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feverflushed · 2 months
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BEFORE YOU INTERACT
About me:
-You can call me Yu, she/her, I'm in my early 30s. I'm Italian, so be mindful that English is not my native language, there might be typos or weird phrasing from time to time, especially if I'm in a rush, distracted, in pain, or very tired!
I also speak fluent Spanish, German, French, some basic Slovenian and I understand (but don't speak) written Portuguese, so feel free to chat in whatever language you like!
I'm bi and this place is 1000% LGBT friendly!
-I loveeee roller and ice skating, dancing, swimming, hiking, and playing multiple musical instruments! I'm the happiest when I can be in nature, with my pets or around animals in general!
-Please be mindful that my humor can sound a bit weird sometimes. I'm professionally diagnosed with autism, sometimes it's difficult for me to understand if I've said something hurtful, or I might infodump. If I do so, please let me know, and please know that I didn't mean to hurt you! I don't want to hurt anybody!
-I also have some physical disabilities which cause me a lot of pain, so sometimes it might be hard for me to reply to messages in a timely manner. I'll get to you eventually as soon as I feel a bit better.
What I write:
-FLUFF, comfort and caretaking. Mostly illness, especially involving fevers and respiratory symptoms, sometimes injury, especially broken bones, dislocations, concussions. Also, surgery recovery. For the emotional whump part, I write PTSD, panic attacks, nightmares.
What I don't write:
Emeto/belly stuff, noncon/dubcon, r4pe, t0rture, de4th (especially parental de4th), minors (if minor in Canon, they will be aged up and put in an appropriate context), gore, extreme bloodshed, violence involving animals, violence involving vulnerable people and children. Also, I DON'T ROLEPLAY.
Fandoms:
Voltron legendary defender (Sheith, Miro, Adashi), Arcane (Jayvik, Vicait), Life is strange (Pricefield, Chenrich), PJO (aged up Solangelo), Stardew valley (Sambastian, platonic ElliottxLeah), Yuri on ice (Viktuuri).
DNI IF:
Minors (I check every blog that follows mine, if your age is not stated, or if you're underage, you'll be blocked), your blog is empty and looks like spam (for the love of God at least put your age in bio), vanillas, trolls, kinkshaming, emeto blogs (sorry, I have emetophobia and I can't do that, not kinkshaming but it's not for me! Please don't tag graphic emeto when reblogging my posts! I can see that and I don't want to!).
I don't tolerate homophobia, transphobia, racism, misogyny, ableism, antisemitism. Also, if you're one of those people just trying to stir shit up and starting fights over petty things, you will be blocked and reported immediately. I do not have the spoons nor the patience to deal with you and your pointless drama.
Enjoy your stay!
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feverflushed · 2 months
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Please reblog this post if you belong to the whump community.
Let's see how many reblogs this gets!
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feverflushed · 2 months
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Whumpee had some kind of brutal surgery, and has been surviving on nothing but water and IVs for days.
They're so so hungry but they're not allowed to eat yet. The thought of food is plaguing them in their dreams, and when they're awake, their stomach's grumble is a painful reminder that they haven't seen a single crumb of food in four days.
Finally, one day, they see the nurse coming in with a small bowl of soup for them. Whumpee is so relieved and overwhelmed, that they start sobbing. They shakily bring a spoonful to their mouth, immediately getting emotional and teary-eyed again over the delicious taste of soup. Caretaker is sitting nearby, smiling to themselves at their sweet, genuine reaction.
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feverflushed · 2 months
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Whumpee is woken up by the feeling of choking and pulling at their throat, and they feel the urge to cough.
A gentle hand squeezes theirs, and a soft voice whispers from their bedside.
"It's okay darling, surgery went well. You'll probably feel a bit hot for a while, you spiked a bit of a fever there..."
Whumpee looks around, confused. The gentle voice continues.
"Do you know where you are? We had to take you to emergency surgery, but you'll be okay."
Whumpee immediately realizes, and their surgical pain, exhaustion, fever and loneliness catches up to them. They start hyperventilating, and sobbing. They just can't stop the tears.
"It's okay dear, you'll be okay, try to breathe regularly." The gentle nurse squeezes their hand again.
"We're taking you back to your room now, so you can sleep off the anesthetic, alright? You did so well."
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feverflushed · 3 months
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As someone with pretty severe POTS, let me tell you: give POTS to your characters if you want to whump them real good.
It kills their stamina. Makes them perpetually fatigued, so they need to rest regularly. Fainting is frequent, and your whumpee must keep up with the hydration in order to keep the symptoms in check.
It would really be a pity if your whumpee got stuck somewhere with no access to water... or if they got a stomach bug that makes it impossible for them to drink...or if a high fever dehydrated them real good. Or if the weather is simply really hot, or if they're overexerting themselves.
Looks like there's a really close encounter with the floor in your poor whumpee's future!
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feverflushed · 4 months
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A has been coughing for days now. The kind of deep, painful cough that makes one almost gag, and makes their abdominal muscles so awfully sore that they end up trying their best not to give in into another coughing fit.
B is sitting on the couch next to A, reading and just having some downtime, as A is lying down with their head on B's lap, trying to rest.
A's breathing is all shades of noisy and messed up. There's a deep, rhythmical wheeze deep in their lungs, and a gurgly, phlegm-filled rattle every time they breathe.
B: "A, love? You should cough. Your chest doesn't sound good at all."
A, whining: "No... abs hurt too much."
B: "I know, dear, but this infection is turning ugly quickly. You need to shake loose this ick in your lungs before it turns into pneumonia. If we're not already there, that's it. Here, let me help. Take a deep breath."
A complies, filling their exhausted lungs with air as much as they can, and B pushes forcefully on their diaphragm, eliciting a semi passive cough from A. They repeat the process a few times, and A manages to clean their chest a tiny bit.
B: "There... better?"
A nods and smiles weakly, finally a little less wheezy.
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feverflushed · 4 months
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Gross nasty club gross nasty club, character waking up w the flu or some fucked up sinuses from a cold and literally every breath they take ends in that really dense, blocked-up-to-hell squeak kinda sound where it sounds EVIDENTLY that there is absolutely nothing moving around in their head no matter how hard they try to sniffle. Went to bed feeling like their head was full of wet sand and woke up realizing it feels closer to concrete. Doesn’t matter what position they try, blowing their nose hurts, sleeping on their side hurts, just everything hurts and all they can do is try to cope while grimacing and bemoaning how noisy and thick every breath is.
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feverflushed · 4 months
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a person in a polycule of 5 people who all share the same bed. they've managed to avoid cold and flu season so far, but one night the person finds themselves squished between their partner on day 3 of a terrible head cold, who came home from work pale and losing their voice and clearly isn't sleeping well between the sniffling and sneezing, and their partner on their other side who's clearly coming down with something and is cradling an ice bag to their aching head, sniffling and snorting in their sleep. the person can feel the heat of a fever radiating from the person on their left, and in the middle of the night they feel the hot spray of a sneeze on their back from the person on their right. the person wakes up with a sore throat, but so do the people on the ends of the bed, and by the end of the week their house sounds like the waiting room at the doctors office and the person who feels the healthiest is making a huge stockpot of chicken soup on the stove, hoping to help them all breathe a little. they're taking turns sleeping on the couch and recliners in the living room and huddling in the hot steam of the two bathrooms and of course it gets worse at night for all of them and they have two humidifiers going, one on each nightstand, and none of them can sleep right between the fever and the sneezing and the wall of congestion they all share. the house itself is a biohazard for anyone not infected to walk into. eventually they all pile in the car and drive to the doctor's office, and the final count is 3 sinus infections, 2 ear infections, 2 cases of bronchitis, and 5 very, very nasty head colds. all of them either are starting to lose their voice or just starting to get it back, but 2 of them have full on laryngitis and are ordered to stop talking and rest their voices. all of them sound terrible, and all of them are ordered back to bed.
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feverflushed · 5 months
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Thought of the day: the heaviness that comes with illness.
When the person is hit full force by their illness in the morning. They can barely open their eyes, alarm clock blearing next to them on the nightstand, but even opening one eye a crack costs so much effort. The lids feel leaden and swollen, and the mere thought of having to lift an arm to silence the alarm is pure agony.
When a person crashes after an entire day of muddling through their work despite coming down with a nasty cold, so as soon as they reach the sanctuary of their home, they collapse under the weight of their illness, barely able to make it to the sofa or the bed. They all but manage to kick off their shoes and jacket before they flop down, pulling a blanket halfway over themselves with heavy arms as they start to shiver from fever, falling asleep with the lights still on a mere minute after they lay down.
When a person has not managed to get up from their sickbed unattended for days. Their bones feel as heavy as stones, each movement costs them so much energy that it leaves them a panting, sweaty mess. Needing their SO/ friend to help them sit up whenever it is time for food or medicine. Having to be guided to the toilet, their SO's / friend's arm tightly wrapped around their waist to support them, while they lean heavily onto them.
Just a poor, sick person suffering under the weight of their illness.
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feverflushed · 5 months
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since it's cold/flu/more-than-usual-covid season, reminder to pls pls PLEASE mask up!!! what better way to horn over everyone out in public without worrying about catching something yourself??
and test frequently! at least 35% of covid cases are completely ASYMPTOMATIC yet just as contagious, and a helpful reminder that cv19 damages your immune system in the same way that HIV does! (except this one doesn't have any treatment!!!)
sincerely, ur fav disabled baddie who would like to be able to go outside again <3
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feverflushed · 5 months
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12 Days of Sickmas
🤒 1 Bad Cold
🍲 2 Bowls of Soup
💊 3 Bottles of Medicine
🤧 4 Boxes of Tissues
💤 5 Sleepless Nights
🚿 6 Steamy Showers
♥️ 7 Cuddles
☕️ 8 Cups of Tea
👃9 Itchy Sniffles
🎁 10 Sneezing Fits
❄️ 11 Winter Storm
🥶 12 Shivers
(The numbers are for fun, don't feel the need to use them XD Just the prompts)
No set dates just use this whenever in December you want to.
Enjoy! I blame @just-a-nervous-bean for awaking my brain
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feverflushed · 6 months
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feverflushed · 6 months
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no no. you don't get it. the reason I injure my blorbos until they can't walk is because that's the only way they'll ever let someone else carry them. the reason I curse them to be sick and feverish is so that they'll finally open up about their emotions while delirious. the reason I force them to overexert themselves to the point of exhaustion is so that when they pass out they can finally rest.
I'm doing this for their own good.
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feverflushed · 6 months
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We need more character who struggle to regulate their body temperature.
More fuzzy socks, more hot water bottles, more instant heat pack, more beanie hats, more bulky jackets.
More loose-fitting shirts, more cooling sheets, more ice packs, more umbrellas on sunny days.
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feverflushed · 6 months
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When a sick character already knows that their night is going to be terrible, and they dread going to bed.
When they lie down their symptoms just seem to amplify. At night, their stuffy nose becomes a wall of concrete, their fever gets even more uncomfortable, and the annoying tickle in their throat turns into a cough that is impossible to suppress, and leaves them sweaty from the effort.
Bonus points if another character acknowledges their symptoms.
"Good luck trying to sleep with that cough tonight!"
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feverflushed · 7 months
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Please consider: a character with a terribly bruised/broken nose, who is also dealing with a drippy, messy cold.
A fall, an accident, a scuffle, it's up to you, but adding insult to injury is always fun. Why giving them just a cold when you can give them double trouble to deal with?
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feverflushed · 7 months
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Your recent post (the one about putting the wet towel on the eyes instead of the forehead) got me thinking. When I have a fever, my eyes always feel uncomfortably warm and I try to put anything cold on them to cool them down. I'm just imagining a caretaker feeling whumpee's forehead with their cold hands and whumpee moving caretaker's hand onto their eyes to cool off. idk, just a thought, I have no idea if this happens to anyone else lol
Aww, I like that!
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