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ky-landfill · 6 months
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hiighborg · 5 months
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There are 2 kinds of Warlocks
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snapcracklewhump · 5 months
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Favorite prompts for fever? 👀
Thanks for the ask! Fever is one of those whumps I enjoy on nearly every character. 
Delirium from a high fever. Whumpee is frightened and disoriented. The things they say don’t make any sense, but it doesn’t stop whumpee from trying to get others to understand. Or maybe they’re so weak that their distress can only be expressed in quiet murmurs or whimpers.
A whumpee who becomes emotional when they have a high fever. It messes with their head, and a whumpee who might normally be quiet or reserved suddenly cries at the drop of a hat. (Please have caretaker wipe away their feverish tears.)
Bone-deep chills that seem to shake whumpee to their very core. Nothing seems to warm them even though they’re already burning up. They’re shaking so much that they can hardly get a sentence out. 
Feverish confessions. Maybe with a fever, whumpee outright admits something they normally wouldn’t. 
Or maybe, they let slip a series of small admissions that caretaker puts together into a truth whumpee would never dare say aloud. 
Caretaker cradling whumpee to their chest, feeling them shiver despite the uncomfortable heat. 
The relief that floods over caretaker when whumpee’s fever finally breaks. They push the sweat-soaked hair off of whumpee’s forehead and finally they know that everything will be alright
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delirium in fics is so criminally underrated. like… the angst and the whump alone???? when characters who are burning up from fever or infection see things that aren’t there and say things they don’t know what they’re saying, while their caretakers have to be strong for them by holding their hands and assuring them that what they fear isn’t here and no one is going to hurt them while not outright bluntly saying it’s all in their heads????? the whump and the angst????? why are we not using this trope more often? is so delicious
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desm-doodle · 6 months
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delirium of the endless 🐟
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murkycrush · 2 months
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🐠🐟Delirium of the Endless 🐟🐠
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qvotable · 1 year
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I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.
Lauren Oliver; Delirium
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thefugitivesaint · 4 months
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Greg Spalenka, 'Delirium' (trading card), 1994
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screaming crying and sobbing over characters having hushed conversations over their injured/sick teammate.
Why are they whispering? Is there danger nearby? Do they want to avoid disturbing their teammate? Are they about to do something unpleasant but necessary for their teammate's survival - like setting a bone or flushing out an infected wound?
Or are they talking normally and the injured party just can't understand everything that's being said? Are they delirious with pain or fever? A head injury is affecting their hearing? Are they having difficulty staying conscious, and that one teammate keeps patting their face or shaking them, doing anything they can to keep them awake? Why are there so many hands on them? Why do they keep pushing on their stomach? Why does everyone sound so serious/nervous/angry/sad?
+ bonus points for manhandling their friend bc it's for their own good
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comic-art-showcase · 11 months
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Dream and Delirium by Gary Frank
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Delirium Days
Pairings: Wandanat x (eventually) R
Word count: 1.1K
Summary: Wanda and Nat had wanted you to join their relationship from the beginning. But when you fall sick they can’t help but to care for you and make their feelings known.
TW: Delirium (idk if that’s a warning or not lol), one swear word
A/N Not edited.
Dragging yourself out of bed, you felt someone had replaced all the blood in your body with concrete. Your limbs hurt and they were hard to move. Your head felt like it was full of rocks and was just as heavy too. Stumbling to the bathroom, you splashed some water on your face. Of course you would wake up sick. Throwing on some makeup and taking a Panadol to stop in ache in your bones and head, you trudged downstairs looking slightly more presentable.
“Morning Y/n/n” Wanda called from where she was making pancakes. Upon hearing this Nat also looked up from where she was drowning a stack in maple syrup and ice-cream. Nat loved sweet foods.
“Morning detka.” Nat called, eyes returning to them tower.
Trying your best to keep your voice steady you bid them good morning and took a seat. Luckily they seemed to buy it. You must have zoned out because a second later Wanda was laying your own stack of pancakes in front of you and Nat looked like she was waiting for an answer to something.
“Sorry. Could you repeat the question.” You mumbled. Nat frowned and Wanda looked at you closely, making you squirm slightly in your seat.
“I asked if you wanted toppings?” She said unsurely.
“Are you feeling ok?” Wanda asked, going to lay a hand on your cheek. You dodged, putting on a weak smile.
“Just tried. I need some coffee.” You said, voice husky. You played it off as the lasting effects of sleep and got up despite your body’s protests to get coffee.
When you returned to the table, the world tilted for a second making you stumble slightly as you sat back down.
“Honey? Do you want to go back to bed?” Wanda asked, Nat eyed you closely.
Your body screamed at you to say yes but you simply shook your head. Not helping with the dizziness. You put your head down on the table. Too tired to conjure anymore of a charade for the couple. Wanda and Nat had been dating long before you joined the team. And as much as you loved both women, you didn’t want to spoil their love for each other. So you were happy to watch from afar, the twinge in your heart becoming a constant ache.
“Love?” Nat asked.
“Yeah?” You grumbled.
“She asked if you wanted anything?” Wanda frowned. Leaning forward, she brushed a hand over your head, pausing before laying the back of her hand on your forehead.
“Nat, she’s quite warm.” Wanda shot a concerned look at the other girl, who came around to feel for herself.
Upon laying her hand on your flushed cheek, Nat hissed. Her hand taking the makeup off your cheek to reveal a pink flush to your skin.
“Shes more than a little warm.” Nat agreed
“Friday?” Wanda asked, reappearing with a wash cloth to remove the makeup. She crouched down in front of you. Gently she wiped off all the concealer and set the cloth down again.
“Yes Ms. Maximoff” the AI replied
“What is Y/n’s temperature?”
“Y/n appears to be running a fever of 102.8” Friday responded.
“Shit.” Nat swore, receiving a playful slap from Wanda on the arm.
Scooping you up, Nat carried you back to Wanda and her shared room. Wanda trailed behind.
Waking up slightly, to find yourself in Nat’s strong arms, your head felt fuzzy.
“Natty?” You asked voice sounding high and slurred. Wanda shot Nat a look at the nickname.
“Yes love?” Nat cooed.
“Can you turn the sun down please.” You huffed burying your head in her armpit. She thanked god she had put on more deodorant after training.
Wanda chuckled slightly at Nat’s thoughts, receiving a glare from the redhead in question.
“Bit delirious there sweetheart?” Wanda cooed. Stroking back your hair as Nat laid you on their bed.
“‘M not your sweetheart.” You mumbled making both girls freeze. You had never denied their names for you in the past. And they knew your fever was making you say things, but curiosity won out in the end.
“No?” Nat asked.
“ B’t I wanna be.” You smiled snuggling into Wanda’s side as she ran her hands through your hair. “One day.” You grinned.
Nat retuned a moment later with two cold wash cloths. Placing one on the back of your neck and handing Wanda another for your forehead. You wined at the coldness and Wanda shushed you, pulling you in flush to her side. Your eyes fought to stay open.
“It’s alright sweetheart, close those pretty eyes for us now.” Wanda cooed.
You feel asleep to Wanda’s nails on your scalp and Nat tracing patterns between your shoulder blades.
Next time you woke up your fever had broken and both girls were asleep beside you. Your memories were fuzzy and as your words came back to you, you shot up in bed. Accidentally waking both girls in the process.
“What’s wrong detka?” Nat asked, shooting a worried look at Wanda who laid a hand on your cheek. Blushing you stuttered out an apology.
“Now. Now. There’s no need for that sweetheart. We were happy to help.” Wanda hushed.
You flopped back onto the bed. Freezing when you felt a soft pair of lips on yours.
“Sorry.” Nat grinned sheepishly. “Couldn’t help it, your so cute when you pout.”
“‘S ok” you smiled. “I kinda liked it.”
“Then maybe I can have a turn.” Wanda grinned, pulling you into her for another kiss. Her lips were soft and tasted like honey.
Realising what was happening you panicked. “Im sorry. Im so sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your relationship. Im tired and sick and I let my emotions get out of check. And-“
“Its ok.” Wanda shushed, cutting off your rambling.
“We have wanted to do that for a long time.” Nat agreed.
“Don’t think we haven’t notice you watching us.” Wanda smiled slyly.
Of course they noticed. One was a mind reader and the other a trained spy. You groaned, making both girls giggle.
“If you don’t mind we would love for you to join our little relationship.” Nat smiled, brushing the hair from your eyes. Wanda smiled at the blush that rose to your cheeks.
“Ok.” You mumbled quietly. Wanda contained a squeal at your cuteness. Both girl laid either side of you pulling your body into theirs as Wanda coaxed you back to sleep. When your eyes were finally shut, Nat whispered to Wanda.
“Can we keep her?”
“I don’t think we’ll ever be letting her go.” Wanda smiled sweetly down at your sleeping form.
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lemoneyshipz · 11 months
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taking a small break from smut to bring you the endlesses slaying in pretty outfits part 3
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Whump Prompt #1323
Anon asked:
Do you have any prompts for a usually funny and hides insecurity behind humour/a strong character being poisoned/drugged and being forced to be vulnerable around others? Usually they’d always have a joke or a bright idea on their tongue, but now they can’t really form coherent sentences right now as they’re delirious.
I have a few - great concept!
I can imagine that it's deeply unsettling for the caretakers to experience this at the very least. Because it's so out of character for them.
^ As a result of this, maybe the whumpee tries to escape medical/hide away to avoid subjecting the caretakers to this. Despite how upsetting the situation is, the caretakers are more overrun by worry than being put off by the whumpee.
I like the idea of the whumpee becoming frustrated, because their brain is working at a snails pace, they're struggling to be understood, they're uncomfortable and unwell, but it feels like everyone is crowding them. It gets a bit much for them.
"[whumpee]'s quiet." It's two words that have the other caretakers stop in their tracks. Quiet and [whumpee] do not go together.
Maybe in a fit of delirium, they reveal things about themselves/their past that they've kept to themselves all these years.
^ bonus points if it's their insecurities. The caretaker could say something along the lines of "...you're kind and funny...", to which the whumpee responds: "I have to be... if not you'll realise just how useless I am and you'll want me off the team."
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whumpypepsigal · 3 months
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Found s01e09: “Oh, you're burning up, damn it.”
+bonus:
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dailydccomics · 5 months
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the Endless in Sandman vol 2 #70-72 art by Michael Zulli
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urlocalwhumper · 5 months
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bright, happy, goofball whumpee suddenly goes missing one day. when their friends find them, they look like they've been put through a meat grinder. open and half-healed wounds everywhere, a good chunk of them infected, whumpee must be in unimaginable pain, but they still smile and reach out with their mangled arms when they see their friends.
it becomes immediately evident that whumpee is extremely out of it. utterly delirious. they don't really seem to comprehend most things happening around them, and most of the rambling spilling from their lips is complete nonsense.
but their friends keep prompting them to keep talking, even if it's unintelligible, because if they're talking it means they're awake, and there's a very real chance that if they pass out now, they won't wake up again.
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