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A sickie so congested their ears are clogged and they're having trouble hearing. Stuffy sniffles and a weak "..what?" And caretaker has to repeat themselves.

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Self projecting here, but I would actually love to see more dysautonomic whumpees.

Everything a whump writer may want to write, dysautonomia delivers.

Fainting? Check.

Debilitating pain? Check.

Random fevers which can get very hot and uncomfortable very quickly? Check.

Hypothermia and unstoppable chills all the time? Check.

Emeto and belly trouble? Check.

Exhaustion to the point of being bedbound? Check.

Splitting headaches? Check.

Whumpees having to rely on their caretakers because they are super weak? You bet.

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something i don’t see much of and want to see more of is the sounds of audibly shivering/being cold

it might be neglected because it’s harder to convey in writing without sounding kinda goofy, but i’m always a fan when something conveys sounds like:

the clatter of chattering teeth.

those short breathy bursts when someone gets a chill and shudders.

the little waver in someone’s voice as they battle the deep shivers in their core.

the rustle of fabric as someone tries to chafe warmth into chilled bones.

pls add more if you have any bc i just really like these details

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I love blankets in whump. A freezing cold, sopping wet, aching, pathetic, feverish whumpee being ushered inside and wrapped in the biggest, softest, warmest blanket and carried over to the sofa to rest by the fire. Yeah that's it thanks guys.

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I love blankets in whump. A freezing cold, sopping wet, aching, pathetic, feverish whumpee being ushered inside and wrapped in the biggest, softest, warmest blanket and carried over to the sofa to rest by the fire. Yeah that's it thanks guys.

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✦ comm for @empresskaze

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A character whose combination of injuries impedes their mobility far more than any of the injuries' individual severity- burned hands or a broken wrist or dislocated shoulder mean they can't use crutches for a twisted knee or sprained ankle or painful flesh-wound.

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The lasting effects of bloodloss that leave a character feeling generally weak, washed-out, shivery, and chilled for days or weeks into their recovery as their body slowly replenishes the vital strength it's lost- they're healing, the wound is mending, but they still feel faded and dull and like too little butter spread over too much toast.

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Melting into a puddle at the idea of someone being chilly all day, and coming home to find their significant other curled up in bed with a fever.

Of course they're sad to see their loved one so unwell, but getting to snuggle the human equivalent of a hot water bottle feels so good. After a whole day of feeling desperately cold, hugging their too-hot partner feels almost heavenly.

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fever chills part 2 (a followup to this post)

forcing themselves to go to some outdoor event when they’re under the weather and shivering miserably in their coat the whole time

“how’re you feeling?” “I’m cold.”

catching a chill in damp, rainy weather. later, as the sniffles come on, they’re unable to shake the cold in their bones no matter how many blankets they wrap up in

teeth chattering against a glass thermometer

huddling in a thick bathrobe after their shower, too shivery to expose their wet skin to the air and change into warm, dry clothes

a heating pad on the highest setting, arms wrapped around it and clutching it to their chest

shivering deep internal shivers in the core of their gut that can’t be touched by external heat

goosebumps that creep and crawl across their skin

laying on the heating vent or by the radiator

shoulders hunched up to their ears to try and preserve body heat

enlisting their pet to lay on them because they’re so warm

when it’s the early stages of the fever, and they’re not shivering yet—they just feel chilled to their bones

big sweatshirts over two other layers of clothing, arms tightly folded against their body

blankets pulled up to their nose and staying in bed all day to try and keep warm

that horrible feeling when they’re sweating from their fever, then their layers ofclothes get damp, then they’re damp AND cold when the chills come back

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Popular aesthetics: whump edition!

So this is a silly silly idea that came to me after looking at some older posts that brought up "cottagecore whump" aka, cozy whump and h/c situations taking place in a cottage or cabin. I then got thinking about some other popular aesthetics and how to whumpify them so...this.

Cottagecore: Spoonfuls of honey-laced medicine, quilts, creaking floorboards, panicked hushed voices under the light of kerosene lanterns, no proper insulation; cold and heat alike seeping into an old cottage, a hot fire and wool blankets; a mug of tea clasped between shaking hands

Dark Academia: Storms lashing at the windows, sleepless nights, hoarding secrets that slowly eat away at the psyche, getting trapped in old buildings, reawakened old traumas, dark undereye circles, feverish nightmares, literal and metaphorical ghosts, fires started from spilled candles, old scars

Goblincore: Poisonous fungi, a healer's hut deep in the woods filled with tiny glass bottles housing unsettling contents, chased by creatures that look like familiar woodland animals but aren't, finding bones in the woods (whose are they?), getting lost in the forest late at night, having to build or scrounge for shelter before it gets dark

Light Academia: Waking up in an unfamiliar bed; cold winter light spilling in from the half open window, recovering with quiet but kindly strangers, blood spilled on white marble floors, exhaustedly finding a mostly hidden nook in the library to sleep in, weak tea and bitter medicine, windows rattling ominously late at night

Whimsigoth: Sinister potions from masked figures who claim to know what they're doing, eerie hallucinations, possession, vampire bites and werewolf claws, a murder of crows watching over someone's fitful sleep, hypnosis, breaking curses

Cyberpunk: Hurt and bleeding in a dark and rainy alleyway, running from secretive forces all on your own, unlicensed medical procedures, nowhere to hide, narrowly escaped assassination attempts, bloody hands and knees, numbers counting down to the day you die

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Popular aesthetics: whump edition. Part 2!

coquette: tea that's warm but almost too sweet to stomach; recovering in a room clearly once lived in by someone's grandchild long moved away; a sinister captor treating you like a doll, an inhuman plaything; biscuits and little sandwiches -- are they poisoned or drugged?

dazecore: taking a feverish nap halfway through the day and waking up after sunset, the whole house dark because you forgot to turn on the lights; stumbling disoriented through a dimly lit street in the early hours of the morning; someone found unconscious late at night tucked away in an alleyway and brought to safety; dull bluish light seeping through the blinds, making it hard to sleep

steampunk: nightmarish torture contraptions you can't understand how anyone thought up in the first place; pneumonia and other lung problems from breathing in smoke and dust; an inventor forced to work themselves into exhaustion; Gear Accidents; inventive restraints

weirdcore/dreamcore: too-bright overhead lights; fever dreams that are unsettling and nonsensical and somehow terrifying; familiar faces and locations turned nightmarish; hallucinations of eerie music and swirling colours; weirdly nondescript doctor's offices and clinic waiting rooms, empty of people -- how long have you been waiting?

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had some free time today...so heres some doodles...they're not very good but. Ive been wanting to contribute something to the lovely uptick in j/ayv/ik content I've been seeing...so....anyway 😅😳

(Do NOT reblog to non-kink blogs, THANKS!!!!)

My thinking was (overly-specific scenario incoming; fic writers, if you are so inclined, feel absolutely free to take this idea and expand on it if you want...hehehe 😼):

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J/ayce shows up at Vik/tor's door, at night, in the middle of a torrential downpour bc he had a breakthrough he realllly wanted to share, like asap so. he ran over from the lab, no coat, no umbrella....now he'd already been advised by his partner to go home (he was visibly fatigued and disoriented most of the day), but...stayed, and even after Vik/tor left an hour early in anticipation of the coming storm. Eager to make something good happen that day, he stayed in the lab, writing and rewriting his formulas....but Anyways now he's here, at Vik/tor's doorstep, soaking wet and shivering....and with only a few chiding words, Vik/tor then gently dries him off as J/ayce excitedly shares what he realized about their latest project, interrupted only by sneezes that become more frequent as the hours go by.

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someone posted abt jayce letting sick viktor sneeze into his chest and i just can’t stop thinking about it here’s a little writing

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Viktor shudders with another wracking fit of coughs, wheezing and curling tighter into himself as his expression twists with pain. He groans, screwing his eyes shut tighter yet.

Jayce runs a hand through his damp hair, feeling the heat radiating from his skull. “The medicine should kick in soon,” he murmurs, more for himself than Viktor, “hang in there, V…”

He grumbles something with a hoarse and heavily-accented voice dripping with sickness, and just barely cracks open his glazed eyes to look up at Jayce.

Jayce shifts closer to him, still sitting as his partner lies on his side. Viktor does not reach for him, just watches.

He doesn’t ask Viktor if he needs anything or how he’s feeling — V never answers those questions, Jayce just figures it out.

Like when Viktor’s brow twitches, eyes squinting, Jayce knows to offer a handkerchief as his expression turns soft and his breath hitches gently.

Viktor’s clammy fingers brush again Jayce’s as he takes the handkerchief, ducking his head into his chest as he clamps it to his face. “h-hH…!”

Jayce strokes his hair as he muffles a sharp sneeze, then another into the fabric. “Bless you.”

A muffled groan as he swipes at his nose, sniffling. “I will never attend another party,” he mumbles, tone solemn. “snf! I mean that, Jayce…”

“Sorry.” He leans down and places a kiss of his partner’s hot forehead. Viktor touches his jaw, looking up with a clouded gaze.

“You’re beautiful.”

It’s so soft and so quiet that Jayce almost misses it. Viktor doesn’t say any more, just watching him.

Jayce lets out a gentle sigh, then lays himself down next to Viktor, pulling him close to plant another kiss on his salty skin. “So are you, V.”

A discontented hum. Viktor leans into him nonetheless, touching his chest. “You’re so…h-h…” He twists, turning his back to his partner as his breath snags. “h’EKSChhh!—uh… hh… uh’KTSCHh!—yh…” he shivers, shaking his head as he sniffles.

Jayce rubs his shoulder, pulling his navy blanket back over Viktor’s chest. “Bless you.”

“Snf! The medicine seems to be working, at least,” he says, turning back to place his forehead against Jayce’s chest. “The congestion is shifting.”

“Well, that’s better than nothing.” He pulls Viktor into a careful embrace.

“I suppose…” He sniffs again, clearing his throat only to trigger a coughing fit. He tries to pull away, though Jayce gently holds him still.

“Stay here; I don’t mind.”

Viktor tries to argue through wet, shaking coughs to no avail, resorting to pulling up his shirt collar over his face. Jayce rubs his back.

Viktor mumbles something as he recovers, voice far too hoarse and thick to recognize.

His partner doesn’t question it, just runs a hand through his damp hair.

“I don’t want you to catch this,” Viktor whispers, relaxing into Jayce’s touch again.

“I don’t get sick,” Jayce insists.

“And I’m head of the academy,” he snarks.

“One day, I bet,” he smirks.

Viktor swats at him, muttering something about that not being the point and Jayce’s wellbeing mattering.

They both fall into a peaceful quiet, though, the afternoon sun filtered through the curtains. Viktor’s breathing slows, his body relaxed, and Jayce holds him, beginning to doze off.

Until Viktor stirs, vaguely pushing Jayce away. He blinks the sleep out of his eyes, glancing at the older man. “V, what’s…?”

Viktor’s breath shudders, “Need…need t-t’h…hH…!” He stammers through hitching breaths.

Jayce gently nudges him closer. “It’s alright. I’ve got you.”

A reluctant noise through increasingly desperate breaths.

He kisses Viktor’s forehead once more, just between his twitching brows.

With a final quivering breath, Viktor gives in. “—KTsChmF!” A hot burst of breath into Jayce’s shirt. “huh’EZSHhFf!”

“Bless you,” Jayce murmurs, stroking his hair.

Viktor coughs wetly again, then muffles another sharp sneeze against his partner, sniffling pathetically and groaning in frustration.

He plants one more kiss on his forehead. “Feel better, V.”

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Whumpee with a sinus infection BEGGING their caretaker for a warm towel to lay across their eyes. Their cheekbones hurt. Their forehead hurts. So do their teeth and ears. Their head feels so heavy, the throbbing driving them mad.

A warm towel would feel so good... and then caretaker approaches them, the heated fabric feeling like heaven. It feels so nice that whumpee shivers slightly, pleased.

"Is your fever worsening, whumpee? You're trembling."

"Maybe. Or maybe you're just really good at taking care of me."

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Hey you! Yes, you! Have you put blorbo in A Situation today?

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Listen up. A caretaker who has perpetually cold hands using their palms instead of a cold cloth to soothe their partner's fever. Just sitting there, with their hand resting on their loved one's forehead, patiently waiting for the fever to go down.