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I feel absolutely awful. I hate fevers and I hate illness and I hate everything like that. The second I so much as get out of bed I can feel Death staring me in the face.
Writing Prompt #15
The protagonist is a complete germaphobe. Before they do remotely anything, they have to wash their hands. Every weekend, they have a cleaning purge of their house to the point where one can eat on the floor. And they absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, cannot stand to be around sick people.
Which makes things very complicated when their best friend/lover comes down with a fever.
I’m sick right now and very busy this weekend, I might not post a lot right now, I’m sorry!! I’ve been trying to get over this fever, but I’m just too hot that my body finds it necessary for me to be at 103.5 for two days straight/j
I’m sorry, I’ll be posting again soon <33
A feverish Character B leaning into Character A’s cool touch
Fever Face by Levi Robinheart
Fever in my head So comfortin If I wasn't dead I would kiss you again It feels like a storm I'm on a pressure plate It makes me feel better to write you again
My thoughts are all murky Misleadin me I could be a pirate But I'm lost without sea And when I'm woozy on the couch It's so true to me So lie to me and tell me That the trees never change
I don't buy it
And I wish I could give you Every story I had But these old wicked bones Didn't know of your care And I can't help but see you Cause I'm still goin mad And it's no fault of either But the clocks turn in squares
Fever in my heart Keep sleepin in I'll fade in these cushions Til I know you again Wanna drain my head S'all coploid here Was I your dear poet? You were my pioneer
It makes me feel summer Much harder, then Got all this freedom Got no way to spend You've got to feel cool With the wind again I'll be fine when it's over Just keep moving your pen
You're gonna be the best
And I wish I could give you Every story I knew But my brain would escape me When my hand was in yours And I woke from a nightmare I was waitin for you But I'm rudely aware we went through diff'rent doors
I still want to wait anymore
And my brains press the Walls of my skull And my trash doesn't Care who I am And the moss grows Inside my remorse Cause you're still Really wonderful And the murders remind me of you And I wonder which path was the mighta' been And it's not like we're that far away I just wish I could see you there And your hair It feels unfair
Fever face is close to a guinea hen I'm always surprised when you say I'm fantastic again
I'm sorry that I stared when I looked at you The things I want to say become hard around you
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Things I thought up in my 105-degree fever delirium
I want to gaslight people into thinking pneumonia comes from the French word "pneu" (which means tire).
I want the emoji for pneumonia to be a tire.
The motto for any lung sickness should be, "Fever as high as heaven, cough until you meet God."
the weary feverish whumpee aesthetic™
I love it when a whumpee is so weak that they:
are bedridden, much to their discomfort. They long to leave the bed, but cannot because they are too weak, and their legs shake at the thought of taking even a single step.
can't keep their eyes open. Their eyelids flutter but due to tiredness and too much light, they always close again. However, the whumpee has learned to rely on other senses, and is able to recognize the caretaker's voice or touch among a thousand others.
have to always lie down. They try to sit up, perhaps to eat something, but after a few minutes their head starts spinning and their body starts screaming because of the effort. Much to their chagrin, they have to force themselves back down or else they will likely pass out.
are not hungry. Their body can't handle even plain broth, making them queasy and dizzy. So they continue to refuse food, their only source of livelihood, and this obviously worsens their condition.
are too sensitive to touch. Their skin that seems to boil with fever, the bedsheets that rub down their limbs like sandpaper, the hair that sticks to their sweaty forehead, even the simple touch of the caretaker, a touch that is supposed to comfort them. They start to hate all these little things.
Please, feel free to add more.
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……
Sickfic Prompts/Starters
“If you need something, just holler. Or cough really loudly if that’s easier.“
“If you mention food one more time, I swear I will eviscerate you.”
“We need to get you into a different shirt. You’ve already sweat through that one.”
“Please just don’t—don’t touch me.”
“What the hell are you doing on the bathroom floor at 3 in the morning?”
“I really can’t eat that right now. It’ll just come right back up.”
“I could probably fry an egg on your forehead. That’s how high your fever is right now.”
“Is that my sweater? I’m going to have to burn that thing now that you’ve contaminated it!”
“I know you’re exhausted, but you need to stay awake right now. I gotta get some medicine in you.”
“Please just sit down. You’re swaying on your feet right now.”
“I feel thoroughly disgusting.”
Shaky Hands- prompt fill
Okay so I did both, but this one is for Shaky Hands!
Cw nausea, vomiting (nothing gross tho, promise), panic (but not too explicit), references to disassociation, and Jon typical negative self talk and guilt. Set post 159! (Can be read as a sequel to my last fic if you like.)
Send me more prompts! (Bingo card by @celosiaa) The ones with stars are the ones I already have prompts for, the crossed out ones are the ones I have posted! Send me a character, a prompt, and tell me if you want an art or a fic!!!!!!
Here it goes:
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Ditto to everyone in the delirium/hallucinations camp, especially with a side of some hellish fever dreams.
But also, dizziness and nausea/vomiting. When even though they're lying down, perfectly still, it feels like everything is spinning and wobbling harder than the nastiest tilt-o-whirl, and it's so suffocatingly hot on top of that and it's just too much, they know they're gonna puke soon, and they should really move so they don't make a mess or choke, but they can't because everything's spinning too fast and they can't even tell which way is up, let alone muster up the strength and coordination to go that way. And maybe they start to freak out a little as it sinks in that they no longer have any control over their own body, and that just makes it worse, panicked breathing turning their stomach even more and making them lightheaded, until they finally puke and/or pass out, unable to do anything about it except pray that when they wake back up, the world will be stationary again.
Whump Trope: Reblog with your favorite side effect of a high fever
boys with high fevers, half conscious, trembling against caretakers, begging. for a hot bath to help the chills. for caretaker to stop forcing water when they know they’ll only be sick again, for relief, for comfort, for sleep. a constant string of mumbled, tearful “please”s, whispered against caretaker’s chest. absolutely desperate.
but a hot bath would only worsen the raging fever, dehydration is becoming a serious concern, and caretaker is almost powerless to provide any significant respite from this dreadful, miserable virus. so they can only hold boy gently, stroke his hair, hushedly reassure him everything will be alright, while the endless string of feverish pleading continues.
please, please, please, please
Okay a heatwave is crashing thru where I live rn so time to bring back Being Sick in Hot Weather! (some based on my experiences)
Sickie mistakes their fever for it just being super hot, cue trying to cool themselves down to no avail
Maybe their fever gets worse overnight and they find out in the morning *shrugs*
Or they’re shivering and feel cold? Which tips off their SO/roommate/friend/etc cuz they’re in the middle of the heatwave
Leaving their window open to get some cool night time air in only for it to backfire in the morning
Their already sore throat is worse, their throat and nostrils are dry
Maybe something theyre allergic to got in and now they’re all sneezy on top of being hot and sick
Can’t 👏 sleep 👏 too 👏 hot
Or alternatively: the warmer weather is constantly lulling them into micronaps throughout the day
Just getting frustrated cuz it’s So Hot and they feel Horrible 😭
When a feverish person is just sitting half dazed while someone is looking them over and they’re just so out of it then suddenly they’re pulled back to reality by their caretaker’s cool hand against their burning forehead (or cupping their face or brushing fingers gently against their cheek)
I Am Sick, But How?
It won’t stop running I won’t stop chasing Instead I find myself pacing Awful is when you can’t think All of my friends are off and on sick As we get better, we’ll come back to butt kick Mom, let me do what I want Monsters are in my veins My eyes, they make bloodshot and they strain Sniffles are evil Super fun when they stop Stay silent and listen, you'll be able to hear me drop I refuse to go to the doctor Inventive is what you become In my world, my guitar I’ll strum Comparing myself to others, I need to stop Constantly, I find a new tissue in my hand Cramping, I force myself to stand Knuckle, with me monster! Knife to my life Kazoo in hand, no I’ll learn the fife! Blurred glasses Burning nose Bring a fire hose Ugly monster Utterly terrifying is how I look Useful is the medicine I took The sneezes that make your, Throat kill The fever chill How am I going to survive tomorrow? How am I going to get through school? How do you know when you’re being a fool? Orderly is everyone else Out of service is how I feel Ordinary is not how I peel What to do? Which friend to blame? Who stole my burning flame?
i think im in l*ve with the actress from the fever MV wow
So I think I’ll start by saying I have no idea what to do but I’m gonna just start posting hot men on here from everywhere, plus hot male tennis players (probably more Spanish players, just sayin’), and of course all things tennis--that means the ladies too!
Even Verdasco got the FeVer for himself! ;P
Oh Rafa. Bless you for bringing a sexy back, back! and them short shorts too!
Oh it will be such a sad day when Feliciano retires! Deliciano indeed!
Oh David Ferrer--such an under rated hottie.
