Someone passing out from fever or sickness, but in a fictional way where you can rush to pick them up and wrap them in a blanket on your couch, not where you call EMS and worry that they might have cracked their head on a sidewalk. Their eyes actually close, unlike in real life where people sometimes faint with their eyes partly or entirely open.
Someone being drugged, but in a fictional way where they glaze over and then gracefully faint, but continue breathing, instead of the real world way, where we have to have a respirator during surgery because substances that produce sustained unconsciousness also tend to paralyze breathing. I like sci fi settings where I can make up drugs for this reason, I know too much about anesthesia.
Someone being put to sleep with magic, which requires no qualifier because it never has medical health risks. I like fantasy settings because of this, too.
Someone passing out from being choked with someone's thighs or arm, but in a fictional way where they stay out without the risk of brain damage or death and they don't lose bowel or bladder control.
The comical clonk on the head is just ruined for me entirely unless it's an overt cartoon, because concussions are scary and subdural hematoma is even scarier.
As a writer I want to do research. As a whump fetishist I have learned that once I have done research, sometimes I harm my own suspension of disbelief. Oops.
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"An Audience With Sooty" - 1997
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Surprise!
Second entry for @glowweek simple comic inspired by my own old comic here: tumblr.com/imaplatypus-art/613709783973937152/part-2 even though it was sketchy, I never planned to revisit that comic but it fits the prompt very well lol
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Little sick and a lot exhausted right now, and everything hurts. I'm craving the idea of just falling over and passing out. Just there's a bit of a blurry feeling for a second and then the world goes past in an odd direction, and you're looking at the ceiling wondering how you got here. But you don't really care. Your entire body is limp, and everything feels distant. You don't remember that you should fight it. Your only sensation as it all fades gently to gray is one of relief. You won't be back for hours.
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