#semiconscious

[whumpster-dumpster]

Whumpee sliding down either semiconscious or unconscious against a wall 👏👏👏

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #falling #collapse #semiconscious #unconsciousness #weakness #whump aesthetic

[losthavenmine]

Whumpril 2023 Day 28: Semiconscious

The Quick and the Dead (1995)

#whumpril #whumpril2023 #whumprilday28 #semiconscious #the quick and the dead #russell crowe #raynor scheine #filmedit #movieedit #filmgifs #moviegifs #junkfooddaily #dailyflicks #fyeahmovies #cinemapix #cinematv #userfilm #perioddramasource #perioddramaedit

[callaeidae3]

WhumpmasinJuly 2023: Day 9 "Stay with me"

A scene from the end of my WIP novel - this is one of my favourite scenes ~

#wij23day9 #whumpmasinjuly2023 #whump art #hurt comfort #greying out #semiconscious #kyle kindall #yuuki takahashi #whump aftermath #traditional and digital art #kindall k series #kk4

[whumpbot]

WhumpAI Prompt #1:

|  Injury | Accident/Self-Inflicted | Hypothermia | Rescue |

Seperated in a remote wilderness, whumpee falls through thin ice into freezing water. No possible way to prop themselves out, but they manage to stay afloat and scream for help, As hours pass by, their strength wanes and the screams gradually grows weaker. No matter, Whumpee keep shouting for help. .

Caretaker finally spots them and plunges in for a rescue. But at that point, whumpee was barely conscious, enduring severe hypothermia and exhaustion. They didn't even realized the distraught caretaker pulling them to safety and starting first aid. Even as caretaker repeats “It’s okay, it’s okay whumpee, I got you” whumpee only answers in mumbled and weak plea for help, as if feverishly sleeptalking.

|| First decent prompt after couples of warm ups, yay! The narratives still feel bot-ish, and I don’t think constantly shouting is a good way to conserve energy when you’re trying to stay afloat, bot... but we’ll keep learning! ||

#whump #prompt #Whump prompt #semiconscious #rescue #hypothermia #openai

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

@febuwhump DAY 16: Semiconscious

After a fall from a cliff side, Aragorn is swept off in a river. Drifting in and out of consciousness in the shallows, he’s eventually found by his horse, Brego, who carries him to safety.

#lord of the rings #the two towers #aragorn #brego #febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday16 #semiconscious #gif #tolkien

[uuuhshiny]

Russell Crowe and Charlotte Rampling in Hammers Over the Anvil 

I’m so sorry

#by uuuhshiny #Russell Crowe #Hammers Over the Anvil #whumpril2023 #whumprilday28 #Bedridden #Semiconscious #uuuhshiny's gifs #whumpedit #RC gifs

[its-my-whump]

Whumpril2023 – Day 28

Bedridden - Semiconscious - Light Sensitivity

TWs: hospital treatment, panic, desperation

David had been sitting at his little brothers bedside for days by now. Sammy was hospitalized on Thursday with a gunshot wound to his upper abdomen. The bullet had not only graced his intestines but also his left lobe. That was the reason for this disgusting gurgling sound while he had been fighting to breath at all. At this point he had been breathing his own blood, that had already been bottling up his lung.

Still in the ambulance they had to intubate him, because his chances of surviving even the drive to the hospital had decreased dramatically all of a sudden. When they finally made it to the casual ward, Sam was rushed into emergency surgery.

David was pacing the hallway for hours, in which he was tearing his own hair, biting his nails and cursing the whole world and this damn bitch with a nervous trigger finger in particular.

He was still on the verge of freaking out because no news of his little brothers condition had reached him, when police tried to talk to him about the unfortunate use of a firearm. He couldn't give much coherent information, but he managed to name the murdering psycho bitch, high on coke, who had done this to his brother.

Yeah, his brother! Who probably wouldn't make it. Sammy was in surgery for several hours. The hole in his stomach and his lung had to be closed, but he had already gone into hypovolaemic shock from the huge blood loss. His organs had started to shut down.

Surgeons and staff were fighting for his life, but in the end he slipped into a coma. Which was marginal better than the other opportunity of slipping into ever lasting darkness for good.

The dedicated team managed to stabilize him as good as his currant condition would allow it, but there was only so much they could do. Now it was on him to fight his way back to the living side. He was medically respirated for his body was too weak to manage breathing on his own anymore.

David had been sitting by his bedside almost fife days. His clothes were handled as evidence and he got some scrubs when he had to hand them over to the police. So there was no need to go home and change. The desperate brother had showered in the hospital for he wasn't going to leave his brother more then necessary and he couldn't bring himself to enter the apartment again. The possibility, that it could be sealed for being a crime scene doesn't even reach his attention.

The big guy had dozed off in his uncomfortable position arranging himself between the chair and his little brothers bed, leaning over to hold his hand. The hissing of the ventilator and the constant beeping of the EEG had been reassuring enough for him to get some sleep.

But something was wrong all of a sudden. David was pulled from his sleep abruptly. The cool thin hand under his own jerking. The constant sound of his brothers heart was acting out, hectically and alarmingly beeping. Davids head shot up, when the little guys whole body started to spasm violently.

Sammy eyes were open, blunt fear and panic written all over his pale face. He just woke up to the painful reality of having a tube down his throat. He was desperately trying to breath on his own, while badly distracted by the obstacle that was pushed down his windpipe making him gag. All machines by his bedside were blinking, the alarming noise indicating that the panic was overwhelming him.

The door to his room flew open. A brigade of people stormed in.

Davids relief of Sam waking up was as big and consuming, as his fear about the state he woke up to, was. He was pushed outside, finally standing lost in the hallway, trying to comprehend, if this all was a good or a bad sign.

Minutes passed, maybe hours or just mere seconds, David couldn't tell, when the staff left Sammys room one after another. The doctor tried to explain, but more than “woke up... needed to sedate... pulled the tube... needs to rest... stabile” didn't reach his attention. Relief was getting the upper hand by these words.

The big guy had dozed off again in his uncomfortable position arranging himself between the chair and his little brothers bed, leaning over to hold his hand. There was no hissing of a ventilator, when he woke this time, but still the steady and constant beeping of the EEG. So, Sammy really did wake up, it wasn't just a dream. The ventilator was gone. Sam still white like a ghost had a nasal cannula in his face and half open eyes were searching the room. A silent wail left his lips and his Adam's apple moved slowly, the look in this features showed that it was a painful movement as well.

Glazy eyes finally found Davids. A brief but tired smile rushed over his face. Sammy tried to squeeze his brothers hand, but his attempt was weak. His eyes closing again.

#whumpril2023 #whumprilday28 #whump #bedridden #Semiconscious #rules #writing #whump community

[sinvulkt]

Angstpril: day 9 - DEVASTATION

Edit: @whumpril - Day 28. Semiconscious

Everything was dark. Everything was dark and dead, and yet, it smelled like home. I couldn’t fathom why. I was lost, uncoordinated, wild thoughts jumping from one extreme to another in my mind. I was lost, memory-less, my sense of self torn apart then rebuilt from ashes. I was lost, left behind, who I once was thrown away for the sake of an all-encompassing hunger.

The place I was in was drenched in a painfully nostalgic smell of home, but it was empty. I let my nails trace the strange-cold-unalive walls. Why would anyone entrap themselves here, so far away from the sky? I wondered.

The nostalgic feeling disappeared as fast as it had come, and I turned away, the metal structure suddenly losing all interest in my eyes. There was no food here.

#angstpril2023 #day9 #devastation #starwars #fanfiction #the amazing adventures of excentrics jedi #taaoej #star wars #sinvulkt fics #whumpril2023 #whumprilday28 #semiconscious

[samtheacesheep]

Chapter 5 Description: 

Milo and Zack try to break their friends out. 

#whumpril2023 #whumprilday28 #bedridden #semiconscious #light sensitivity #minor whump #torture #sally #I wrote a thing

[fanfictasia]

Febuwhump Day 16

Semi-Conscious 

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Chosen Twins

Anakin Skywalker

Predictably, it’s not until after he does more – I don’t know how far it is, but since I can feel the throbbing when I’m awake traveling farther down my arm, he must be far – and when I’m half-unconscious that… something unexpected happens. Then gain everything for months now has been one unexpected after the next, so this isn’t far more major than most.

Aniya isn’t here right now; I’m not quite sure where she is, but not here, when I awaken to sensing someone else present. It’s the same blue Twi’lek that we had seen earlier that we couldn’t identify.

“I knew I would find you here,” he says, something… icy in his voice. I’ve seen that look on people, the way he doesn’t even attempt to conceal his rage or hatred, though for what, I don’t even know.

“Who are you?” I rasp faintly. Anyone else and might ask how long it’s been.

“That is of no concern to you, yet.”

I twist instinctive, jerking against my restraints – I couldn’t have been here for too long, considering I’m not terribly sore right now, though then again, I haven’t been here constantly. I don’t know why Plagueis leaves me here sometimes and not at others. But either way, I don’t appreciate the other’s closeness. At all.

“I’m not here for you,” he continues, “I have a message for your master, for Darth Sidious.”

Any other circumstances, and I’d have some very snippy commentary to throw back at him. Not now though. Instead, I only watch him warily.

“Tell him,” he continues, “That there’s nowhere he can escape from me. That there is nothing he can have that I won’t take from him, after he did the same to me.”

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #febuwhump #febuwhump 2023 #febuwhump day 16 #febuwhump day sixteen #day 16 #day sixteen #anakin skywalker #anakin #anakin needs a hug #someone i won't tag #hehe #just read the story when it comes out #angst #whump #semiconscious #anakin deserves better

[whumpster-dumpster]

Appreciation post for the times that a whumpee is so exhausted/delirious/drugged up/in shock/etc. that they can only manage incoherent half-conscious mumbling

#whump #whump aesthetic #exhaustion #delirium #drugged #shock #semiconscious

[prdzx]

Accept The Chaos - qeeit - Semiconscious

#Accept The Chaos #qeeit #Semiconscious #Sophie #Monomachine #Idm #SoundCloud

[formidable-fermenter]

I’m drunk and want friends to talk to. Unfortunately I’ve cursed myself to be a background character who’s UNBELIEVABLY supportive. And not a main story problem. So here I am vibing. I want to be a main story problem but I love my friends too much to do that to them.

#scarily conscious subconscious #semiconscious #time of my life #drunk as fuck

[whumpinaheartbeat]

Doll, Girl, Bird (Febuwhump 2023 Day 16)

This fic contains graphic injury and risk of child injury. Please read with discretion.

When Gordon was at last pulled from the rubble, he was mumbling words that none of them could make sense of. He kept repeating the same three words, over and over again.

Doll.

Girl.

Bird.

Virgil said that it was just confusion, completely natural for someone who had been trapped beneath an entire building for three hours. But whatever he was saying, Gordon must have felt that it was important so Alan listened closely to him all the same, holding his hand the whole way to the hospital. 

It was strange to be in an ambulance not a Thunderbird but Gordon’s condition was deemed serious enough that he would need to be transported directly to a hospital and not to Tracy Island.

At a glance, Gordon was a mess and on a closer inspection, he was even more of a mess. His right arm was broken, having been pinned beneath a cabinet, his right leg even worse. As a precaution Gordon’s neck had been braced; they had not known how badly he had fallen and given his history of spinal cord injury it was best to be safe. 

Virgil had said that he suspected that some of Gordon’s ribs were broken also, a suspicion that the paramedics shared but that Alan did not want to consider. So far his lungs seemed intact, a miracle in itself, but they all knew that there may be more damage than they could see. 

Most worrying of all was the line of blood that ran down Gordon’s face. He had hit his head, on what Alan did not want to know. Gordon’s helmet had been taken off for some reason but it had no blood on it which meant it had already been off when the building collapsed. It might explain why Gordon was conscious but not really, still mumbling about dolls and girls and birds but Gordon should have known better than to remove his helmet during such a risky rescue operation.

There must have been a reason for him to do that.

“I’m right here, Gordon.” Alan said.

Gordon tried to shift his head towards Alan’s voice but the brace prevented him. 

He kept mumbling.

Alan had been working with Virgil to put up supports on a half collapsed building when the aftershock hit. Virgil had steadied him, sheltering Alan as dust rained down on them. Alan had foolishly thought that the worst of the damage had happened in the initial earthquake so when he heard the loud cracking behind him, his entire body had gone cold.

He had twisted, slowly, Virgil’s arms still around him, and he watched the building Gordon was in crumble. The supports they had added simply could not take the strain and Alan had screamed, he was certain that he had screamed, but Virgil would not let him go.

Just the memory made Alan curse himself. It should have been him in there, not Gordon. Hell, none of them should have been in that building, it had already been cleared of all people.

Gordon was not panicking, not even with his neck braced and a oxygen mask on his face but if anything that was more concerning. Gordon had so many terrible memories from his accident a few years ago, he should be fighting against his treatment now like he always did. Gordon was not fighting, he was simply mumbling words that Alan could not understand. 

Doll.

Girl.

Bird.

“Gordie,” Alan said. “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t understand.”

When Gordon’s eyes flicked towards Alan it was like he was looking passed him and not at him. 

“Girl. Bird.” Gordon repeated, blinking slowly. “Doll. Girl. Bird.”

Alan held Gordon’s hand ever tighter, his eyes stinging. He wished he could make Gordon feel better, he wished he could assure him that whatever he was talking about mattered and that he understood. 

“Safe.” Gordon said.

Safe? Gordon hadn’t broken his cycle of Doll Girl Bird until now so hope surged in Alan’s chest, Gordon might finally be coming to full consciousness.

“Doll.” Gordon mumbled.

“No,” Alan said, his voice tight. “Say it again.”

“Doll. Girl. Bird.”

“Yeah, I get it, Doll Girl Bird and all that but you said safe.”

“Doll.” Gordon mumbled. 

Alan looked towards the paramedic that was riding in the back with them but they just grimaced, writing down Gordon’s vitals. Alan wanted to run a hand through his hair, his frustration only growing. He should be happy that Gordon was awake at all, he should be happy that his brother was even alive, but Alan felt his heart sink deeper into his chest as he yearned to understand what Gordon was trying to say.

“Cabinet.”

Alan stilled. 

No. It couldn’t be. Doll, Girl, Bird, Safe, Cabinet. No.

“Gordon,” Alan said carefully. “Was there a girl in the cabinet?”

“Safe.” Gordon mumbled. 

Alan scrambled to get onto his radio, his heart racing.

“Virg!” He called. “There was a girl in the cabinet. I repeat, there was a girl in the cabinet.”

“Are you sure?” Virgil’s voice echoed. “The building was cleared.”

“I’m sure!” Alan said. “That’s what he’s been mumbling about. There’s a girl in the cabinet!”

Alan’s hands shook as he heard Virgil take off running. His heart raced as he heard Virgil demand clearance to return to the building, his body grew cold as Virgil ran in anyway. If Alan was wrong about this and there was another aftershock, what was left of the building might collapse with Virgil along with it. It was a miracle that Gordon had survived but that did not guarantee that the building had stopped shifting so it was still incredibly dangerous.

Gordon had gone silent but his eyes were still open, his lungs were still breathing. He was listening to the radio too. His attention seemed to be drifting, still semi-conscious, but he was listening.

Alan heard a creaking of wood over the radio and he wanted to scream. If Virgil died because of him he would never forgive himself. More wood, Virgil was grunting as if he was straining his body.

Silence.

No. Not Virgil too. Alan couldn’t bear to see Gordon like this, he couldn’t risk losing Virgil too.

“Hey there, Sweetheart,” Virgil’s voice suddenly echoed. “My name is Virgil, what’s yours?”

There was no answer for a beat and Alan felt his heart sink deeper. He wanted to ask what Virgil could see, he wanted to know what was happening. Then, another voice, the most beautiful sound Alan had ever heard.

“Sally.”

The girl could not be older than six and Alan could imagine it now, Virgil crouching before her, the remains of the cabinet that had saved her life behind her. Virgil did not seem to be rushing so she was probably uninjured or at least he was trying to keep her calm. Virgil had always been so good with kids.

“It’s nice to meet you Sally,” Virgil said. “I see you’ve been very brave, who is it you’ve got there?”

“Zelda.” Sally said, no doubt holding up her doll. “Gordon said that as long as I hold onto her, everything was going to be okay.”

“And he was right,” Virgil said. “Everything is okay.”

“Gordon also he said he was going to get me a Thunderbird for her. I told him that my birthday isn’t until next week but he just laughed at me. Am I still getting one?”

Girl doll bird indeed.

“You know,” Virgil said. “I can do you one better. Instead of a toy Thunderbird, how do you feel about riding in a real one?”

Virgil set the radio click off, focusing on getting Sally out safely now that Alan knew that his hunch had been right.

“Do you hear that?” Alan said. “She’s safe, Gordie. You saved her life.”

For a moment Alan wasn’t sure that Gordon had understood him, blinking slowly. Then Gordon’s lips twitched into a smile, a perfect tear rolling down his face, his message at last understood. 

Gordon’s body gave into unconsciousness but Alan stayed with him, holding his hand ever more tightly.

#my writing #fanfiction #ao3 link #whump #whump fic #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday16 #semiconscious #thunderbirds are go #Gordon Tracy Whump #severe injury #earthquake #crush injuries #child at risk #no child injury #collapsed building #head injury

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

@whumptober #4: Can’t Pass Out

Fandom: Marvel (Spider-Man: No Way Home)

Characters: Peter One (Tom Holland), Peter Three (Andrew Garfield)

~

Peter’s world was nothing but a haze now, a spotty mist rolling in to sweep him away. The beckoning emptiness was almost comforting; he could forget whatever was happening before: the hot, wet waves of red, the blinding white pain, the clamor, the screaming…He could just leave it to someone else now, let it all go…

“Peter? Peter!”

But of course a panicked voice had to rudely interrupt those tempting thoughts, followed by warm, strong hands on him. One kept a firm grip on his shoulder while the other flitted anxiously about—checking his pulse at his wrist and neck, swiping strands of hair from his forehead, then cupping his pale, clammy cheek.

“Come on, buddy, please, stay with me. Come on, open those eyes…”

A dull moan of protest escaped him. Just this once he wanted blessed numbness. He wanted a moment of rest. Hadn’t he done enough? Didn’t he deserve that much?

On the other hand, who was he if not a people-pleaser to the last?

Lashes clumped with blood faintly fluttered.

#whumptober2022 #no.4 #can't pass out #marvel #spider man #spider man no way home #fanfiction #whump #fainting #semiconscious #blood loss #peter parker #peter three #tom holland #andrew garfield #drabble

[uuuhshiny]

Russell Crowe in Fathers and Daughters

#by uuuhshiny #Russell Crowe #Fathers and Daughters #whumpril2023 #Whumprilday28 #Bedridden #Semiconscious #uuuhshiny's gifs #whumpedit #RC gifs