#unresponsive

[linecrosser]

Febwhump 2024 - Day 21 - Unresponsive

Young SQH suffering from System-induced shutdowns when not following the instructions to the letter.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday21 #unresponsive #unconcious #sick child #svsss #shang qinghua #the system is the real villain here #whump #whump art

[kabie-whump]

♡ Febuwhump Day 21: Unresponsive ♡

@febuwhump

Low key a continuation of day 19 (but if im being honest you could totally connect all of my generic febuwhump posts into one story if you try hard enough)

Content: unresponsive whumpee, ptsd, disassociation, worried/guilty caretaker, post-rescue, referenced finger amputation

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It's been a month.

One month since Whumpee made the most idiotic decision of their life and volunteered to be captured by Whumper for the opportunity to gather information about them.

One month since Caretaker tearfully begged them not to go and one month since Whumpee turned their back on their best friend.

Caretaker isn't involved in the rescue mission. All they can do is sit outside the infirmary and mentally reherse what they're going to say to Whumpee when they get back. ("Fuck you for being an absolute idiot and being so careless with yourself and making me worry you dickhead you could've died what is wrong with you-")

Doors burst open. Whumpee is brought in on a stretcher wearing nothing but a thin blanket that is already stained red in some spots and god they've never been this skinny before. Their eyes are open, staring up blankly at the ceiling as they're rushed into another room.

All of the harsh words Caretaker had been saving for Whumpee disappear because one month.

It takes hours, but Caretaker is eventually allowed to see Whumpee. The nurse who leads them in gives them a sympathetic look, muttering something about "be patient and give them time" but Caretaker doesn't hear it as they rush to Whumpee's bedside.

Whumpee's awake. At least, their eyes are open. But they don't even look at Caretaker as they perch at the edge of a chair next to the bed, don't even flinch as Caretaker takes their hand.

"Whumpee? How are you feeling? Are you alright? I was so worried."

Silence. No sign that Whumpee even heard them.

"I'm sorry for how we left things. I just didn't want you to get hurt. You don't have to give me the silent treatment."

They did get hurt. Whumpee is wrapped in bandages and hooked up to an IV and oxygen. Their left knee is in a cast. Their whole right hand is cocooned in gauze and Caretaker tries to pretend they don't know why.

(They'd overheard it a week after Whumpee's capture: "Leader was sent Whumpee's finger in an envelope this morning. Don't tell Caretaker, they'll freak.)

"Whumpee, please. Say something."

Nothing; just a haunted stare. The harsh overhead lights must be hurting their eyes, but still they go an unsettlingly long time between blinks.

A lot of damage can be done in a month.

Caretaker bends over, pressing their forehead to the mattress as silent sobs shake their shoulders.

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#febuwhump2024 #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday21 #febuwhump day 21 #whump #whump tropes #whump writing #whump community #whumpblr #whump scenario #whumpee #whump ideas #whump prompt #recovery whump #unresponsive

[blackrosesandwhump]

Febuwhump Day 21: Unresponsive

CW: experiment whump, unconsciousness whumpee, creepy whumper, needle mention

It’s happening again.

Whumper sighs in frustration and slaps whumpee’s face, gently at first, then more forcefully a second time. Nothing. Unresponsive, right at the critical juncture in the experiment. Whumper frowns and bends closer, examining his subject. Pale, damp skin. Shallow breathing. Weak pulse through the stethoscope. Not an ideal situation, especially when whumper is so close to success.

“You’re not being very helpful, whumpee.” Whumper steps back from the table, crossing his arms. “I told you to stay awake this time. But did you listen? No.” He pauses, observing whumpee for a moment in intense silence, then springs into action, readying various instruments and a syringe. The bright lights overhead wash out whumpee’s skin completely, making him look dead.

But he isn’t, and he won’t be, not while whumper needs him.

“And now, since you didn’t listen,” whumper says, plunging the syringe into whumpee’s chest, “we have to start the experiment all over again.”

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday21 #unresponsive #whump #whump snippet #whump drabble #lab whump #experiment whump #experimentation #human experimentation #blackroseswrites #syringe #needle mention #unconsciousness #unconscious whumpee #creepy whumper #laboratory

[sasuga-whump]

Whump List: おっさんずラブ-リターンズ・Ossan's Love Returns (2024)

Genre: BL, romance, comedy, quirky male lead

Whump themes: blood and injury, passing out

Summary: Haruta and Maki have started living together as newlyweds. However, work and housework become too much for the couple, so they try housekeeping services to make their domestic life easier. But the person who appears at the door turns out to be the retired Kurosawa! Will the love triangle between them happen again?

Whumpees:

和泉・Izumi

Ep 1:

Found collapsed on the ground, concern for him, bleeding from his abdomen, barely conscious, "I'm fine...", caretaker finds him, carried bridal style

Ep 2:

friend concerned for him, holding his wound, "I'm fine now", breathing heavily and crying out, clutching his wound ... flinching and holding his wound ... found collapsed with a shoulder wound, bleeding, "don't call an ambulance"

Ep 3:

cont'd from prev ep... [minor flashback to Izumi collapsing], caretaker helps him to stand, shoulder carried, concerned friend ... at a loved one's grave sombre and contemplative ... caretaker concerned for him, "I'm okay", shoulder pain, flinches

Ep 4:

sad, huddled in a ball on the floor, reliving upsetting memories ... traumatic past reveal, revealed his past lover died in front of him, feeling guilty ... sleeping, taken care of

Ep 5:

sneezing, "I think I caught a cold", forehead checked for fever by friend, feverish, concerned friend ... sneezing, cold and shivering ... sneezing, concern for him

Ep 7:

concerned for Kiku, flashbacks to past lover dying, emotional, calling for Kiku

Ep 9.2 (special ep):

[flashback] using himself as a human shield, shot, gasping, worried caretaker, bleeding, caretaker trying to stop the blood, heavy breathing, semi conscious

菊之助・Kiku

Ep 5:

dejected ... drunk, emotional outburst, feeling guilty, crying, comforted

Ep 7:

in an ambulance, unconscious on a stretcher, rushed into emergency room, bloody shoulder wound, concerned caretaker ... on the rooftop with an IV bag and arm sling, "it was just a scratch", wincing

#whump #asian whump #whump blog #whump community #japanese whump #jwhump #japanese drama #collapse #passed out #concerned friends #concerned caretaker #stubborn whumpee #stoic whumpee #crying whumpee #unresponsive #unconscious #blood loss #bleeding #blood and injury #stabbed #ossan's love #ossan's love returns #whumplist #whump list #hiding an injury #hiding injuries #emotional whump #hospital scene #gunshot wound #human shield

[random-fandom-whump]

9-1-1 S06E10 (X)

"Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! This is Captain Nash, 118. We've got a firefighter down..."

#911 on fox #evan buckley #oliver stark #struck by lightening #knocked out #unconscious #dangling #unresponsive #firefighter whump #worried friends #bobby nash #eddie diaz #hen wilson #chimney han #911 6x10 #ep: in a flash #flashing gifs #911 spoilers

[writersmorgue]

Febuwhump Day 21 - Unresponsive

TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 1332

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Time-activated quirks are rare. Izuku knows, he’s studied many. He was fascinated by the logistics the first time he read about one in the news. The quirk usually being transferred by some physical touch or substance from the user- slowly dissolving into the victim like a pill. 

Pro hero Buzzkill has a quirk that gives its victim a bee sting-like welt every four and a half minutes. The vigilante Combo Breaker has a quirk that breaks one of its victim's fingers every two minutes. 

And apparently, the villain he’d been fighting on patrol also shared this unique quirk factor. 

The debrief had said the guy was quirkless, but one look at the shoes on his feet told Izuku otherwise. 

Now, four hours and twenty-five minutes later, he’s lying on the floor of his kitchen unable to move. 

His nose is pressed at an uncomfortable angle, mere inches from where his coffee mug was smashed to pieces when he dropped it. 

He’d felt this odd pain in the base of his spine when he got off of patrol, and after his post-shift nap, it had only been higher up on his back and twice as intense. 

Apparently, when it got to his head, he was due to lose all motor functions. Great!

The good news is that Katsuki should be home any minute, and he can pull Izuku out of this cold, black coffee puddle. Maybe he’ll even put him back in bed if he’s feeling generous. 

He’s not sure how long he waits. His eyelids have drooped close, though he couldn’t open them if he wanted. He spends a while trying to determine if he’s breathing or not, but his whole body is so uncomfortably numb that he gives up. 

Soon enough, the door opens and Katsuki’s gym shoes are kicked off into their cubby. 

“‘M home.” He grumbles, probably not expecting an answer because Izuku is usually still napping when Katsuki gets back from his morning gym run. 

Izuku isn’t sure what Katsuki notices first, maybe his socked feet lying on the ground, or the bits of red, blue, and yellow ceramic that probably skidded across the room. 

“Deku? Did you fuckin’ fall?” His husband scoffs, rounding the corner to see Izuku sprawled on the floor, “Oi, get up dumbass.” 

Izuku mentally winces, not prepared for the absolute earful Katsuki is going to give him later. 

Katsuki walks closer, nudging the broken pieces of mug away, “Izuku?” 

Ah, he’s anxious. 

Izuku might’ve predicted this issue if he had thought a little harder. He’s not in any real danger, so there’s no need to worry-

“Izuku?!”

But he doesn’t know that. 

“No come on,” Katsuki mumbles out loud, trying to reason logically like Izuku knows he does when he’s scared, “he hit his head and passed out- no, there’s no blood. He was tired? Maybe he wanted to sleep on the floor…”

Katsuki comes up behind him and drops to his knees, rolling Izuku over. 

Light flashes in front of his eyes, but he’s powerless to blink at the sudden flash. Katsuki curses when his head flops back and smacks the tile. Stars fly across the black of his eyelids. 

“Izuku, wake up.” Katsuki presses his fingers under Izuku’s jaw and curses. 

There’s no way this quirk stopped his heartbeat- right?!

Katsuki pries one of his eyelids open. The cool air burns but he doesn’t flinch. 

His pupil must not react either, because before he knows it Katsuki is tugging him into his arms with a frantic whimper and launching himself across their living room. 

Katsuki places a leg in between Izuku’s own and wraps one of his arms under Izuku’s shoulders so he can use the other to propel them into the sky. 

The wind whistles by Izuku’s ears as Katsuki wastes no time getting them to what he can only assume is the hospital a few blocks away. 

The strain his arm must feel right now can only be extremely painful but Katsuki makes no sign of it. 

Izuku can feel them descending, just as Katsuki’s grip on him begins to slip. Katsuki stumbles a bit on the ground, lurching forward but being sure to keep Izuku’s body in his solid grip. 

“HEY!” He shouts as soon as they step through the sliding doors of the emergency bay, “I NEED A DOCTOR NOW!”

“Sir please don’t-”

“Pro hero Dynamight!” Another nurse interrupts the first, rushing towards them, “What are his vitals?”

Izuku feels himself get flipped onto a gurney, lying face up on the cold, thin fabric. He can feel everything down to his hair follicles itching to form goosebumps. 

He hears the nurse gasp as soon as his hair falls out of his face. 

I might be wearing pajamas, but I’m still the number one hero, he figures. I’d recognize All Might in his pajamas.

“Is that-”

“Someone who needs a fucking doctor?!” Katsuki growls, “YES.” 

The nurse barks a few orders at her coworkers and, from what Izuku can tell, sprints with him down the hallway. 

“Vitals?”

“No.”

The cart shudders when she briefly trips, “N-No? What do you mean-”

“I mean he wasn’t fucking responsive. I came home and he was on the fucking floor. No pulse, no breathing, no pupil dilation.” Katsuki’s voice moves to his other side, and there’s more movement before Izuku is lifted over to a different bed. 

The nurse hooks a machine up to him to start pumping his chest while she darts around him, checking various other vitals. 

“Shit.” She whispers to herself, pressing her warm hands into his wrist harder. 

Someone slams open the door, running to Izuku’s side. His hearing blurs while they yell orders at each other, pricking Izuku with various needles. 

“C’mon.” A new, higher-pitched male voice grunts in his ear as what he can assume is a shot of adrenaline is pumped into his fresh IV. 

“You said you found him like this?” Another female voice asks, farther in the corner of the room where he figures Katsuki is watching. 

“He passed out, there’s no obvious trauma. I have no fucking idea why.” Katsuki grunts, voice warbling. “He was on patrol a few hours ago but there was nothing in the report that would warrant this.”

“It’s not looking…” She pauses, “It’s not ideal, but we can’t rule out the possibility of it being a quirk.”

“Nothing is rousing him. We can keep the compressions going, but his body isn’t showing postmortem symptoms. I think, truly, if he comes back it will be regardless of what we do.”

Katsuki sighs, “I’m going to call his mom. Take the machine off him, she shouldn’t see him like this.”

Izuku’s head jostles as they remove the machine, his chest already feeling the ache and forming bruises. 

The nurse clamps a heart rate monitor onto his finger and leaves his side, rolling whatever monstrosity of a contraption they had waiting for him on a cart out of the room. 

It’s completely silent for a few minutes, not even the usual steady beep of his heart that he associates with the hospital to keep him company. 

The door swings open and footsteps move towards his side. 

He knows it’s Katsuki as soon as their hands touch. 

His husband’s warm hands cup his own, rubbing circles into his skin. 

“If you die on a random ass fucking Thursday morning when you’re not even working I’ll make sure they send you to whatever hell exists for idiots like you.” 

Izuku laughs inwardly, enjoying Katsuki’s touch. 

“Shitty prank. You broke your favorite mug.”

Ah damn, he forgot about that. 

Katsuki’s hair tickles his forearm as the man presumably leans down, pressing his lips to Izuku’s inner wrist, “If you leave me I’ll never forgive you.” He stretches a hand over Izuku’s stomach, resting it on his soft sleep shirt. “I love you, I don’t tell you nearly enough.”

“Come back to me, Izuku.”

And Izuku wishes more than anything that he knew how.

#bkdk #coma #angst #whump #hospitals #character death #effectively. idk #u figure it out i'm tired #ambiguous ending #febuwhump #needles #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday21 #unresponsive #bakudeku #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #bnha #mha #bnha fic #mha fic #llyn writes shit #morgue's febuwhump 2024

[asphyyxxi8]

Give me characters on the brink of death

Give me characters collapsing from hypothermia in the middle of nowhere, despite their best efforts to fight the unconsciousness knowing that they're miles away from any help that may come

Give me characters who are severely/fatally wounded but don't even notice it/succumb to their injuries until someone else notices due to pure adrenaline

Give me characters who need someone to save them but there's no one else around and no way to call for help

Give me characters who can tolerate the injuries they receive from the other party, but eventually collapse and pass out from exhaustion and weakness

Give me characters who, even after passing out, continue to be hurt until someone else rescues them from their situation, limp, unresponsive, and on the brink of death

Give me characters who have severe head trauma and are delirious and making no sense before passing out

Give me characters who are drowning

Give me characters who are already vulnerable getting put into a position of further vulnerability

Give me characters who are trapped

Give me characters who are choking

Give me characters who are slowly bleeding out

Give me characters going unconscious/dying in their best friend's/loved one's arms

GIVE ME CHARACTERS

Ok but actually I wanna see this please give me some 🥺🙏

#whumblr #whump #whumpblr #whumplr #whump blog #whump gifs #strong to weak #people of whumblr #fatal whump #unresponsive #whump video #collapse #collapsed #physical whump #painful whump #in pain #repeatedly passing out #hypothermia #freezing to death #passing out #limp body #unconscious #unconsciousness #unresponsive whump #on the brink of death

[em-writes-stuff]

unresponsive

day 21 of @febuwhump

villain and hero

1219 words

warnings: past abuse discussed, bruises, cursing, hospital stay mention (not discussed heavily)

a/n: this one kinda got away from me, but oh well? i like it, it's just not that whumpy. anyway, hope you like it!

part one here

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Villain looks up from his phone and watches a shadow pass his frosted window to the front porch. The figure stands there, frozen. Villain rises from the couch and stuffs his phone in his pocket. He walks over to the door and looks through the peephole. 

Hero stands there, arms wrapped around herself. Villain opens the door and pulls her inside, checking the street for any cars that might have followed her there. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks, locking the door. 

She looks through him, barely acknowledging him. 

“Hero, what’s going on?” he says in a soft voice. 

For a few more seconds, they just stand there. Villain trying to calm the worry rising in his chest with every second Hero doesn’t respond. 

Hero chews on the skin inside her cheek, tears welling in her eyes. She finally focuses on Villain and shakes her head, “You were right.” 

Slowly, she unzips her jacket and pulls it down for Villain to see. Her arms are covered in bruises, so is what he can see of the rest of her. 

“Will you help me?” She asks, voice breaking. 

Villain nods, “Of course.” 

He leads her into the living room and sits her down on the couch. She pulls her jacket back over her arms and zips it up. Villain digs through a bin of blankets and tosses one her way, then takes another one out and sets it on the chair next to the couch. 

“Tea?” he asks, already walking to the kitchen. 

She nods, “Yes please.” 

He dips into the kitchen and calls out, “What kind? I’ve got…well how about you just tell me what you like and I’ll bring it over.” 

“Green tea would be great if you’ve got it,” she calls back. 

He rustles through the cabinets and pulls the box out triumphantly, “Green tea: check!” 

He swears he hears her chuckle and he smiles to himself while pouring boiling water into mugs.  Villain sets the mugs on a plate, the tea bags next to them and digs into his cupboard for the sugar. He gets out a few packaged snacks and sets them on the plate and picks it up and brings it into the living room. 

The blanket he tossed onto the chair for himself is on the couch next to Hero now, her eyes dart from him to the cushion, then back to him. He smiles warmly, sets the plate down on the coffee table and plops onto the couch, leaving a cushion between them. 

“I didn’t want to guess on how strong you liked your tea, so I just bought the bag. Take whichever mug you want, I’ll drink whatever. Sugar if you want it, take some snacks, anything you want.” 

Hero smiles and takes the smaller mug. She cups her hands around it and closes her eyes for a second before reaching out and grabbing the tea bag from the plate. She rips the wrapper and dunks it into her mug, swirling it around for a few seconds. 

Villain takes the other mug and does the same with his tea bag, then reaches to grab a package of cookies from the plate.

Villain looks over to her, trying to gauge how to start the conversation. She’s taking a sip of the tea, letting it sit in her mouth before swallowing. He clears his throat and reaches for the remote, “Music?” 

Hero nods, “Sure.” 

He nods and pulls up instrumental music. “This work?” 

She nods again and smiles, “Yeah, thanks.” 

He sets the remote on the coffee table and opens his cookie bag. He offers it to her first, then takes one out when she rejects it. 

“Do…you wanna talk about it?” He asks, wiping the cookie crumbs on his blanket. 

She bites her cheek and shakes her head, “Not right now.” 

Villain shifts into a more comfortable position and nods, “Do you want to talk about anything?” 

She nods, but doesn’t say anything. Villain inhales sharply and sets his mug on his knee. “What about the weather? It’s been crazy lately! I mean- 20’s then 50’s and even the 70’s? What’s up with that? My perennials started to sprout and now I’m afraid they’re gonna freeze next week.” 

Hero chuckles softly and smiles, “Yeah, it’s fucking with my migraines, the pressure change really messes me up.” 

“Migraines suck!” Villain says, leaning forward slightly. “It’s like. Hey do you want to have a constant owch pain in your head? Too bad, here you go!” 

Hero snorts and nods, “Yeah it’s horrible. And it’s so much worse because Superhero wants me to-”

She cuts herself off and looks at her hands, suddenly very interested on the border of the blanket. She bites the inside of her cheek and her brows furrow. She shakes her head and inhales shakily. 

“Yeah, I remember.” Villain says, picking at his fingernails. 

Hero looks up, “What do you mean?” 

He shakes his head, “It was a long time ago…and I’ve changed a lot since then, but I used to be you. Or…I did what you do. I wasn’t you…obviously.” 

“You worked with Superhero?” Hero asks, disbelievingly. 

He nods and takes a deep breath. “I know what he’s like. Used to think that him pushing me was what was best for me…just like you do. But then…” 

He shakes his head and lifts his shirt up, showing off a long, jagged scar along his abdomen. 

“He told me that…everyone fights dirty and I needed to be prepared for it. So he used a piece of broken glass and…” he makes a slicing motion along the length of the scar and drops the shirt, covering the scar once again. 

Hero looks at the floor, “I’m sorry.” 

“It wasn’t your fault.” Villain responds. “Anyway, he told me I couldn’t go to the hospital and had to patch it up myself, because there would be a time where I wouldn’t have the hospital as an option. And naturally, I couldn’t take care of it because I was nineteen…it got infected…and he dropped me off at a hospital. No money, no support, and he pretty much erased my existence.

After a few days in a coma, I figured out he wasn’t worth feeling sad over and I made sure that he could never actually succeed in what he’s been planning.” 

“What’s he been planning?” Hero asks, opening a bag of cookies.

Villain scoffs, “Of course he stopped telling people. He wants to branch out. Cover more cities, get more power. More control. That way he can take over everything. Make it so no one steps out of line, no one can do anything he doesn’t approve of. Of course, that’s not how he says it. He just ‘Wants to be able to keep more people safe.’ And the only way he can do that is by ‘Being able to monitor people who risk the safety of others.’ Which could be anyone, by the way, so he’d have to monitor everyone.” 

Hero shakes her head, “Why hasn’t he…I mean. Why does he let you…y’know? How come-”

“He doesn’t think I’m enough of a threat to kill me.” Villain interrupts. 

She nods to herself, “Is he right?” 

“God I hope not.” Villain says. “Could you imagine? I’ve just been doing all this for no reason?” 

#febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday21 #unresponsive #hero #villain #villain caretaker #hero whump #hero whumpee #no whumper #em writes #em writes stuff #my writing #whump fic #whump #whumpee #whump writing

[such-a-random-rambler]

Febuwhump - Day 21

Gordon’s running so fast he almost overshoots, sliding to a stop and falling to his knees in one smooth motion. John’s face is lax, his limbs crumpled and at uncomfortable looking angles from his fall down the stairs. Gordon pushes two fingers firmly against the pulse point in John’s neck and counts under his breath. Slow, but it’s there. 

“Come on, wake up.” Gordon doesn’t dare shake him for fear of spinal damage so pokes him firmly in the shoulder instead.  

John doesn’t stir: not a twitch of the lip of flutter of an eyelash to show he’s in there. 

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday21 #unresponsive #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #john tracy

[whumpygifs]

#till the end of the moon #episode 2 #tantai jin #whump #unconscious #unresponsive #fever #feverish #concern #caring #caretaking #mopping brow #waking from unconsciousness #exhaustion #fatigue #confusion #my gifs

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Day 21: Unresponsive / Asthma Attack

@febuwhump prompt: Unresponsive @badthingshappenbingo prompt: Asthma Attack

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Cadet Tech Cadet Batch as featured in my WIP fic 'Pieces of the People We Love' - haven't read it? All you need to know is that each member of the Batch came from batches of clones with matching mutations before being assigned to Experimental Unit 99. Word Count: ~675 Click here to read on AO3

Synopsis: Tech loses his first batchmate.

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Tech, Circuit, Data, Socket, and Switch. The five enhanced clones of Batch 99-One, already as far along their training as others twice their age, thanks to their enhanced mental processing capabilities.

Their tailored genetics meant there were minor physical discrepancies. None of them followed the exact clone template of the regular cadets produced by the facility.

Circuit had blue eyes. Socket’s hair was vibrant ginger, and he was freckled. Tech and Switch were skinny for their age, and Data breathed with a whistle.

The Kaminoans monitored Data’s breathing closely. The defect had appeared when their physical training increased in intensity. The cadets were two years and nine months old; with the accelerated growth the enhanced clones were subject to, physically they were eight.

Sometimes it was a wheeze on the outward breath, only detectable in a quiet room; although quiet was a rare occurrence, given Switch’s predilection to constant chatter. Occasionally Data would cough at night, short of breath, and keep his brothers awake with the arrhythmia of his breathing.

The young cadets didn’t like to ask Data about his visits to the medical labs. He always reappeared looking sullen and teary, and every time they knew his usefulness was being weighed against his defect.

No-one wanted to think of the day he might not return.

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Another gruelling training session. The cadets were equipped with body weights to simulate the burden of armour and weapons they would be wearing when they were older. The simulator was laid out as a huge obstacle course, demanding that they run, climb, dive, scramble to reach the end – all whilst dodging incoming stun-blasts from turrets at the edges of the route.

Tech pressed his back against a sheltering pillar, taking a moment to catch his breath and analyse the distance to the next patch of cover. He calculated the burst of energy needed to see him over the hurdle in a clear bound – that would be the fastest option – and weighed it against the less-tiring but more exposed choice to skirt the edge of the barrier.

“Ready?” grinned Switch. “I’m ready!”

Without waiting for an answer he was gone, sprinting across the open stretch in an erratic path that somehow avoided the incessant turret-fire.

“Wait for me!” yelled Socket, darting after their faster brother. Circuit followed him, the two of them scrambling and hauling each other over the barrier when they came to it. Circuit lifted Socket clear of the wall as a stun-blast hit where the cadet had been moments before. Tech decided that vaulting was the quickest, ergo the safest, option. He was the most acrobatic of his batchmates after all.

He tensed his muscles, ready for a turn of speed. Then a hand grabbed his upper arm.

“Tech, wait.”

Data was doubled over, sucking air into his lungs like it pained him. He looked up at his brother imploringly, gaze slightly unfocused. “Wait,” he gasped, between shallow, ragged breaths. “Wait for me.”

Tech abandoned his prepared stance, placing both hands on Data’s shoulders as he crouched in front of him. Data was pale, his lips tinged with blue.

“Take a deep breath,” said Tech uncertainly, “like this.” He demonstrated, expanding his chest as far as he could before letting the breath out in a long exhale.

Data didn’t copy him. Couldn’t copy him.

“Tech,” he pleaded, the wheezing sound audible even above the cacophony of the training course. His grip on Tech’s arm slackened. The bluish lips moved again, this time soundlessly. His breath came in desperate, staccato gasps.

“Data?” asked Tech.

No response. Data slumped, knees crashing to the ground, then his whole body. Tech leaped back in alarm; out of the sheltering safety of the pillar.

A stun-blast knocked him out cold.

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C-9912 unresponsive not breathing. Emergency resuscitation applied. Diagnosis: acute airway restriction due to chronic asthma. Recommendation: removal from combat pathway.

C-9913 unresponsive but breathing. Consciousness regained without medical intervention. Recommendation: improve combat response to squad-mate injury. Cadets must be conditioned to continue with mission regardless of injuries/loss amongst their number.

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday21 #unresponsive #badthingshappenbingo #asthma attack #the bad batch #tbb fanfic #cadet batch #tbb tech #cadet tech

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whumpril Day 22: Stoicism Breaks

A/N: Ren is a character I created for Febuwhump here.

CW: emotional whump, captivity

Human weapons aren’t allowed to have feelings. But as Ren stands in front of Jude’s suspended body, he feels himself breaking. His own body, though now a weapon, is still partly human. And the sight floods him with emotions that threaten to drown him.

Cold, greenish light illuminates Jude’s outstretched arms, his colorless, dead-looking skin, the thick vines wrapped tight around his torso and limbs like a monstrous snake. He hangs in place, limp, unresponsive.

And it’s all Ren’s fault. Ren’s fault that Jude was captured in the first place. Ren’s fault that he didn’t arrive in time to save his teammate. No, his friend. Human weapons aren’t allowed to have friends either, but as Ren sinks to his knees, shattered, the truth presses in on him as if he too were being strangled by those unearthly vines.

For some reason, he has friends. And his existence could get them all killed.

#whump #whumpril2024 #whumprilday22 #stoicism breaks #human weapon #emotional whump #captivity #suspended #captured whumpee #unresponsive #guilt #original character #picrew character #blackroseswrites #whump snippet #whump drabble #hanged #torture

[swagrum76]

Papyrus: Sans, Sans, wake up Sans: ... Papyrus: Sans?? Sans: ... Papyrus: SANS????? Sans: ... Papyrus: Sans?? Sans: ...

(why do i have to turn every single song into a darker version of itself)

#unresponsive #sans #papyrus

[little-peril-stories]

Febuwhump Day 21 - Unresponsive

From The Prince of Thieves:

“Jamie?” I can barely get his name past my lips.

No. This—I was so sure—This can’t be—

“Lettie found him,” Verity says, beaming up at me. “That’s your brother, right?”

I stumble forward like a fucking newborn deer, unable to stand, hardly able to breathe. “Alive?”

“Yes, of course he’s—”

“Jamie!” He doesn’t respond, and as I spin wildly to look at Verity again, I see that Colette and Geoff have slipped into the room, too. “What’s wrong with him?”

“He’ll be fine,” Colette says, hurrying over, grabbing my hands. “Listen, all right? Look at me. Are you lis—Will. Will.”

How am I supposed to—

She squeezes my fingers just a little tighter. “Look at me. Listen. It’s all right. He’s all right.”

“He didn’t answer me,” I say. I hear my voice crack like it belongs to someone else.

“I know. That’s because Allan gave him something for his pain and it put him to sleep, all right? He got shot after the trade, but he’s fine. He’s going to live.”

#febuwhump #lps the prince of thieves #unresponsive #gun mention #tw guns #shot #unconscious #sedated #worry #whump #whump writing #febuwhump cheater

[flatfuckfridays]

DAD?!

WHAT THE FUCK?!

PLEASE RESPOND????

please

~🫧💫

[Vox.exe is unresponsive, please try again later]

#unresponsive #flat fuck voxday #a/v² #hazbin hotel rp blog #ask the tv bitch #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #cannibals and radio #red velvette #rp blog #hazbin hotel alastor

[secret-bug-pain-blog]

Febuwhump Day 21 - Unresponsive

We are going to be real with you on this one. We are just trying to get everything up. More truncuated fic. Context will be in the index once that's up, we're just trying to get shit done in the last few hours and we're a bit too tired to try and work out exhaustive tags.

Day seven.

Maki was starting to get worried.

Usually, Kina'd wake up within three days of him. Sure, it'd been four or five once or twice, but that was just a few times - never a week, never a full week after he'd roused himself from hibernation. Her chitin was still worryingly cool, maybe even a few shades colder than the air  - he tried not to think of what that could mean for her.

Hibernation wasn't deadly. There wasn't any reason to suspect she'd be dead. They'd spent enough winters together that this should be nothing. She was just late waking up.

He packed another blanket around her.

She was bigger than him. It would take longer for her to warm enough to wake up. He just needed to speed it along, to make sure she was safe - she'd wake up fine, if he did it right.

Maki tucked a gold crystal tight to her chest, feeling its faint warmth radiate through his claws.

She'd wake up fine. She had to.

#whump #febuwhump #my posts #writing #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday21 #unresponsive #bug fables #kina #maki #bodysharing au