#tw passing out

[across-violet-skies]

Febuwhump day 3: "bite down on this"

Whumpee: Time

Whump Rating: 7/10

TWs: blood & violence, delirium, resetting bones, passing out

Most of the time, when the Chain got involved in battles along the path, they all escaped with minor injuries, if any. If they were unlucky, then maybe someone had gotten knocked in the head or hit with a stray arrow.

Today, they were very unlucky.

Well, that might be generalizing things. Today, Time was very unlucky. The others escaped unscathed, save for Hyrule who had overexerted his magic during the fight and was now unconscious. But even he was barely injured.

Time, on the other hand, was actively bleeding out.

It was a lucky shot. One of Wild’s Moblins, with their comically large battering rams, had stuck up on Time while he was distracted with a Darknut. By the time he realized, it was already too late. He dodged nevertheless, the club barely missing his chest (the intended target) as it crushed his right arm against a tree. The force of the impact tossed him back as well, head slamming against the very same tree. It had all gotten fuzzy after that– Time vaguely remembered collapsing as someone stepped in to defend him. And then-

…well, he wasn’t sure. Now he was staring up at the sky, blurred faces hovering in his field of view. They were speaking, but it was difficult to make out full sentences with how floaty he felt.

“...you think…”

“...s he awake…”

“...no potions…”

“...shattered…”

“...losing blood…”

One of them leaned over him– royal blue– and started saying something. Time dazedly stared, struggling to understand even a single word.

He jerked suddenly, gasping with desperation as his arm was jostled. He ground his teeth down, breathing in short, huffy gasps.

Then, cutting through the static with sudden clarity: “Bite down on this.” Time’s jaw was pried open, a thick piece of leather shoved between his teeth. It tasted like dirt and salt, the tough leather providing him with something to sink his teeth into.

As another unintelligible voice spoke to him, Time frowned. Something was very wrong; even in this state, he knew something was about to happen. Gentle hands grabbed onto his arm, the most careful touches akin to fire on his skin.

His arm was jerked back suddenly, a horrid crack resounding through the air.

Time screamed.

His eyes– both of them– flew open with the cry, his exhausted, broken body now alight with panicked adrenaline. He thrashed, unable to move his arm but still capable of kicking at whatever was attacking him. He was the Hero of Time, for Goddess’s sake– he would not be taken down by some forest monsters!

The monsters screeched and chattered at him, but didn’t back off. Time found himself getting pinned down, head slamming back into the ground. A gentle hand touched his forehead, warmth spreading through his mind as the ringing in his ears subsided.

Huh, he hadn’t even noticed they were ringing in the first place. Weird.

“-nk. Link!” Time frowned, pausing his struggle. Since when could monsters talk? And why did they know his name? “Hey, are you with me? Sprite?”

Sprite. Nobody had called him that since-

“...C’pt’in?” His voice sounded hoarse, muffled slightly by the leather between his teeth.

His vision was blurry, but he could make out a familiar blue scarf as a figure nodded. “That’s right. You hit your head pretty hard, but we don’t have any potions or fairies. A few of the others left for the village nearby to buy some, and they should be back shortly. Sky and I are working on resetting your arm, but that club did a lot of damage…”

“I can see your bone,” a new voice– Sky?– murmured, clearly distraught. “The Knight Academy didn’t prepare me for this…”

“You’ve lost a lot of blood,” Warriors chuckled awkwardly. “But we’ve stopped the bleeding for now, and Hyrule managed to heal your head a bit.”

“Which he shouldn’t’ve done!” A third voice interrupted, further away than Warriors and Sky.

The Captain exhaled slowly. “Relax, Vet, he’ll be fine. They’ll be back with potions soon,” he reminded, sighing. Warriors turned back, making an expression that Time struggled to make out with how blurry his vision was. “Like I was saying, Hyrule healed your head a little. He passed out again, but Legend’s watching him. How are you feeling?”

Time mumbled incoherently, voice muffled by the leather in his mouth. Even if it hadn’t been there, nothing the Old Man said was intelligible anyway.

“...Right. So… not good?” Warriors guessed. Time closed his eye, nodding slowly. His head ached, to put it lightly, and even though some of the fog had cleared (thanks to Hyrule), it was far from healed. And don’t even get him started on his arm– he could really feel it now, and he was suddenly thankful for the leather preventing him from cracking his teeth.

Time wasn’t sure if he could handle more pain on top of all of this.

He almost wished Hyrule hadn’t tried to heal his head. Obviously, he was thankful for the traveler, but it didn’t do much to help the situation. Yes, Time was no longer thrashing around and fighting monsters that weren’t there, but now he was much more aware of his pain and how unbearable it all was.

Plus, Hyrule was unconscious. Again. That was also bad.

“Think we can set the next break?” Sky asked quietly, hesitant fingers pressing against Time’s wrist.

Time didn’t wait for Warriors to reply, humming a simple “mm-hm” as he nodded once. He kept his eye shut, focusing on breathing in through his nose, out through his mouth. In through his nose, out through his mouth. In through his nose-

Crack.

He let out a strangled yelp, back arching as his feet scrambled for a hold. His eye, although closed, watered, tears threatening to slip down his cheek. Gentle, yet firm, hands held him down, pushing him back into the dirt as he gasped and choked.

“Okay, it’s okay, you did it,” Warriors soothed, slowly releasing the pressure on Time’s chest. “That should be enough. A potion can take care of the rest of it.”

As if they had been summoned, Wind, Four, Twilight, and Wild burst from the bushes, arguing loudly. They quieted instantly, Wild tapping at his slate to produce a red potion and hand it to Warriors.

“Get a green one to Traveler,” the Captain ordered, uncorking the red potion. Sky helped to lift Time’s head as the leather was removed, sour potion quickly poured down his throat. The effects were apparent immediately– the bones in his arm fused back in place, the skin around the injury was knit together, and his head was cleared. Everything was still a little hazy, but Warriors did mention blood loss.

“Here,” Sky murmured, helping Time to sit up. The older hero groaned, holding a hand to his head. His vision swam for only a moment, and then he was back with them. He did a headcount– Captain, Sailor, Smithy, Pup, and Sky were with him, while Champion and Vet were trying to feed a green potion to a passed-out Traveler.

Warriors chuckled, waving a small piece of leather. “You really did a number on this one, Old Man,” he remarked, showing the deep indents left by his teeth. “Glad to have you back.”

“Good to be back,” Time replied, exhaling. “And thank you for fetching us potions,” he added, addressing the others. “Good work.”

Wind hummed, trying to play it cool while his nervous expression gave him away. “Yeah… how's your arm? And your head?” The sailor fidgeted, eyes wide and waiting.

“I'll be just fine,” Time assured him, offering a tiny smile.

“Wind stepped in to defend you after you went down,” Warriors explained, ruffling the sailor’s hair proudly. “He kept the monsters away until we could get to you.”

Time turned to their youngest member, now smiling proudly. “Well, Sailor, thank you for looking out for me. I appreciate it.” He reached to pat Wind’s shoulder with the arm that hadn’t just been healed, nodding slowly at the sailor.

“No problem,” Wind replied with a grin.

Warriors stood up with a grunt, wiping his hands on his pants. “I know this is less than ideal, but do you think you could make it to the village?”

“It’s not too far,” Wind added.

Time sighed, stretching his recently healed arm hesitantly. “I believe I could, yes.” The Captain helped him up, holding him when he stumbled from being light-headed. “I’m alright, I’m alright,” he assured. “Just a bit dizzy.”

“Right, well, as soon as we get there, you’re heading straight to bed,” Warriors decided.

Time shrugged, sighing. “Fine by me.” He glanced around the group. “Is everyone okay? I neglected to ask earlier.”

The Captain snorted, slinging Time’s arm over his shoulder for support. “You were unconscious earlier. I’m pretty sure that’s a good excuse not to ask,” he commented lightheartedly. “But to answer your question, yes. Everyone’s fine, other than some scrapes and bruises.”

“Well, Hyrule fainted, but I don’t think he’s physically hurt at all,” Sky reminded. “He used too much magic again.”

“We gave him a green potion,” Wild spoke up, approaching the group. Legend wasn’t far behind, Hyrule on his back. “He’ll be fine once he wakes up.”

Warriors nodded. “So that’s two of us going straight to bed when we arrive,” he chuckled. “We should get going, then. If the Old Man passes out on us, it’ll be a lot harder to travel.”

“I’m not going to pass out.”

The Captain raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? I’m not too sure about that.” They started walking, each step heavy in Time’s body and mind. The world was rather muted, now that he thought about it… maybe the Captain was right.

As if he could read Time’s mind, Warriors hummed. “Almost there,” he murmured, grunting with the steadily growing effort of helping Time walk. “Just hold on a little longer and you can rest.”

“Just up ahead!” Wind exclaimed, pointing past the underbrush. Sure enough, a small village was within sight, and just in time, too. Any further and Time probably wouldn’t have stayed standing.

Once they were in the village, it didn’t take long to rent out a few rooms and get Time (and Hyrule) resting comfortably. The Old Man was out almost instantly, so Sky left a glass of water on the bedside table and they all left him to sleep. He needed it after all the blood he lost. Some rest would do him good.

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#febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday3 #tw blood #tw violence #tw resetting bones #tw passing out #linked universe #lu time #lu warriors #lu sky #lu wind #lu chain #linked universe fanfic #ao3 #riv writes

[newtabfics]

please tabby. i will offer every secret stone i can find. my whump brain needs it. please. Ganondorf reviving y/n after the heat stroke. I must know.

...ok but if you get them, i can't promise that I won't eat them, alright?

Also the writing for this will be from personal experience. I had a lot of health issues which effectively led to me not having the ability to sweat most of my life. So I'd get overheated very easily.

Trigger warnings for heat exhaustion.

Y/N blinked slowly as their voices began to muffle.

"Do you want to try joining in?" Link asked Ganondorf.

"Erm, I'm not sure. Mostly, their sizes," He confessed, scratching his cheek.

Y/N squinted, blinking harder as her pace slowed behind them. Her body began to feel heavy and numb all at once as her heart seemed to pick up in pace. She tried to think, focusing on her breath in an attempt to steady herself as her vision began to grow fuzzy. It was as though she were slowly pulling her glasses off her nose as her gaze went up to Link, wondering if she were much thirstier than she'd thought.

She tried to open her mouth to speak, wanting to ask Link to pass her the water skin as she lifted her hand. The movement completely overwhelmed her with the difficulty of it as her knees buckled, the world suddenly becoming white.

Ganondorf stiffened when he heard something fall into the sand and looked back. As Zelda cried out her name, he hurried to her side, checking her pulse as he pulled her to him.

"The heat," He said simply, studying her limp body. Her breaths were becoming shallow as her face flushed. His eyes darted over the desert canvas before locking onto a piece of Zonai ruin that created shade within the desert. "Over there," He said, hurrying her to the shade.

Link and Zelda struggled to catch up with him, noting his long strides to get her to shelter faster. He carefully laid her down and took off the pack he'd been tasked in carrying.

"Pitch the tent. I'm going to search for a Hydromelon," He said, already standing.

"No," Link said. "I'll go. I know where they grow." He hesitated before looking to Zelda worriedly.

"I'll stay to monitor her," She affirmed. "I'll be alright."

Link nodded and hurried the exact opposite direction Ganondorf intended to go, making him frown.

Of course they would be growing in different places than he'd remembered.

"We need to remove some of her clothing," Zelda said, startling him out of his thoughts as he turned to see her removing her boots first before removing the over shirt, leaving her in her pants and sleeveless top.

"Shelter," He reminded himself before getting to work on the small tent, ensuring she was shielded from the overbearing sun. Even Zelda seemed to display some relief at the new shade.

"She needs hydration," Zelda sighed, frowning as she studied her. "She won't wake."

He wordlessly, moved closer to her, kneeling beside her unconscious form as he grabbed the water skin. "I need you to pour slowly into her mouth," He sternly said. "I'm going to attempt massaging the muscle here to trigger her reflex."

Zelda blinked and nodded, grateful for his quick thinking as she watched him adjust her against him. He was almost cradling the Hylian in his arms as she carefully poured the water into her mouth.

His fingers worked carefully over her neck as he frowned, watching the water dribble at the corner before her throat swallowed at last. His body only relaxed then as he carefully dragged his thumb over her jaw to wipe away the water.

"That should be enough for the moment," He muttered, laying her back down carefully as Link hurried back to them. He took one of the melons into his hand and sighed. He pleaded whatever gods might listen to him to make this work as he held the melon over her head and ripped it open.

Both Link and Zelda were shocked by the sheer force of the rip as well as the water that suddenly dropped down onto Y/N's face.

The Sheikah woman gasped as she jolted up, eyes frantically scanning over everyone as she scrambled to stand, only to be stopped by a large hand on her shoulder.

"Easy, easy," Ganondorf rumbled gently, making her sit as she looked to him, shaking. "Just relax. You passed out from the heat."

Y/N blinked almost dumbly at him as Zelda let out the breath she was holding. "You're awake," She sighed in relief.

"I am," Y/N could only mumble tiredly as her body suddenly felt heavy again. An arm wrapped around her, making her look up at the Gerudo as he carefully adjusted her close to him again.

"Rest. Drink water," He stated, holding up his water skin. He helped her by tilting the skin and pouring gently until she grunted to stop and swallowed what she could.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Link asked, making her blink and look down. "You know we would've stopped if you needed a break."

"I thought…I could handle it," She mumbled, shoulders slumping as she leaned into Ganondorf's arms. "I'm sorry."

Link sighed, watching the man rub his thumb soothingly over her shoulder. "You shouldn't push yourself," Zelda scolded. "We're glad you're alright but next time, speak up. Please. We already feel terrible enough the teleport function is out of order."

Ganondorf almost glared at her, wondering why she felt the need to express her guilt for something completely out of her control. Was she trying to make Y/N feel bad for passing out because she'd decided to join them on their journey to the desert or–

"Mm, tight," Y/N suddenly whimpered, making him flinch. He was still holding her against him. "Ganny, I'm okay…I'm sorry for scaring you."

He snorted as a small smile graced his lips. "I'm not scared."

"Liar," Link whispered to Y/N. "He panicked and ran for shelter for you."

Y/N giggled and smiled up at him. "Thank you, Ganondorf."

He stared at her for a long moment before laying her down and walking around, standing afar to keep an eye out for any enemies. To Link and Zelda, they found it strange and unnerving.

"Take a compliment," Link muttered to her, making her shrug in agreement.

Y/N smiled softly. "Nah, guys. He's embarrassed," She chuckled.

If only she knew how her words went straight for his chest, sending a surge he hadn't felt since his battle against Link: Pride.

#tw heat stroke #tw whump #tw passing out #totk ganondorf #ask request #ask me stuff #redeemed ganondorf series #ganondorf x fem!reader #rehydrated ganondorf

[whump-about-it]

Greater Good

@whumpril Day 5: Reckless

CW: exhaustion, self-blame, difficulty breathing, mentions of being choked

continuation of yesterday's entry: Aftershock

Medic was unconscious for less than a minute. It felt like no time at all for them, but it was evidently enough time for half the medical tent to have panic attacks and the acting head of medicine to take a personal interest (or more accurately, personal frustration) in their case.

"Oh good, you're back with us." the Medical Director huffed when Medic's eyes fluttered open, flinching as the Director rubbed some sickly sweet gel on their gums less than gently. They were lying on the cot Whumpee and Caretaker had previously been occupying. They were both still nearby. Someone had found a chair for Whumpee to sit in at Medic's feet, and Caretaker was looking worryingly at Medic over Director's shoulder.

"What happened?"

Medic weakly pushed Director's hand away from them and licked away the gel in their mouth. Their voice was raspy suddenly, and lying down was making breathing harder than before. But the ceiling of the tent was still swaying above them so Medic didn't risk trying to sit up.

"Low blood sugar?"

"Among other things." Director growled "You're blood oxygen is even lower, and I'm betting those bruises on your neck have something to do with it. Drink this."

They shoved an apple juice into Medic's hand and left their line of sight. Caretaker glared after Director before helping Medic to sit up so they could drink the juice. Swallowing the liquid was difficult, and Medic had to take tiny sips to tolerate the pain of it.

"I thought I told you to take a break after that incident." Director began to scold Medic as they drank. "What happened?"

"I was going to," Medic rasped "But Whumpee walked in right afterwards and..." They trailed off, not wanting, or feeling the need to continue. Whumpee gave Medic an apologetic smile and reached out to pat their foot comfortingly. They opened their mouth as though they were going to say something but Director plowed on before they got the chance.

"And when was the last time you ate? You're not diabetic or hypoglycemic, so you shouldn't be having a low blood sugar unless you're starving."

"I had one of the protein bars the volunteers passed out."

That seemed to be the last straw for Director.

"That was the last time you ate!" They yelled. "That was over a day ago! Medic! How could you be so reckless and irresponsible! People's lives were in your hands you idiot! You can't help anyone else if you're not taking care of yourself. What if you passed out while treating someone! What if you passed out while doing that surgery on that asshole's wife! He would have actually killed you, and you would have deserved it! -"

It sounded like Director was going to continue but Caretaker abruptly interrupted. Standing up so fast Medic got dizzy again, and placing a hand firmly on Director's chest.

"Stop it!"

In all the years Medic had known Director, they had never heard anyone speak that way to them. Director was the kind of person who commanded respect, even if they didn't entirely deserve it. Medic should have known they'd meet their match with Caretaker though. They were always looking for a fight, one way or another.

"They don't deserve to be talked to like that. We've just had an earthquake. Their friend was missing, and they've been working none stop without sleep for two days. Of courses Medic isn't thinking straight. It took them nearly being killed to get offered a break for God's sake! And no one has tried to provide the doctors food other than a few protein bars? Not to mention relief isn't due for another day. If anything you're being the reckless one. You're people are going to start dropping like flies soon if you keep this treatment up."

Medic's heart broke for Caretaker in that moment. As tough as their love could be at times, they were the most loyal friend Medic had. They were always the first to come to Medic's defense, no matter the situation. After two days of being blamed for everything under the sun (including in at least one circumstance, the sun itself), it was nice that someone was finally trying to stand up for them. But in this instance, it was an ill-founded defense.

"Caretaker," Medic reached out and tugged at Caretaker's wrist before they could continue admonishing Director. "It's not Director's fault. We were given breaks, I just skipped them."

Everyone stared at Medic with wide eyed expressions. Whumpee seemed to be coming down from their adrenaline and looked too tired to be anything more than surprised by Medic's admission. Director looked like they were going to start yelling again if they weren't already leaning away from Caretaker like a scared animal. Probably a good idea since Caretaker looked like they were going to hit which ever one of the two spoke first. Luckily for the both of them, it was Whumpee.

"Why?"

Medic took as deep a breathe as they could manage and trained their eyes on Whumpee because they didn't want to look at the other two.

"I wasn't going to be able to sleep with you unaccounted for, and I wasn't allowed to join the search parties during my breaks. All I could do to distract myself was to keep busy. And people just kept coming in. And the injuries kept getting worse. They needed as many hands as they could get. So I just kept telling myself it was for the greater good."

Medic cut themselves off. Their tired, oxygen deprived brain hadn't comprehended their words until it was too late. Quickly they snapped their head back to Caretaker and Director. Director looked, surprisingly, somewhat sympathetic to Medic's explanation. It was impossible to tell Caretaker's expression however as they had buried their face in their hands. Medic was certain though that they were both thinking about the same thing. The last thing Caretaker had yelled at them before marching out of the tent to go searching for Whumpee two days before.

God damn you and your greater good mentality! If that's how you feel, you better save every God damn person you touch until Whumpee is found!

"Oh Medic" Caretaker mumbled into their hands. It sounded like an apology. A moment later they lowered their hands and turned away Medic, not quickly enough to hide the tears in their eyes.

"I think we can agree Medic can't work in their condition." They told Director in a much softer voice than they'd addressed them in previously. "I'm going to take them both home to rest. When will you need Medic back here?"

As Director and Caretaker began to discuss what Caretaker should be doing to care for their friends, Medic watched Whumpee, who seemed to be getting a little more color in their face, even as their eyes were drooping and they were listing to the side, loosing themselves to exhaustion. Medic could relate. Now that it seemed final that they were not going to be working anymore today, they could also feel their eyes getting heavy, and all the pain they had been ignoring for the past few days was seeping in. They knew Caretaker was probably going to yell at them again when they were feeling better, and there was a strong possibility that Director was going to discipline them once this was all over, but all they could feel now was relief.

#whumpril #whumpril2024 #whumprilday5 #reckless #whump #exhaustion #whumpee x caretaker x medic #tw choking #tw passing out #tw self-blame

[whumpy-whump-fanfics]

GO TO SLEEP⁉️

Tw: overworking, sleep deprived, passing out

“Whumpee i have amazing news! Our company’s ratings have skyrocketed and..Whumpee?”

Whumpee’s eyes snapped open as they looked to Caretaker, they had been working on a new design for one of the company’s outfits. “Hmm? Yeah?” Whumpee rubbed their eyes as Caretaker rested an arm on the counter. “Are you alright? You seem..More drowsy than usual.” They took a good look at Whumpee, they noticed the bags under their eyes and how pale they looked, they just looked malnourished.

“Oh, yeah I’m good, just stayed up a little late last night.”

Whumpee replied as they continued to work on the outfit, the needle and thread piercing the seams as they felt themselves start to falter and fall asleep again. Caretaker shook their shoulder, “Hey, you should sit down, you really don’t look too good.” Caretaker said while trying to lead Whumpee to a seat, but Whumpee refused, “I have to get this done, just a few more minutes.” Whumpee said as they grabbed the mannequin and tried to continue their work. But Caretaker was not having it, they grabbed Whumpee’s shoulder firmly, not hurting them though, and tried to pull them to the seat.

“No. You need to sit down.” Caretaker ordered as they noticed Whumpee starting to sway a bit, little black spot started to cloud Whumpee’s vision. “Caretaker I’m alright, I’ll be—“ Whumpee suddenly fell to their knees, they didn’t move for a moment before blinking and waking themselves up, Caretaker helped them to a stand. “I’ll be fine.” Whumpee finished their sentence as they held onto Caretaker’s arm for support.

“Whumpee. I don’t intend to be rude, BUT YOU LITERALLY JUST COLLAPSED ONTO THE HARD TILE FLOOR. THAT’S THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF FINE.”Caretaker lost their temper a bit as they shouted at Whumpee, dissing them for not taking care of themselves, they expected Whumpee to respond with something snarky or sarcastic. But instead they got a question in response.

“Hey Caretaker? Can..Can I..Lean on you?”

Whumpee started to fall forward as their knees buckled and they went slump, Caretaker luckily caught them before their face became a pancake and set them onto the lounge chair that was in the room.

“Whumpee, that’s not leaning, that’s giving me a goddamn heart attack.” Caretaker said as they saw Whumpee fall asleep rather quickly, their tired eyes were shut softly as a light snore could be heard from them. Caretaker smiled and took Whumpee’s coat and put it over them, they also made sure to have some coffee ready for when they woke up.

Then Caretaker sat next to Whumpee, wrapped an arm around them and fell asleep with them.

It was, honestly very wholesome.

#tw passing out #whump prompt #whumpblr #whump #whump scenario #whump writing #no sleep #sleep deprived writing #whump community #whumpee #caretaker #angry caretaker

[sorrowandchartreuse]

A writer's guide to describing passing out

Because i just passed out (again) and the second thing i thought of upon waking up was that glazed donut no mark save it for your art post, here is a list of what you could use when writing about characters passing out:

Beforehand:

you're going to feel really, really lightheaded. for me, that's what starts it all off. it's going to feel like when you stand up too fast, but it never goes away. your head doesn't clear

eventually, that lightheadedness feeds into a tv static sort of fuzziness. your head is whirring, almost. it's like a really drawn out buzz. you feel it in your forehead, in your jaw, in your ears.

your mouth starts to get thick, too. that tv static moves in there. your teeth start to feel fuzzy, especially the front and back ones.

by now, youre shaking and your limbs are heavy. at this point, i know to sit down, but it depends on your characters! is this regular enough of an occurance for them to know to sit? are they going to reach out to another character because they know what's going on? or are they going to reach out because they don't know what's going on? do their knees buckle and they fall while all alone?

it's all very disorienting at this point in the process. you have enough sense to form thoughts, but they're not all that coherent. words? not going to be that coherent either

During:

you can't pinpoint the exact moment you pass out. at least, i can't.

when you're passed out, there can be certain degrees to alertness. for example, i've had times where it feels like years pass but it's only a few seconds. i've had it feel almost like im in a really foggy dream. i've had times where i dont remember anything from it. most recently, i didn't remember passing out itself, but i remembered waking myself up from it. it was a very conscious struggle, where i knew i was passed out and i needed to wake up now

does your character remain somewhat alert? do they enter a dream-like haze? what's waiting for them there? i've seen faces and shapes there.

i personally can't feel when someone is touching me while i'm passed out, regardless of degree of alertness

do they know that being passed out is Just Not Right? do they wake themselves up?

Afterward:

you pee. that's just the deal. your bladder is going to release. i know this is not romantic, but like man thats just what happens.

peeing, like most things, could hold a plot point. who cleans your character up? or if they're on their own, how do they clean themselves up?

youre also drenched in sweat. just absolutely sopping in sweat. passing out loves the release of excess body fluids. its sexy like that

mention sweat on their neck, their forehead, their hair pressed down by it. do they wipe it off? do they have the strength to? if they don't, does someone else?

your face will have no color. describe this, but don't stop at the face. your character's lips will also be drained of it.

you will be wobbly. standing up, even sitting up, is going to involve a lot of shaking.

when you first talk, it won't be loud (fuzzy tongue, remember?) so it takes a couple tries to get what you want to say out. or if you do get it out right away, it surfaces extremely weak

it's important after you pass out to get fluids in you. not just water, but orange juice, cocoa, anything that will get you awake again. who gives this to your character? if there are multiple characters present when your character passes out, who won't leave their side and who runs to get something for them to drink, knowing it will help them?

your hands will shake lifting anything

it takes 3-5 minutes for me to regain color again

it takes about 5-10 minutes for me to feel normal again, but this likely depends on the person and how often passing out occurs for them

Please keep in mind this is based soley on my own experiences! also please feel free to add on! i hope this helps!

#writing #writing help #writing descriptions #writing injuries #tw passing out #writeblr

[100percent-shell-oil]

Me: My masking is not so bad that I copy everything, that’s crazy.

My brain: Remember the time your friend described passing out to you and you passed out an hour later? What about the two separate times you read about selective mutism and stopped talking for a few hours? The amount of times you’ve been triggered by things you have no trauma in?

Me: I have no clue what you’re talking about.

#masking #tw trauma #tw passing out #autism #neurodivergent

[toby-the-crow]

[Toby wakes up, shivering and on edge.]

What- what's wrong-

[A cough wracks her body, and she chokes on air. When she pulls her hand away from her mouth, it's stained with blood.]

Shit. Shit shit shit.

[She gets up and stumbles from the medbay, looking for Donnie. She's almost to their room when the world tilts and goes dark.]

#toby the crow #ooc tags next > #tw: blood #tw passing out

[theworldofmrplant]

i'm here i'm here i'm here

Pairing: Plargos

Summary: Argos has a bad day and Mr Plant finds him at the worst time

Triggers: blood , internalized transphobia , passing out , self harm , suicidal thoughts

Word Count: 817

I originally posted this on ao3 under the username theworldofmrplant

Sometimes Argos has bad days. Usually, those days ended with him crying into Mr Plants shoulder while his boyfriend rubs his back, but other days it ended like this one, sitting on the floor of his bathroom over-analyzing everything he’s ever done. Life was easier when dating Mr Plant was merely an obsessive thought and not his reality, of course he loved his boyfriend - don’t get him wrong he loves his boyfriend so much it hurt, but that’s it, loving his boyfriend hurt because he couldn’t be perfect. Argos knew Mr Plant deserved better, but he was too selfish to let him go.

That and Argos knew he’d never be a real man and that Mr Plant was wasting all his time on someone who was just pretending to be a man instead of a biological male like Mr Flower.

So he did the only thing he could think of, he cut, and it stung and it bled and it burned oh how it burned him. It felt like he was being ripped apart piece by piece. He cried, so much. More than he’s ever cried before, he cried and he cried until he couldn’t. 

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Mr Plant didn’t like when Argos wasn’t in the living room when he came over.

He knew he wasn’t at work he had asked. And Argos knew he was coming over - again he had asked him. So where was he?

He hadn’t responded to his messages and he said he’d be at home all day - it was his free day off after all. Wringing his hands nervously Mr Plant knocked on the door again.

After getting no response for the 5th time he started to snoop, looking in the windows, finally he got to Argos bathroom window, and there he saw him drenched in his own blood and passed out. Acting without thinking Mr Plant punched the window, efficiently breaking the glass. Maneuvering his way inside Argos’s house through the broken window he finally gets inside. As soon as he does he checks to make sure Argos is breathing, afterward, he cleans him up. He’s done this dance before with his lover, he knows what to do, they made a crisis list just in case something like this does happen, and it has multiple times. It doesn’t get any better no matter how many times it’s happened. He still gets that horrified feeling that the man he loves is gone forever. Getting Argos and the bathroom cleaned up was the easy part, now comes the hard part - waiting.

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Argos finally woke up around 6 pm. The first thing he noticed was Mr Plants arms around him. The second thing he noticed was that he was decidedly not dead. He attempted to wiggle his way out of Mr Plants arms, gently so as to not wake him up. He failed in doing that, and Mr Plant woke up as soon as they stopped touching. Mr Plant grunted confused

“Sorry Mr Plant, just wanted to go get some water” Argos whispered. 

Mr Plant handed Argos a cup from the bedside table

“Oh! Did you already get me water Mr Plant?” Argos asked face turning a nice shade of pink at the thought of such a sweet gesture

Nodding Mr Plant wrung his hands his own leaves turning a shade of pink as well.

As the two fell into silence Argos had the guilty feeling that he knew what was coming next.

He inhaled deeply ready to start apologizing and begging Mr Plant not to leave him. But before he could get a single word out Mr Plant put a finger to his mouth effectively shushing him. 

Grabbing a notepad from the bedside table Mr Plant began to start writing. 

‘ I’m not leaving you’ he wrote handing the notepad to his lover. 

Nodding Argos started to tear up sniffling

“Thank you.” He whispered crying for the second time that day.

Mr Plant quirked his head to the side, wanting to know why his boyfriend was crying. 

“I’m just very emotional right now, I” he inhaled getting himself under control before continuing 

“I thought you were gonna leave me because I’m a lot to handle and I know sometimes it’s hard to deal with me but you do it with no complaints and I just wanted to thank you” Argos finished, wiping the excess tears from his eyes.

Mr Plant just nodded grabbing the notepad and pen again. 

‘ You do not need to thank me for doing the basics as your boyfriend. Everyone has struggles you’re not any different than them just because we’re dating’ he wrote hoping it’d come off the right way.

Argos smiled and hugged Mr Plant

“Thank Mr Plant, you always know just the right things to say.” 

Mr Plant ran his hand through Argos’s hair and laid back down. Ready to go back to bed. They both definitely needed it.

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[dailyashleighraichu]

Joule has fainted...

Ask in question from @divine--tragedy​!

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[courtneygacha]

Eepy

Tw: Mentions of passing out, flu symptoms, a little bit of fluff maybe?

Whumpee woke up, they were laying in the softness of a bed. But this isn’t where they last fell asleep. Hell, they didn’t fall asleep at all. This wasn’t their bed! Did they faint?

Whumpee felt a great weight on their body. They tried to turn in the bed but it was a struggle and pained their joints. They groaned softly as they tried to move to their side. They heard footsteps nearing the door, Caretaker’s face coming into view.

“Did you call me, Whumpee?” They said softly, opening the creaky door. Whumpee knew the sound wasn’t that loud but it hurt their ears. What was going on?

“W-What happened?” Whumpee spoke, and was startled at the voice that came out of them. They just now noticed their throat was hurting, dry and making their voice raspy. They coughed to try and clear it, but it made it hurt more and they broke out into a momentary coughing fit.

Caretaker came over to the side of the bed and helped them sit up. Whumpee could see the rest of the bed and now knew the pressure they felt was a small weighted blanket.

“You don’t remember passing out?” Caretaker asked, sitting down and holding their hand.

Whumpee thought for a moment. They could recall almost everything once they thought about it. They remembered waking up this morning feeling groggy and weak and their head hurting and… overall just unwell. They remembered wishing to go home and sleep when they were with their friends that day, and dismissing their questions about Whumpee looking pale and sick. They also remember hearing the faint voices of their friends worried questions when Whumpee fell asleep and didn’t wake up. They felt so exhausted, so sick, so sleepy.

“Passing out is a bit of an overstatement…” They finally murmured.

“You didn’t wake up when we tried to wake you and had a fever of 105… even if you didn’t faint dramatically, it’s still passing out.” Caretaker said, shifting the blankets so Whumpee had more movement in their bed.

“Is.. is everyone still here?” Whumpee asked.

Caretaker shook their head. “You passed out and I carried you up here. That was a few hours ago, everyone’s left.”

“Oh.” Whumpee said. They felt kind of bad about that… having to make everyone stop what they were doing and make sure they were okay. It happens a lot more then you would think and Whumpee feels the same way afterwards, everytime.

Caretaker saw the look on Whumpee’s face and stopped them from apologizing. “Hey, don’t apologize for being sick. It happens. Just tell us you’re not feeling well next time. We won’t feel hurt.”

They took Whumpee’s hand again and they nodded, “Okay.”

“Trust me,” Caretaker said, “It’ll feel so much nicer next time when you stay at home to rest instead of forcing yourself to be in a public situation for hours when you have the flu.”

Whumpee looked up from the bedsheets. “I have the flu???”

Caretaker shrugged. “Well, I checked and you have symptoms of it.”

They gently placed their hand on Whumpee’s head and ruffled their hair softly. They laid their head back on the pillow as Caretaker spoke again. “We’ll get you tested for it later. But for now, go back to sleep. You’ll need it.”

“…M’kay” Whumpee coughed weakly as they closed their eyes. They felt Caretaker tuck them back into bed and heard their footsteps leave the room and the world fell silent and their pain went away for a little while.

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[across-violet-skies]

Febuwhump day 5: rope burns

Whumpee: Hyrule

Whump Rating: 9/10

TWs: blood, torture, thoughts of death, passing out

extra warning: this may or may not count as dead dove, I wasn't sure whether to tag it or not so here's the potential warning. good luck

Hyrule gritted his teeth, spitting at the closest monster. “You’ll never get my blood,” he growled lowly, pulling at his restraints. The traveler was lying against a thick stone table, wrists and ankles tied down with thick rope. The table was angled forty-five degrees, propped up above a large funnel that led into Ganon’s ashes. He was covered in bruises and a few small cuts, but otherwise was unharmed. His magic was low, but not entirely out quite yet.

“Are you sure about that?” An ache questioned smugly.

Hyrule was persistent. “I don’t know the meaning of giving up!”

The door slammed, and silence quickly fell over the crowd of monsters. “Maybe you should learn, then.” A tall figure stepped forward, face shrouded by the hood of a dark purple cloak. The hood was pushed back, revealing an unnaturally pale face, almost Hylian in appearance. Purple veins crackled across his face like lightning, feathering out from the bridge of his nose. His eyes were a sickly shade of red, glowing in the dim light of the dungeon.

The not-Hylian raised his arms, grinning at Hyrule. His teeth were sharp and predatory, illuminated by the red glow of his eyes. He absolutely reeked of dark magic, so much so that his very presence made Hyrule’s stomach churn. This was clearly a powerful wizard of some sort, one who demanded respect from everyone he came across.

“What do we think, followers?” The wizard questioned, sweeping across the crowd. “Should we teach him what happens when you pretend to be a hero?” The room erupted with deafening cheers, all different sorts of monsters calling for his downfall. The wizard cackled, turning on his heel to eye Hyrule with a menacing grin. “You heard them, hero.” He practically spat the title, eyes glowing brighter with fiery passion as he drew a twisted blade. “It’s about time someone taught you a lesson.”

Hyrule eyed the blade, keeping his expression as defiant as possible. The wizard held the twisted blade up near his ear, smirking. The metal glowed dimly, matching the red of the wizard’s eyes. The blade was almost certainly enchanted, and the physical design was meant to inflict pain. One thing was for certain– if that blade was used on Hyrule, things wouldn’t end well, not for him, and not for the rest of the world, either.

The wizard crept closer, grinning manically as he flipped the blade in his palm so it was ready to stab. Hyrule tugged at his restraints helplessly, feeling the way the tough rope dug into his skin with every struggle. As the wizard approached, dread pooled in the traveler’s stomach. He was trapped, and unless someone stepped in very soon, this would be his end. Ganon would rise again, fueled by the blood of the hero.

This was it. Hyrule had failed, and the world would suffer for his incompetence. The wizard raised the twisted blade, twin daggers curled around each other as they waited for bloodshed. All the monsters held their breath, watching with eager anticipation for Hyrule’s downfall.

The blade came down into Hyrule’s stomach.

He screamed, eyes bulging as he lurched forward. The pain was so much worse than he could ever imagine, akin to burning from the inside out. Hyrule tugged at the ropes holding him in place, struggling as the tough fibers scratched and tore at his sensitive wrists. There were no bracers to protect him, both of them having been ripped apart during his capture. Still, the pain of his raw skin was next to nothing compared to the inferno in his stomach.

The wizard twisted the blade, removing it with a harsh jerk. The pain intensified, but that wasn’t the worst part. Blood gushed out of the wound, soaking the lower half of his tunic and his trousers as well. It dripped off his body and onto the stone slate, draining into the ashes waiting below. Every drop of blood hissed and fizzled as it made contact with Ganon’s ashes, amalgamating into the beginnings of the world’s downfall.

The crowd of monsters cheered as Hyrule wheezed and panted, still pulling at his restraints with every ounce of strength he still possessed. It was futile, and he knew that, but what could he do if not fight? Even if his struggle was pointless, the Hero of Hyrule would not die quietly. There was hope for him still! There had to be, if not for him then for the country he worked so hard to protect.

The wizard silenced the crowd of monsters with one simple gesture. “What say you, hero? Have you learned to give up yet?”

Hyrule bared his teeth at the wizard, voice thick with blood as he spoke. “Never,” he replied, spitting at the wizard with all the courage he could muster.

The servant of evil stepped back, narrowly avoiding the bloody gob as it landed on the tiled floor. He narrowed his eyes at Hyrule, exhaling in frustration. “It’s almost as if you want to suffer,” he remarked idly, gesturing with the twisted blade. A wicked grin took over his face, the purple veins glowing alongside the red of his eyes. “If you want to suffer, I won’t object.”

The wizard stood over Hyrule, blade grasped with both hands as he raised it over his head, grinning manically as his face fell into shadow. Once again, the blade plunged into the traveler’s exposed torso, this time just below his ribs on the left side. Immediately, Hyrule felt the sting, gasping as tears sprung to his eyes. The wizard twisted the blade, pushing at the hilt so the tip would dig further into Hyrule’s flesh before he ripped it out.

The traveler closed his eyes, tugging at the ropes as he gritted his teeth. He wouldn’t scream. No matter how much it hurt, he would not scream. They had already gotten the satisfaction once, and Hyrule wasn’t going to let them have it again. He would fight all the way to the end, until the bloodshed was too much for him to handle and he inevitably passed out.

Hyrule was already lightheaded, which didn’t bode well for him. He opened his eyes, sparing a glance down at his abdomen. His tunic was ruined– it was absolutely soaked in blood, and he would never be able to get that stain out. Mostly because he’d be dead, but it was best not to think about that.

Looking past his ruined clothes, Hyrule tried to gauge the amount of blood he had lost so far. A lot of it was soaked into fabric, but more still spilled down the stone slab he was tied to, providing a steady stream of blood to Ganon’s ashes. Speaking of the ashes… his blood was already causing a reaction. Reddish-purple ooze gurgled lowly beneath him, pulsating and creating a faint glow from below.

The wizard grinned, leaning over Hyrule. “Seems like this is getting in the way, hm?” He tugged at the tunic, further aggravating the two stab wounds. The traveler winced, breathing heavily as he resisted the urge to scream. His tunic was pulled up, revealing his bloody stomach for all to see. A cold hand pressed into his exposed skin, fingers stretching to reach both wounds before wiggling their way inside.

Hyrule gasped, lungs tight as they refused to suck in air. He wheezed, eyes wide as he scrambled frantically. The coarse rope dug further into his skin as the wizard laughed, withdrawing his hand after far too long. Hyrule was seeing spots, the phantom pain of fingers scraping at his guts still haunting him. Finally, his lungs relented, and he took a shaky breath, greedily gulping in as much air as possible. His head drooped as he exhaled, panting.

At this point, it was only a matter of time before he passed out. As defiant as Hyrule was on the outside, on the inside he was still a scared kid, doing his best to fulfill a task he could never truly succeed at. It was a suicide mission from the beginning.

Hyrule left his head down, conserving the little energy that remained. He ignored the way it put extra strain on his rubbed-raw wrists. He couldn’t afford comfort, not now.

“What do we think?” The wizard yelled. From beyond Hyrule’s field of view, monsters whooped and cheered for his death. “How about some more for our master?” Hyrule had no time to react before the twisted blade was jammed back into him, this time dragging painstakingly slowly along the entire width of his abdomen. Blood dribbled from his lips and poured from his stomach, creating a terrible river of blood down from his bare torso to the waiting ashes below, gurgling happily with the supply.

The last thing Hyrule heard before passing out was a familiar battle cry.

The first thing Hyrule was aware of was pain.

Pain in his stomach, pain in his wrists, pain in his ankles… pain everywhere, really. He ached something fierce, feeling more like a deflated balloon than a person. It was like all the life had been sucked out of him, draining from him like…

…like blood from a stab wound. Or from two stab wounds. Or from a long cut the width of his body.

If he had the energy, Hyrule would’ve sat up with a gasp, but that wasn’t a feasible option in this state, so he settled for coughing a little and groaning.

“Hyrule?!” The voice was familiar, but Hyrule’s mind was muddy. “Hyrule, Link, are you with me?”

He groaned again, a little louder this time. Summoning all the strength left in his broken body, Hyrule peeked one eye open, wincing at the brightness that assaulted his sensitive pupil. His vision, although blurry, made out a few distinct colors. The most prominent was red– red, like the color of his blood as it dripped onto Ganon’s ashes– and green– green, like the color his tunic was before his blood was spilled.

The red grew closer, and a face came into view. Legend’s face. “Hyrule?” Something slipped into his hand. “If you can hear me, squeeze my hand.”

The traveler focused, but could not move his fingers. It didn’t matter– he was already fading away. His eye slipped shut as the darkness stole him back.

The next time Hyrule woke up, he was feeling marginally better. Sure, he felt like he had gotten chewed up by a Dodongo, but that was manageable.

He sat up slowly, holding a hand to his head as dizziness took over. Still, he remained upright, and that was something. Hyrule blinked, clearing the blurriness from his vision before glancing around. He was at a campsite… it was dark… something flickered nearby, though. Perhaps a fire?

Hyrule shifted his hand to better support his weight, finding a blanket where the ground should be. Next to him was Legend, fast asleep. Despite his peaceful expression, the Veteran looked terrible, likely from some sort of self-neglect. Hyrule left him to sleep, moving quietly as he moved to his feet.

Dizziness came in waves as Hyrule stood, staggering his way over to the light. Spots danced in his vision but he pressed on, determined to make it. He stepped on a twig, the snap catching the attention of whoever was on watch. Hyrule stayed in place, swaying. The last thing he saw before he passed out was a shocked Four.

“-don’t know! I was tending the fire because I was cold, and I heard a branch snap. Next thing I know, he’s collapsing right in front of me!” Four cried, frustrated. “There wasn’t anything else I could do about it!”

“It’s okay, Smithy. You did the right thing.” That sounded like Warriors. “But we need to have someone keep an eye on him in case he tries that again. It would be bad if he wandered away from camp like this.”

Hyrule’s brow furrowed as he shifted, groaning. Any conversation quieted instantly as his eyes blinked open, taking a few moments to adjust before finding his brothers.

“Hyrule?” The traveler turned his head, finding a surprised Legend. The Vet’s eyes sparkled with tears as he gathered Hyrule in a careful hug. “You’re awake.”

“Mm,” Hyrule hummed, moving to sit up.

Legend pushed him back down. “Don’t move. You’ve been out for five days now. Just take it easy.”

“You lost a lot of blood,” Warriors added, crouching down on the side opposite Legend. “How are you feeling?”

Hyrule sighed, shrugging. “Doesn’t hurt as bad anymore. Just tired. Weak.”

The Captain nodded. “That doesn’t surprise me. We managed to heal the worst of it with a red potion, but that was our last one. It’s nothing short of a miracle that you’re even alive.” He paused, pursing his lips. “May I check your bandages, actually? You probably messed them up last night, and it’s about time to change them anyway.”

The traveler mumbled, waving a hand. Warriors was gentle as he lifted Hyrule’s tunic, revealing the thick bandages underneath. They were still white, fortunately, so he hadn’t bled through. They were carefully unraveled until the wounds hit the air, causing Hyrule to inhale sharply.

Warriors winced. “I know, I know. But it looks like it’s healing nicely,” he commented.

Hyrule lifted one trembling hand. “Can heal,” he grunted, fingertips already glowing a faint green. Nobody objected as the traveler’s hand hovered over his stomach, eyes slipping closed as he focused the healing magic into himself. Green tendrils twirled as they broke away, slipping into the wounds as they knitted themselves closed. Hyrule’s expression was easy as the flow of magic stopped, relieved to no longer have open wounds. The pain in his abdomen had subsided, and now the worst pain came from the rope burns that had rubbed his wrists raw.

“It’s healed, but…” Warriors frowned. “There’s scarring. Sorry, Hyrule.”

The traveler grumbled, shaking his head. “‘S fine. Doesn’t hurt anymore. Just wrists.”

“Wait.” Legend shuffled around for a moment before producing two strips of cloth. He poured water on them before tapping his ice rod to freeze the cloth. “Here. Give me your wrists.”

Like his stomach, Hyrule’s wrists had also been wrapped in bandages. They bled very little, but knowing why the traveler was in such a state in the first place was more than enough convincing, and they were wrapped up for safety. In the days since Hyrule had been rescued, the bleeding had turned to scabs, but the raw skin left from friction burns had to hurt, so they left the bandages on. Now, Legend wrapped the ice cloths around each wrist, over the thin layer of bandages to not freeze the already tender skin. Giving Hyrule frostbite would only make things worse.

“...There,” the Veteran murmured, sighing.

Hyrule hummed, lips quirking up into the faintest smile. “Thanks.”

“Of course, ‘Rulie,” Legend replied. “I’m just… glad you’re alive,” he admitted.

“Me too,” Hyrule agreed.

“Me three,” Warriors added.

“Me four.” Four paused for a moment before chuckling at the double meaning. “I’m glad too. It was not fun finding you like that.” The smith shuddered at the memory.

Hyrule grimaced. “I’m sorry you guys had to see that,” he murmured, frowning as a thought crossed his mind. “I- Ganon. Did you stop him? My blood, it-”

“-resurrects him,” Legend finished. “We know. And I personally made sure the whole dungeon went down in flames.” He waved a hand, teeth bared in a snarl. “The bastard who did this to you is dead, too. After seeing him next to you, the Champion was happy to put an arrow through his heart.”

Hyrule nodded slowly. “Speaking of, where is Wild? And everyone else?”

“Potion shopping,” Four answered. “Well, hopefully. They split into two teams and went to look for towns or villages.”

“We stayed to make sure you were okay,” Warriors added. “Me since I know the most about first aid, Legend because he’s a mother hen, and-”

“Hey!”

The Captain snorted. “And Smithy because he shouldn’t be traveling far on that leg.” Hyrule’s head turned so fast it made him lightheaded.

“I’m fine!” Four insisted, waving his hands. “It’s just a twisted ankle. But traveling wouldn’t be good for it, yeah.”

“Everyone else is okay?” Hyrule questioned.

“Everyone’s okay,” Warriors agreed. “It’s you we were all worried about. Thought we were too late.” The phrase was uttered lightly, but all of them understood the weight those words held.

Hyrule frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“Shut up,” Legend grumbled, pulling the traveler in for another, less careful hug. “Don’t ever do that again. No dying allowed.”

Hyrule chuckled, nodding. “No dying allowed.”

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[hmshermitcraft]

[For the theme :)]

xB is rather self conscious, he doesn't like wearing things like swimsuits because they're tight and they accent things he just doesnt want to be accented, but Keralis invited him to the server beach day, and Keralis just isn't someone he can say 'no' to, and so he goes. In his hoodie still but he goes anyway and Keralis seems genuinely mad at him, he's not seen Keralis actually mad at him before...

-C

It was… unnerving, to say the least, to see Keralis look so angry. Sure, it was uncomfortable being in a dark hoodie at the beach with the sun in full force, but that look on Keralis’ face was truly uncomfortable.

It’s been a while since they arrived, and whenever Keralis is making his way towards him, Xb can’t help but try and avoid Keralis and that angry look of his. It’s been getting harder to avoid him though, because as more time goes on, Xb finds himself getting… dizzy? He knows he’s probably sweating a whole lot, but he just. Can’t take off the hoodie. He can’t. Not while there are so many people around. Not while Keralis is around. So he just. Pushed through the dizziness and incoming nausea while trying to avoid his love.

Well. That is, until he finds his mind a few too many steps behind his body. Or his body a few too many steps behind his mind? One of the two. Either way, he finds himself falling to the ground, probably getting a face full of sand, but he isn’t able to stay conscious for long enough to know for sure.

When he wakes up, Xb finds himself in a room with several fans turned on to keep the air cool, and someone dabbing his face and neck with a cool rag. It takes him a bit longer to realize who is dabbing the rag, Keralis, and even longer to realize what exactly he’s wearing, a loose fitting tank top.

As soon as Keralis sees that he’s awake, Xb knows he’s about to be questioned, but instead, Keralis just… gently scolds him for pushing himself so much that he fainted from the heat.

Xb can’t help but feel guilty for worrying Keralis, and quietly explains how he’s… self conscious. Has an unfortunate amount of self consciousness. And how he couldn’t get himself to say no when Keralis invited him to the server beach day in such a sweet voice. He didn’t want to disappoint him, and then there was how angry Keralis looked when he showed up in a hoodie and-

A finger is brought to his lips in a “shh” motion. Keralis explains that he wasn’t really angry. Maybe a little upset at not seeing his darling beloved in a swim suit, but he was just concerned about Xb showing up in a hoodie and probably in danger of a heat stroke or something and he was right in that Xb did faint. Keralis apologies with kisses to Cb’s face inbetween every other word that he’s sorry that Xb felt pressured by him to dress in a way that made him feel uncomfortable.

While they aren’t gonna go back to the beach with the other hermits, they’re just fine here with each other. With Keralis dabbing a cool rag against Xb’s face and neck and Xb asking for kisses since cuddles aren’t really an option to keep him cool.

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[venomous-qwille]

Hullo, uh, for the ask mayhaps "I'm just glad you're okay" ... Sun-centic (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) i am in-love with your Astral Bodies story 💖

I most certainly can do :) I'm glad you're enjoying Astral Bodies- here is a drabble that fits in the same universe. Thanks for the ask (I'mma big fan of your art!! <3)

"I'm just glad you're okay" Sun / Reader Words: 858

When you slam back into consciousness you are lying supine on the floor. Your legs are raised, resting on the slope of something hard and your skin goose-pimples where it meets cold, silky fabric.

You blink and above you Sun’s face crumples with relief.

“There you are, Starshine.” He says softly, as if you are some skittish wild animal he might somehow frighten away.

“Mmsunny-“ you slur, eyes squinting against the ceiling lights “m’head hurts.”

He lowers a palm to cover your eyes, ever so gently, and you watch his face as it disappears beneath the horizon of his hand. His fingers are cool and soft and you let out a blissful whimper as the aching in your head subsides.

“You took quite a tumble there, Starshine,” his voice is light as he smooths a thumb over your temple, “You had us very worried for a second.”

There is no reprimand there but you can’t help but cringe away from him, shrugging away from his touch like a burn. Your eyes dart up to him, still frozen with his arm outstretched. You move to drag your legs off his lap but-

He stops you.

It takes so little effort on his part, just a single motion. His arms reach out to grip your thighs firmly; that same kind of careful, certain pressure you’d use to hold a cat at the vet. You fight the animal urge to writhe and spit in embarrassment, a red hot flush rising up your neck- but you know he can see it all on your face anyway. Sun had always been very good at reading you.

“Don’t move yet.” He slides you forward until you’re back over his lap, ankles draped against his other arm. “You need to keep your legs elevated while you recover.”

You unclench your fingers where they’ve formed fists against the floor and he tilts his faceplate down to look at you, casting a shadow over his features. The low light lets his pupils dance like fireflies across your face. You shiver.

“I’m sorry Sun-“ you begin, shuffling your body like a caterpillar as you rise to rest your weight on your elbows. His smile ticks in frustration.

“Lie down, darling.”

You give him a long look, which he returns flatly. You know when you are beat. With a long suffering sigh you lower yourself back to the floor and you can feel something tightening behind your eyes. You take a deep breath-

“I mean it.” You swallow. “I’m sorry.”

Sun tuts lightly but doesn’t say anything. You shut your eyes.

“I mean it Sun. I knew I was in no state to practice today- but I…” you furrow a brow and bring your hands up to grip the sweaty mess of your hair, “…I was angry, and so sick of people telling me what to do and I feel like everything is falling apart and I just wanted to dance it out you know? I needed to. Stupid. I know. Such a stupid thing to get sick over. This whole thing is my fault I-”

He smooths a thumb over the flesh of your hamstring, shushing you gently. “Oh Starshine, it’s not-“

“No but it is Sun. It is and I’m sorry. I should have listened to you. I knew I wasn’t feeling 100% when I woke up today- I shouldn’t have pushed the boat out so far- and you told me- you all but begged me not to work myself too hard- but I was just-“ your voice quavers and you bury your face into your hands, vision swollen with little black spots that fade like drops of ink in water.

There is a rustle of fabric and in one dizzying shift you find yourself scooped up into his arms. His chassis is hard and soft at the same time- that always surprises you, the singularly unique feeling of silicone over steel. Your cheek is pressed against his chest and you can feel the low tick-tick-hummm of his internals vibrate against your skin. You hide your face against it.

“None of that now, sweetheart. None of that.” He tips his face forward to touch the crescent of his mouth to your temple. “No blame, no fault, no tears, none of that.”

His kindness only makes it worse. You need him to understand and you almost choke on the words as they bubble out your throat “-I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to frighten you, passing out like that- I didn’t think-”

He exhales a hiss of soft static against your hairline. “You will take better care of yourself next time won’t you?”

“I promise Sunny, I-”

He boops you on the nose.

“Then there is nothing to forgive, Starshine. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

It’s as if some invisible thread has been cut; all the tension rushes from your body and you feel yourself relax into his arms. You thread your fingers into the fabric at his neck.

“Sunny I…”

“Hmmm?” He hums at you, the sound muffled by your hair. His arm around your back twitches, just a little, just once.

You close your eyes.

“…Thank you.”

#asks #prompts #astral bodies #dca fandom #fnaf sundrop #fnaf sun #sun x reader #drabbles #this was so much fun to work on thankyou <3 #fainting #tw passing out #qwillewrites

[loopspoop]

Chapter 15, :D! It’s here! Goemon’s having some residual trauma issues from his time with Momochi and his diet due to sensory issues with food when he notices something dangerous is taking place! How will this impact the story? >:3 just you wait

TW: panic, passing out, lack of self care, sleep deprivation, starvation, disordered eating, general self neglect from Goemon

Days later, Goemon made his way through the woods surrounding the house. He had recently taking to getting up early and making breakfast for the others before leaving to spend the mornings outdoors. His current routine could be called…neglectful..by some, but he found that his current conditions could help push his limits in training. It was a good thing! Not that the others would understand…he was already getting comments about the bags under his eyes.

He was doing it for them more than he was for himself. Spending nights awake with Jigen through bouts of insomnia and helping Lupin through nightmares and pain flares..and he was technically saving food…even if he wouldn’t have eaten it anyways. But they were low on supplies and he was one less person to worry about, not that they knew he wasn’t eating. They hadn’t brought any money from past heists so shopping would be a problem, and more than usual, considering they were wanted not only by the police but also by anyone that may be looking for Lupin.

The samurai sighed, rubbing his face quietly as he leaned against a tree. It was…unusually warm today. Maybe he would head back early. He could start on lunch and..maybe a grocery list. He could budget for some food for himself hopefully. Turning, he made his way back to the house. Passing through bushes and under trees, he stumbled from time to time on stones under his shoes, though he would blame it on the unfamiliar terrain and not the fatigue catching up to him. Losing his footing on a surfaced root, Goemon stumbled again before falling onto his hands and knees. Panting, he rested his forehead against the cool grass and waited. Maybe staying like this for a few minutes would be alright….

~~~~~~

When he opened his eyes again, Goemon knew some time had passed. He must’ve dozed off, it seemed much later than just mid-morning…maybe mid-afternoon? Damn…he stood, frowning at the slight tilt in his peripheral vision as he began walking again. Whatever, he was alright. He didn’t need to nap on the grass. He didn’t need breaks. He was sure he was needed at home..he didn’t want anyone worrying about him taking too much time out. Breaking through the trees, Goemon froze, growing pale as his eyes widened. Someone was walking through the front door and into the house. Not anyone that was supposed to be there. Fujiko and Zenigata had gone shopping…Lupin and Jigen were in there alone with this person.

An assassin? A scientist?

A threat.

Goemon grabbed Zantetsuken from his side quickly, sprinting from the trees and to the porch. Bursting through the door hard enough to knock it from its hinges, Goemon unsheathed Zantetsuken, eyes wild as he search for a threat. He had to make sure no harm came to Lupin or Jigen. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened.

“JIGEN-! JIGEN, SOMEONE’S HERE-!” He cried, tunnel vision taking over as he lunged for a figure stepping into view in the doorway.

“Jesus, fuck!” Jigen grabbed his hat, scrambling backwards as he held his Magnum tightly. “Goemon, what the hell?!”

“Someone- someone’s in here-..!” Goemon gasped, stumbling slightly as he grabbed for the doorframe as his vision tilted.

“Shit- shit-! Lupin! Lupin, I need your help-!” Jigen quickly caught the samurai as he fell, lowering him onto the ground carefully. “Lupin!! Damnit, get in here!”

The thief quickly slid into the room, eyes widening as he got down on the ground beside them. He glanced at Jigen, moving Zantetsuken away from Goemon as he searched his face worriedly. Why the hell did he look so bad? He wasnt all shaky and pale this morning…he looked so worn down.

“Jigen-?” Lupin glanced at him again, brushing Goemon’s bangs back worriedly.

“Elevate his legs while I check the house. He said someone got in here.” Jigen frowned, grabbing his gun as he quickly went to search the house.

“Fuck..” Lupin bit his lip anxiously, moving Goemon’s head into his lap as he propped his legs up carefully.

Goemon groaned, closing his eyes tightly as his hands shook. The room was spinning which…wasn’t great for his hunger induced nausea. He wasn’t supposed to have Lupin babysitting him. Someone was inside the house and he was supposed to be protecting him! He shakily fumbled for the hilt of Zantetsuken. He needed to make himself useful!

“Goemon, hey.” Lupin took his hand gently, frowning. “Take it easy, alright? Jigen’s got it handled. What’s the matter with you?”

“I saw him…” Goemon mumbled, frowning deeply as he held Lupin’s hand firmly. “He’s inside..”

“Who’s inside?” Lupin frowned, glancing around nervously. “What did he look like?”

“Nobody.” Jigen walked back in, shoving his gone into the waistband of his pants. “Nobody’s here. He must’ve been seein’ things.”

“I saw him-!” Goemon sat up quickly, grunting as he held his head. “He-He walked in through the front door-!”

“Jesus, Goe, lay down!” Lupin pulled him back down, frowning. “We didn’t hear anyone come in and we were right in the other room…”

“All we heard was you runnin’ in here like a bat outta hell.” Jigen crossed his arms. “What’s the matter with you?” He got down on the ground beside him, frowning as he looked him over. “You’re seein’ things and passing out-“

“I did not pass out!” Goemon snapped, cautiously managing a glare at the gunman. “I fell! And I didn’t imagine anything either!”

“Guys!” Lupin frowned, getting between them. “Can we tone it down?”

Jigen sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “When’s the last time you slept? Or ate? Because right now you’re lookin’ like you haven’t done either in days.”

Goemon closed his eyes, frowning quietly. “…I’ve been handling it.” That was all they needed to know.

“Handling-?…God, damnit, Goemon!” Jigen huffed angrily. “You’re scarin’ us half to death with neglect induced hallucinations for trainin’ purposes!!”

“I-“ Goemon cringed, hesitating. He thought he could’ve handled it…

“Jigen, enough.” Lupin looked at him sternly. “That’s enough.” He could tell it was going to get way too heated.

Jigen grumbled angrily, sighing as he rubbed his face. “Go see if you can find an apple or somethin’ for him. We’re gonna have a chat.”

“Jigen.” Lupin looked at him warningly.

“A calm chat! Jeez…” Jigen held his hands up placatingly, frowning.

“Mmm…if I hear any yelling there’s gonna be a long conversation in your future.” Lupin warmed, petting Goemon’s hair gently before going to search the kitchen.

Goemon and Jigen stayed quietly for a few minutes on the ground. Jigen was trying to think of a way to start this conversation that wouldn’t result in him yelling, which…was posing more and more difficult as he tried to formulate a plan. Goemon had scared the hell out of him, not to mention the obvious lack of self preservation the guy had AND making Lupin worry about someone breaking in to get him. Goemon, however, wasted no time in starting for him.

“…I apologize…” Goemon sighed, biting the inside of his cheek quietly.

Jigen sighed, leaning against the wall as he propped his left leg over his right knee. “I don’t even know where to start with you right now. What the hell were you thinkin’? That we wouldn’t notice? You can’t just keep doin’ this to yourself and call it trainin’!”

Goemon turned his head away from Jigen, frowning. “…it…wasn’t for training purposes…”

“Then what? What was so important that you took it this far?” Jigen crossed his arms, frowning at the lack of response after a moment. “I’m waintin’, Samurai.”

“…I didn’t want to make any extra trouble for any of you..”

Jigen hesitated, peeking out from under the brim of his hat at the samurai quietly for a moment. Extra trouble? Was that how he regarded this? His needs were extra trouble for them? What the hell…?

“I’m…gonna need you to elaborate, man.” Jigen frowned, leaning forward a bit.

Goemon laid quietly for a moment, chewing on his lip nervously. “..We should be focusing on Lupin’s recovery.”

“We can focus on both, y’know?” Jigen watched him quietly, glancing toward the kitchen.

“I can go without the sleep to help him during the night…and the food when we run low.” Goemon turned his head back toward Jigen, opening his eyes for a moment. “My needs-“

“Are just as important, damnit!” Jigen snapped, crossing his arms. “We can take shifts sleeping, Goe. We can get you food-“

“With what money? We have limitations here. I..have limitations. And my limitations are not your burden to shoulder. They are mine. And if I can’t conquer them then I will rise above and use them as training.” Goemon frowned, sighing softly. “I’m not going to make any trouble for any of you when the focus is supposed to be on Lupin.”

“Jesus Christ, Goe.” Jigen frowned deeply, eyes wide. “Is that what you think of all this? Fuck, listen. We can get you food you can eat. It’s not that big of a deal. Worst comes to worst I can go rob a bank or some shit. Everyone here deserves to be taken care of. Would you want any of us starvin’ if it was you Lupin’s place?”

“….no…I wouldn’t.” Goemon mumbled softly.

“Exactly.” Jigen took his hand carefully, squeezing it when he felt Goemon rub his thumb along his knuckles to soothe his anxiety. “But we can’t have any more of this, alright? I’m old enough to be havin’ heart attacks, and it doesn’t help when you nearly smash your face against the doorframes, got it?”

Goemon nodded faintly, frowning. “I’m sorry..”

“Don’t apologize, okay? I’ll take care of it. We’ll take care of it..” Jigen assured, kissing his knuckles softly as he glanced toward the kitchen.

Lupin walked back, smiling proudly. “I found an apple for you, Goe. It should help. Did we sort everything out?” He sat back beside them, propping Goemon’s head up on his legs carefully.

“Yeah. I need to make a call. You two stay here.” Jigen stood, walking into the other room.

“What’s that about?” Lupin tilted his head, handing Goemon bits of cut apple carefully.

“…I’m not fully sure..” Goemon frowned, eating the apple slowly. It..felt a lot better than being hungry.

“Better?” Lupin smiled softly, stroking his hair gently. “I have a second if you want me to get it.”

“It’s better, thank you..” Goemon slowly looked up at him. The spinning was dying down…

Lupin smiled softly, nodding as he played with his hair gently. He wasn’t sure what all was said…but he could always ask Jigen later. Hopefully it would all be alright soon…

~~~~~

“What the hell happened to the door-?” Fujiko frowned, stepping past it as she walked into the kitchen.

“Goemon.” Jigen sighed, grabbing the grocery bags from her.

“What’d he break the door for?” Zenigata cocked an eyebrow, putting some food into the fridge.

“He…said he saw someone come inside and it really freaked him out.” Lupin frowned, biting his lip.

“Someone got inside-?!” Zenigata grabbed his gun quickly, frowning.

“Chill out and keep it down!” Jigen huffed, frowning. “He hallucinated it.”

“‘He hallucinated it’?” Fujiko frowned, looking back at him. “We left for an hour, what the hell happened?”

Jigen sighed, stacking boxed food in the cabinets. “..he hasn’t eaten or slept much in the past couple of days. I’m guessin’ his blood sugar got low or somethin’…either way, he ran in here like a bat outta hell ravin’ about someone comin’ inside and then nearly bashed his face in on the doorway.”

“Oh, my god.” Fujiko frowned. “Is he alright?”

“He’s resting.” Lupin nodded. “Found something for him to have to eat and then we made him go rest..” he felt pretty bad about it.

“He felt like he was askin’ for too much…havin’ us get food he can eat.” Jigen frowned. “Of all the bullshit…where did he learn some asinine shit like this from?”

“Momochi.” Lupin frowned. “You know how he was with Goemon. That’s why he feels like it’s too much. He wasn’t allowed to have wants, never mind needs.”

“Well, we’re not gonna just let him go on like this. He’s gonna start takin’ care of himself.” Jigen frowned, crossing his arms as he leaned against the counter.

“Obviously.” Lupin smiled. “We’re going to help him.” He sat at the table, leaning back in his chair.

“And…you’re sure nobody got in the house?” Zenigata frowned, stashing the grocery bags in a junk drawer.

“I checked every room. Nobody gets past me.” Jigen glanced over at him. “He had to have hallucinated it.”

“Good.” Fujiko nodded. “Last thing we need is anyone finding us out.”

The group continued their conversation, sitting around the table as Goemon rested on the couch. Despite the belief that the figure entering the house was a hallucination, a lone figure listening in was confident that his position wouldn’t be found out at any point by any of them…at least…not until he decided he wanted to show himself.

#goemon ishikawa xiii #lupin iii #lupin the 3rd #goemon #lupin the third #fujiko mine #jigen daisuke #zenigata #jigen #jigen lupin the third #Midnight Jacket AU #Cyborg!Lupin #lupin polygang #lupin polycule #jiglupgoe #tw: self harm #tw disordered eating #tw neglect #tw sleep deprivation #tw low blood sugar #tw passing out #TW lack of self care #tw panicking

[bitcheslovekoi]

I passed out yesterday shivered for hours and couldn’t see anything…

Anyways back to my diet and by diet I mean not eating for 3 days straight 🤭

#girlblogging #girl boss gaslight gatekeep #tw ed diet #tw ed descussion #tw depressing thoughts #tw body image #tw eating issues #tw ed but not sheeran #tw ed ana #tw ed not ed sheeren #anor3c1a #tw ⭐️ving #⭐️ving #tw passing out #tw low cal

[sleepumy]

📎QUIRK MALFUNCTION

[TW: quirk malfunction, asphyxiation, passing out, panic attack, confusion, implied head injury, blood, open ending]

Hitoshi can't breathe.

It hurts. he didn't think it would. He didn't think this was possible. he didn't ever think his quirk would turn against him - god, he thought about everything, everyone turning against him but his quirk.

his throat is tight, he's trying to speak, move, get out, but he just hurts more. his head hurts. he prays something touches him, startles him out of the haze. he can hear his own thoughts echoed infinitely, he can hear his heart, he can hear his blood flowing in his veins, his muscles desperately trying to flex, trying to move, trying to stop it.

he doesn't know how long he's stuck here, in this weird in-between - he feels dead. he feels like he's floating in an abyss, slowly forgetting where he was, how he got there. how did he even end up in this situation, where is he. are there other people here? are they mocking him? is he alone? he's beginning to forget his own name, he's trying so hard to focus on breathing.

suddenly, something snaps, a door slams outside of his room. he falls to his knees, barely registering the pain as he takes in as much air as he can. he drops his head against the wall, way too hard, knocks it loudly and whines as his entire body starts hurting. it hurts, so fucking much.

He tries to get up, to move, get someone, do anything. his legs shake, the second he's standing straight again, the world tilts on its axis and

-lying down, his head hurts like hell, it's so much worse than earlier. his head is filled with cotton, he can't remember what happened, why he's lying down, there's something cold against his temple. his eyelids are heavy. so heavy. he feels like he should stay awake, he shouldn't sleep on the floor. something is dripping from his head, the feeling is uncomfortable. but everytime he closes his eyes, it gets a little less painful. he lets them close.

#tw panic attack #tw panicking #tw passing out #angst #shinsou hitoshi #fanfiction #short fanfic #mha #bnha #shinso hitoshi #ciders✒️