#unconsciousness

[whumperofworlds]

A Whumpee protects Caretaker from a threat by using all of their magic at once. All of them powerful. When the threat is gone, Whumpee collapses in Caretaker's arms, much to Caretaker's shock and worry.

Whumpee has been out for a few days, and when they wake up, they see Caretaker, asleep in the chair next to Whumpee's bed, holding their hand.

#whump #whump prompt #magic exhaustion #exhaustion #fantasy whump #collapse #whumpee x caretaker #unconsciousness #protectiveness #protective whumpee

[whumpster-dumpster]

Whumpee pushing themself harder than they've ever pushed to get this crucial objective done, single-minded and driven, shrugging off the others' worried warnings that they're really in no condition to keep at it like this, until it's finally over and they can only manage a little gasp of relief before dropping like a ton of bricks

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #overworking #exhaustion #collapse #unconsciousness

[anguishmacgyver]

#whump #whumpedit #stargate sg1 4x08 #othergifs #daniel jackson #unconsciousness #waking up #i hate tagging!! #i just hope these gifsets find the right crowd!! #posting and hoping for the best is the way to go!!

[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

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1147

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

“A… it’s time to get up.” A and B are stranded somewhere, lost and injured. B nudges A on the shoulder. Seems like A is in a deep sleep, causing B to chuckle. “Seriously-“ B nudges A, but their face goes from happiness to shock and horror as they watch A’s unmoving body slump onto B’s, lap, a gash in A’s side.

A protected B from something at the cost of being severely harmed. B realizes that A needs help, and fast.

#MMMMHMMMM #LOVE IT #whump #writing #prompts #ideas #stranded #unconsciousness #passing out #worry #angst #severe injuries #bloodloss #near death experiences

[torturing-characters-101]

What’s the exact difference between unconsciousness and coma? Can someone lie unconscious for a long period of time, even seen by visitors, and not be considered comatose?

Unconsciousness is an umbrella term for a state in which someone is not aware of their surroundings and is unable to respond to stimuli, such as talking or pain. There are different types of unconsciousness that fall under that umbrella.

The Glasgow Coma Scale is what medical professionals use to measure consciousness. It has 3 parts:

The number next to the response indicates the number of points someone gets for each category. For example, someone who opens their eyes to someone talking to them (3 points), can talk but is confused (4 points), and can obey commands like "squeeze my hand" (6 points) would score a 13.

To be considered unconscious, someone has to score 8 or less.

Coma is any period of unconsciousness lasting 6 or more hours.

#whump reference #writing reference #unconsciousness #glasgow coma scale

[whumpetywhumpwhump]

when whumpee's consciousness is an ocean, and they're half drowning.

they're fighting to stay above the surface for long enough to get a few words out or even loose a small murmur of pain, but it feels exhausting to even keep their eyes open, and soon they're sinking back beneath the waves.

the voices of those around them, desperately trying to conjure some response, are muffled by the water. they're telling whumpee to surface for a moment, to just breathe, but the battle is not easily won.

perhaps whumpee will find the reserve within themselves to cling onto some life preserver and hoist themselves up and over the surface of the cresting waves. perhaps whumpee will instead continue this fruitless dance of rising above and sinking below until their muscles cramp up and they exhaust themselves trying, destined to never resurface again.

for now, though, they kick and they kick and they kick.

#whump #whump prompts #consciousness #unconsciousness

[painsandconfusion]

Close Quarters

Phobia Whumper - Claustrophobic Whumpee - Part 2

I wrote this in 20 minutes because @whumpsday wanted it. Thank Mill, not me XD

(tw: claustrophobia trigger, manhandling, bruises, self defense wounds, hyperventilation, panic attack, suffocation / unconsciousness)

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Whumpee whined, wrist twisting in Whumper’s grip. Not much- not nearly enough for them to be trying to get out. Just. Just testing the waters, okay?? Not more than that. Not fighting back in a way that was punishable or categorizable as defiance.

“I- pl-ease, sir, I’m j-”

He just breathed a laugh as he unlocked the broom closet by the kitchen, holding it open to display the small, dusty interior. “Just what? What, you think this is a punishment or something?”

Whumpee froze, starting up at him with confusion, pleading, and desperation. 

Whumper’s head tilted, free hand lifting to dab away a tear Whumpee hadn’t realized escaped their eye. “No, darlin’, this is just fun.” He tugged them toward the threshold of the closet.

Whumpee yelped, pulling back. Okay, now they were fighting back in a categorizably defiant way. “N-no please-don–” They squeaked as their feet slipped against the floorboards, crashing them down on their ass. 

Even them, they were writhing, desperately trying to get away from the little closet. Not again. Anything else- there wasn’t even a light in there!”

Whumper just laughed, reaching down to bruise a grip on their arm and body them up again. 

Air rushed past Whumpee, then sputtered out of their throat as the wooden shelves inside the closet bashed against their spine. 

Panic began to swirl as Whumper blocked the door - and most of the light - taking up most of the door’s frame with his own. Hot tears were slicking their bangs to their cheeks as they fumbled back to upright. “N-nonono-no please-d- don’t leave me here-!” They grabbed pathetically for Whumper, expecting to be shoved back against the wall again. 

..they weren’t

Whumper hummed, arms settling down around them. Snuggling them in close. “Aright.”

Whumpee didn’t fight it. Not in the slightest. They buried their face against his chest, trying their best to claw down a sob that hiccuped at the base of their lungs. “thh-hankyou-” They held him back as best they could, desperately trying to show some kind of appreciation for the mercy. Their arms were shaking far too hard to stretch out, but their fingers gripped into the flannel that brushed against their skin, praying for the panic to subside soon. If they kept crying he’d be angry. 

“Let’s get settled, then…” One of Whumper’s arms unwrapped enough to reach behind him, and. 

He.

He pulled the door shut. 

Whumpee’s head snapped up as darkness enveloped them - so much more than before. It suffocated them, echoing heartbeats against the paneled walls and their inner ear. 

They immediately tried squirming back. “N-no y-”

“Shhhhh-” Whumper chided, pushing their back against the wall again. “You didn’t want me to leave you. So I’m not leaving.”

Fresh panic shot down Whumpee’s spine. 

This was-

They w-

The walls w-

They didn’t both fit!!!

There was barely room for them in here, let alone him-

Whumpee’s breaths were coming faster and faster, sticky lungs sucking down greedy, pointless fustfulls of air that did nothing to ease the burning ache of desperation. “Th-at’s n-not wh-”

Whumper pressed a hand over their mouth - more in warning than actually blocking sound. “You asked. I answered. Are you going to be ungrateful?”

Whumpee’s entirely body was trembling. Toes falling numb, their knees buckled. They thought they’d at least be able to slide to the ground, but Whumper pressed his weight tighter against them, pinning them in place against the pitch black wood. 

A sob sputtered out their lips, and their arms and legs were moving without their consent. Shoving. Kicking. Hitting. Anything to move. Anything to get some air-

For several bizarre moments, they imagined a cave-in. Their mind didn’t care that they were above ground or that the closet was probably the safest place to be if the house were coming down. They needed to be out-

Tears and spit and snot sucked their throat tight as they thrashed, sobbing incoherent protestation filling the room and suffocating them more. 

Whumper just chuckled, nose dipping to nuzzle against their neck. His hands stayed firmly on them, keeping them pressed against him as the pain drowned out everything in their mind. 

It lasted for years. Or moments. Days. Hours. They had no idea. 

They noticed flashes of white-hot pain through the panic, but couldn’t tell where they came from. It didn’t matter. Pain didn’t matter. They couldn’t breathe- couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. 

Everything was sucked away from them moment by moment and worsened by Whumper’s weight pressing them harder against the wall. 

Flooded eyes desperately searched for any source of light to prove to them that the walls weren’t getting closer and closer. No streak of radiance in the darkness denied what their mind pressed on full display. 

Whumpee couldn’t tell you how long it took. They didn’t know. 

But one way or another, the blessed mercy of suffocation let them crumpled unconscious into Whumper’s arms. Free at last from the walls. 

They're UNCONCIOUS, not dead. Just felt the need to clarify that.

Here, have some bonus picrews because I love Ven and Brie.

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(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @heathenwhump @paleassprincess @distinctlywhumpthing @villainsvictim @wormwriting @rainbowsandwhumperflies @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whumpworld @bandages-andobsessions @deltaxxk @whumpasaurus101 @whumpsday @hold-back-on-the-comfort )

#claustrophobia trigger #hyperventilation #panic attack #suffocation #unconsciousness #self defense wounds #manhandling #claustrophobia #claustrophobiv whumpee #ven #ven terris #they were too panik to poet :( #sadness #fuck i love ven #anyway

[kaleidoscope-of-thoughts]

Fluttering eyes before falling unconscious >>>

#whump #unconsciousness #so versatile #so……perfect >:)

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

🧚❌ with any fairy or tiny oc! i want to see the most brutal things one can do to someone that can fit in the palm of my hand

Nonhuman Whump Emoji Prompts (darker version)

🧚‍♀️ - fairy or tiny ❌ - extreme torture

Author's Notes: I hope this is brutal enough~

For the device imagine something like this, this, this or this video.

Content Warnings: extreme torture, tiny whumpee, faerie whumpee, "not quite immortal but can withstand more than he should be able to because magic" whumpee, crushed, broken bones, unconsciousness, end could be interpreted as witchcraft or cooking (you'll get it when you get there).

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"No - NO - N-AAAAHHHHHHHH!"

In he goes. Shae thrashes backward with all his strength, but the heavy metal rollers are stronger. They drag him in.

His tiny toes stand no chance, crushed in the machine's ruthless jaws.

Shae screams. He thrashes backwards but it's too late; he's trapped.

The device slows, struggling against an object slightly too big for it. But that object is Shae's body...his slowly broken little feet, then brittle ankles snapped like twigs. No amount of wailing, sobbing, begging, draws an ounce of sympathy from the shadowy figure who watches.

Shae's legs are next. They barely manage to withstand the strain, but his knees aren't so lucky, cracking violently. Shae's whole body jolts and his face twists with a choked scream.

At his hips, the machine jams but doesn't stop. It tries again and again to continue devouring the faerie. The terrible grinding sounds it makes drown out the snap of his hip fracturing; Shae can hardly breathe, let alone cry out. He begins to hyperventilate.

Past its obstacle, the rollers continue turning, clamping down onto his stomach with bruising pressure, squeezing the last breath from him. This, it turns out, is a mercy. His vision quickly darkens and he passes out just in time to miss the shattering of his ribs.

Moments later the machine deposits the faerie's limp, broken body onto the table.

Shae shudders but does not wake. Not when a shadow looms above and fingers pluck him from the surface. Not when he's dropped into a pot of herbs and oils and tossed about.

Not even for what comes next.

#tiny whump #faerie whump #torture #extreme torture #crushed #broken bones #unconsciousness #whump writing #my writing #my ocs #shae #prompt fill #DUN DUN DUNNN #lmk if anyone wants a part 2

[tildeathiwillwrite]

The Lodge

(Trials of the Six, Chapter 1 Scene 1)

WoW Birthday Whump Event Day 14 (2nd Iteration): (Alt) Amnesia, Poison

Whumpril Day 30 ("Out of Time")

WoW Birthday Whump Prompts List

Whumpril Prompts List

TW: unconsciousness, amnesia, fighting, blood, stab wounds, death, cornered, poison, headache, dizziness

So… fun fact: @whumperofworlds and I share a birth month! Hers was on the 11th, and mine is today! So in addition to Day 14’s contribution, here’s a snippet using one of the alt prompts for one of my personal favorite whump tropes: amnesia, with the first character I ever gave it to, Hiel.

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“Get up, kid.” A man’s voice, rough and distant.

“Come on, wake up!” A woman’s voice, soft and frantic.

A hard slap sent sharp pain across his face. His eyes snapped open. He lay on the floor of a wooden lodge, where a roaring hearth lit the scene with warm light. A woman crouched over him, exhaling in relief when his eyes opened.

“By the skies, Hiel! Don’t scare us like that!” She rocked back onto her heels, brushing red-blonde hair away from her face.

Hiel pushed himself into a seated position, dizzy. “What… what happened?” Something large and furry pushed against him, and he turned his head to find a giant cat, as long as he was tall, nudging his arm with her nose. He hesitantly petted the fur behind her head.

“When I get my hands on that woman, she’ll wish she’d never been born!” Hiel flinched at the sharp tone from someone he hadn’t noticed, a man with dark hair and beard who leaned over a table on the opposite end of the one-room lodge, arms folded. 

“Korfel,” the woman began, getting to her feet, “Elya is gone. No clue where, but we accomplish nothing dwelling on the past.”

The man’s name was Korfel. Why did Hiel not know that? Why didn’t he know his own name until the woman addressed him as Hiel? “What’s going on?”

The woman turned to him, surprise and confusion in her expression. “What do you mean?”

Hiel rubbed his aching temples. “I… I don’t know anything.”

“You mean you… don’t remember?” She cursed when he nodded hesitantly. “Now I want to murder a healer.”

Korfel scowled. “Just what we need,” he muttered angrily. “Can you still freeze things? Fight?”

“I freeze things?” The space behind Hiel’s eyes started throbbing. He pressed a hand to his eyes in a crude attempt to soothe the aching. “Why does my head hurt so much?”

“Probably a side effect of the "medicine"—" Jarsali traced air quotes around the word— "Elya gave you. You were out for several minutes before we noticed something was wrong.”

Hiel struggled to his feet, leaning heavily on a nearby chair. “Who are you people?” he demanded, panic rising.

The woman shifted away from him slightly, unnerved. “Well, I’m Jarsali. The angry one is Korfel. You’re Hiel, and the giant fanged simoldon is Nial, your pet… cat…thing?”

She was about to say something else before the door burst open. Two people ran inside. A pale man with blue hair was first, heavily favoring his leg. Right behind him was a dark-skinned woman who slammed the door behind her. They both carried packs that seemed to have been filled in a hurry.

Korfel shoved a chair under the knob. “I asked you to get supplies, not have the whole town up in arms!”

The woman held her hands up defensively. “They attacked us first!” She flinched at the look Korfel gave her and the blue-haired man. Muffled shouting came from outside the lodge, and Hiel realized that asking who these new people were right now was not the best move.

The door shook as someone from the other side kicked it. Korfel cursed under his breath and grabbed a curved sword from where it had rested on the table. The new woman tossed her bag on the floor and drew a thin obsidian knife, and Jarsali snatched up a quarterstaff from where it leaned against the wall.

The chair splintered with a crack, and the door flew open, sending it across the room and narrowly missing Hiel. Warriors in leather armor brandishing spears poured inside, engaging the defenders. Korfel charged those in front, knocking spears aside and slashing wildly at their owners.

Jarsali swung her staff at the leg of the closest warrior with such speed Hiel briefly lost track of it. With a sickening snap, the warrior collapsed to the floor, moaning and clutching his broken knee. Nial used his body as a springboard to get to the one behind him, claws out and snarling viciously.

Hiel backed away, feeling incredibly useless. Even if he remembered how to fight, there was no way he’d be able to do any good in this state. He noticed that the blue-haired man hung back as well, though he seemed like he’d be more formidable even with his injured leg.

A warrior somehow got past the combined strength of Jarsali, Korfel, and Nial. He charged straight at Hiel, who stumbled away so the chair he was leaning on was between him and the attacker. The warrior kicked aside the chair with ease and charged.

Before he could get any closer, the woman with the knife darted inside his reach and thrust it into a seam in his armor. He stumbled back, clutching at the wound. The woman was relentless, pressing him back and baiting him. The warrior overextended his spear, and the woman slipped within his reach, driving her knife through his throat. He collapsed, blood bubbling from the fatal wound.

“You’re welcome,” the woman said as she passed him, wiping her knife off with her skirt and dashing towards the wall. She ran her fingers across the wooden panels, searching for something. Hiel picked up a leg from the broken chair and watched her curiously, keeping a wary eye on the battle.

The woman tapped along the seams between panels, eyes narrowed. Another warrior got past the others and ran straight for the woman, whose back was to him. He would have stabbed her through the heart with his spear, but he instead inexplicably flew backward, right into the spear of one of his allies. 

Korfel quickly finished them both off with a well-placed slash. “We're out of time, Raiann!” he shouted as he engaged another.

“Almost!” Raiann dug her knife in between two panels and pried one away, revealing sunlight and a snow-covered landscape. A river flowed nearby, with a boat moored to a small dock. The boat’s sail was tied down, it wasn't going anywhere quickly. A cold wind gusted through the opening as Raiann pulled off another board and sheathed her blade. “We’ve got to go!”

The blue-haired man limped past Raiann and stumbled over the threshold of the impromptu back door. She caught his arm and helped him down, taking on some of his weight and half-dragging him towards the boat. Hiel glanced at the warriors trying to force their way to the front, unable to get past Jarsali or Korfel.

“They’re escaping out the back!” One of them shouted, seeing the opening.

Korfel cursed and retreated. The tip of his blade dropped to the ground, and he reached out his hand. The ground below their feet rumbled as his expression calmed, but his eyes burned with anger.

Nial sprang back towards Hiel and stood before him protectively. Hiel hesitated for only a second before staggering towards the opening in the wall. With a light “mrrp?” noise, Nial leaped through onto the snow after him. Hiel shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as the giant cat accompanied his stumbling steps to the boat that bobbed in the river.

He clambered on the boat and leaned heavily on the railing, the dizziness returning in full force. Nial moved to his side and settled down next to him. Jarsali, staff in hand, leaped onto the deck and dropped it with a clatter onto the deck. She shoved a bundle of heavy cloth at Hiel as she faced the stern. “As soon as Korfel gives the signal, be ready to move this rig!”

Hiel unfolded the heavy cloth to find it was a thick coat. He pulled it on gratefully and opened his mouth to thank Jarsali. But before the words could form, the lodge shuddered violently.

The small boat rocked as the water began to swirl around. Hiel flinched and grasped at the side of the boat for dear life as Korfel appeared through the opening, running at a full sprint to the boat.

He threw himself over the railing and shouted something unintelligible as the lodge shook like an earthquake was assaulting it. The sounds of rushing water filled Hiel’s ears, and the boat suddenly accelerated, moving downstream at an impossible speed. The last glimpse Hiel had of the lodge before it was out of sight was the walls collapsing in on itself, warriors fleeing the falling building.

@fourwingedsnake @whumpril @pigeonwhumps

#happy birthday to me #one year closer to death #trials of the six #wow birthday whump #wow birthday whump alt #amnesia #poison #whumpril2024 #whumprilday30 #“We're out of time” #hiel fillius #jarsali forctus #korfel domin #raiann ignis #aquilar puer-maris #unconsciousness #fighting #blood #stab wounds #death #cornered #headache #dizziness #niall tos #giant cat #sabertooth tiger #escape #earth magic #water magic #knife wounds

[whumperofworlds]

The team gets knocked out and captured one by one. The last person standing tries their hardest to fight off the assailants, knowing that if they get knocked out too, it's over.

Alas, their soon-to-be captors outnumbered them, knocking them out before they drag them away with the rest of the team to be taken prisoner.

#whump #whump trope #team whump #knocked out #captured #whump prompt #unconsciousness

[whumpster-dumpster]

Whumpees not realizing they’re about to pass out and hitting the ground like a bag of bricks? Beautiful, gold standard.

Whumpees realizing they’re about to pass out and asking someone to catch them? Lovely, also gold standard.

But you know what I don’t see? Whumpees realizing they’re about to pass out and laying themself down carefully on the ground just in time before losing consciousness, because they already know that’s where they’re going to end up anyway. It’s not as dramatic as a freefall but I can confirm it’s a thing we do.

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #fainting #collapse #unconsciousness

[anguishmacgyver]

#whump #whumpedit #waking up #unconsciousness #daniel jackson #sg1 4x08 #stargate sg1 #othergifs #this episode was 10/10

[blackrosesandwhump]

Febuwhump Day 15: Who Did This to You?

CW: 2nd pov, injured, blood mention, unconsciousness

Something happened to you.

Your consciousness is nothing but a grey haze, letting certain sensations and noises through: pain in your head and neck, footsteps, voices, a low roar that could be wind or traffic. You’re conscious enough to realize that something’s wrong, and that’s it. No strength, no willpower, barely enough breath in your lungs.

The voices grow clearer. One of them filters through the strange haze that has you in its numbing grip.

“Who did this to you?”

You recognize the voice. Someone you care about, maybe. It sends a ripple of desperation through your veins, desperation to get up, open your eyes, do something, but all you can manage is a slurred “I…don’t know.”

“Who did this? I’ll kill them.” A pair of hands clamp onto you, heaving you upright. Your legs buckle; the hands grip tighter. An arm braces against your back. And now you taste something: blood, metallic and bitter. Your own blood.

Something happened to you. But what? And why do you feel like death?

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday15 #who did this to you #febuwhump 2024 #whump #whump writing #whump drabble #whump snippet #blackroseswrites #2nd pov #2nd person pov #unconsciousness #injured #wounded #blood #blood mention #fainting #collapse #finally wrote something #yay me

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1178

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

Your character is possessed/magically knocked out. When they eventually wake up, they miss the peaceful emptiness of just... drifting. 

#edited this one into a prompt #wasn't sure if the original was asking for or submitting a prompt #sorry! #whump #writing #prompts #angst #possession #waking up #emotional whump #unconsciousness #passing out