#semiconscious

[comfortingcatharsis]

A character so exhausted/ill/out of it they're only able to be partially roused- still responsive enough not to be wholly unconscious but answering with only mumbles and the occasional groan to questions; eyelids that only briefly flutter open to reveal a hazy gaze beneath; able to drink and swallow but having to be coaxed through every sip; not entirely a deadweight to manipulate but able to offer only passive assistance to actually moving and unable to actively support themselves; needing to be constantly pestered and prodded while being cared for otherwise they'll slip back into a stupour.

[whumpster-dumpster]

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

[losthavenmine]

Whumpril 2023 Day 28: Semiconscious

The Quick and the Dead (1995)

[callaeidae3]

WhumpmasinJuly 2023: Day 9 "Stay with me"

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

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

@febuwhump DAY 16: Semiconscious

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

[uuuhshiny]

Russell Crowe and Charlotte Rampling in Hammers Over the Anvil 

I’m so sorry

[its-my-whump]

Febuwhump - Day 12

Semi-conscious

@febuwhump

Blood was still seaping out of his chest. The piece of fabric pressed against the fresh wound was soaked in red already. "Come on, keep your eyes open."

A firm, yet still gentle slap to his cheek. But opening his eyes again felt like a mission impossible. They were so heavy, everything of him was so heavy.

An all consuming weight on all of his being. It felt like, at least, a tiny weight was pressing down on every single one of his cells.

There was light, a thumb pulled one of his eyelids open, but it fell shut again, after the external pressure to move it at all, was gone. Blackness again. "Shit." Someone cursed.

Instand pain on his chest, right in the middle. Bony knuckles digged into his sternum painfully and dislodge a slight moan from his insides.

His eyes flew open and his body wanted to move to get away from the pain. But it only brought more pain. And there was actually pain. In comparison, his whole left side felt kind of numb and he was cold, but clammy.

"Hey, my man. Stay with me." His friend said. It was making no sense. Sure, he would stay. Where would he go anyway? He was much too weak, to even get up. But he couldn't recall, why anymore.

A grunt, that must have come from him. The knuckles rubbing his sternum again, trying to find a way into his body. "Stay with me!"

The voice urgent. But why would it be? Everything was calm and ... it was okay. He just wanted to sleep for a while. It was... okay.

"Dammit, open your eyes, kiddo. Come on." The voice faded out slowly and white noise cloaked him like a blanket until everything was swallowed by darkness.

My masterlist

[sinvulkt]

Angstpril: day 9 - DEVASTATION

Edit: @whumpril - Day 28. Semiconscious

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

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

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

[samtheacesheep]

Chapter 5 Description: 

Milo and Zack try to break their friends out. 

[fanfictasia]

Febuwhump Day 16

Semi-Conscious 

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Chosen Twins

Anakin Skywalker

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

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

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

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

“That is of no concern to you, yet.”

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

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

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

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

[comfortingcatharsis]

A character, semi-conscious, whose only tenuous tether to consciousness is the ceaseless stream of prattle kept up by their companion, who isn't even sure of their ability to hear them at the moment, but keeps it up nonetheless to offer some measure of reassurance that they've not been left alone to the semi-conscious character, who can in fact hear them and is comforted and clings to the words in the same way they cannot physically cling to their companion at the moment.

[whumpster-dumpster]

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

[prdzx]

Accept The Chaos - qeeit - Semiconscious

[formidable-fermenter]

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

[comfortingcatharsis]

Always delicious! Here's a couple more:

Waking up after their ordeal; safe and stable but so utterly spent, they can't manage to open their eyes more than half-mast as they flutter open. The others are nevertheless so relieved to see a glint of finally-lucid eyes through their lashes.

Conscious, but unsure whether it's safe to advertise the fact- taking stock of their unfamiliar surroundings through scarcely-cracked eyelids as they continue to feign sleep.

Another hurt/comfort aesthetic: half-closed eyes

Feverish from an infected injury, with glazed eyes rolling erratically under half-closed lids; they’re semi-conscious and barely coherent, moaning softly in pain, limbs writhing weakly, and they only quiet when Caretaker holds their hand / strokes their forehead / cradles their head in their lap.

Eyes narrowed, head bowed and shoulders hunched against the driving rain/snow, barely able to make out the way in front of them as they constantly blink precipitation out of their eyes, stumbling with pain/fatigue as they flee from danger or seek out safety/shelter.

Sinking down into the chair, letting their head fall back and their eyelids drift downwards and all the tension in their body melt away, just enjoying being warm and dry and safe after a harrowing journey or a difficult mission.

Exhausted caretaker who has stayed at whumpee’s side all night listening anxiously for each rasping breath, watching each shallow rise and fall of their torn and bloody chest; again and again caretaker feels their eyelids start to close and their head start to droop but each time they jerk themself awake…

[uuuhshiny]

Russell Crowe in Fathers and Daughters