#hypothermia tw

[battle-subway-ghost]

[A video, recorded seemingly by accident. Watch it?]

The recording starts just as the phone drops to the ground, slightly angled due to something out of sight it’s leaning against. Paris can be seen stumbling back up, leaning against a tree for support. His breath is ragged and quick, eyes widened with fear at the Pokémon out of view currently.

He tries to back up, further away, but he stumbles, making an audible cry of pain, nearly losing his balance again. The froslass can be heard, sounding almost amused by this.

It floats into view of the camera, staring directly at Paris. It sways from side to side idly, either not bothering to attack yet, or looking for something else… Paris’ look of terror falters a bit, as he stares at the Froslass closely.

“…G-Gwen?-“ He stammers out, surprised. The froslass hums in response, slowly getting closer, an icy mist surrounding it.

“Gwen! You- Come on, it’s me, Paris! You don’t have to do this…”

His attempts to reason with the froslass fail, as it shrieks, the icy mist starting to spread further away from its origin.

Paris brings his hand up to the Pokeballs on his side, their name labels unreadable at this distance. With a shaky hand, he reaches for the Luxury Ball, freezing for a second too long as the Froslass shrieks in anger, unable to dodge the Ice Beam that makes direct contact with his torso.

A sharp cry of pain can be heard, before he falls to the ground on his side, a thin layer of ice starting to spread where the attack made contact. He curls up into a ball, making a few quiet groans of agony.

Gwen looks down at him, indifferent to his anguish, as it reaches a hand down towards one of his Pokeballs, releasing the Pokémon inside.

Mimi exits the Pokeball, onto the snow, initially confused. The Froslass trills happily as the sight of Mimi, which quickly gains her attention, as she lets out a series of joyful chitters… or, whatever one would call the sound a Mimikyu makes.

Mimi starts to approach the Froslass, but pauses, turning around to look at Paris. Gwen tilts her head to the side, beckoning Mimi over once again, lowering herself to the ground as she gets no response.

Paris is still quite conscious, sobs of pain mixing into panicked, heavy breathing. Gwen watches on, calmer now, as she sits on the snow-covered ground.

He feels around for a certain Pokeball— Windy’s— fumbling around with it. His hands are numb from the cold- and he struggles to properly send her out.

The recording cuts off just as Paris manages to get the Pokeball open, the vague silhouette of a Galarian Rapidash visible at the end.

#injury tw #hypothermia tw #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotumblr #rotomblr #pokemon roleplay #pokemon rp #pokeblogging #gone fishing arc #// well this is one hell of a way to do a face reveal I suppose #// POSTED RIGHT AT 3 AM BAYBEE LETS GO #// ON THE DOT #// come get your Paris trauma guys I’m beating him with a metal bat for this

[catnykit]

Whump Idea #2

THE TORTURE JAR!! THE CLASIC,PUT YOUR WHUMPEE IN A JAR!!!!+NONHUMAN GIANT WHUMPER & CARETAKER!!!

Just a punch of prompts of the idea...

TW: READ THE TAGS

▪︎the jar going to the regrigerator. Dark and cold. •let the jar half full of water in the fridge,the water slowly freezing while whumpee's inside ▪︎Whumpee getting frostbitten without nonhuman!Whumper knowing what frost bite is •nonhuman!Whumper asking help from nonhuman!caretaker, • Entity!caretaker being horrified by whumpee's state ▪︎The jar getting slowly filled up with water, nonhuman!Whumper Watching whumpee drown for a big after all the panic for the waiting ▪︎Dont feed the whumpee in the jar for a long time,and when they're starving give them a bottle that turns out was liquid poison ▪︎putting a little friend in the jar( aka wild hostile entity thats aslo tiny)and let whumpee be eated alive until they on the edge of death then just killing the entity because nonhuman!whumper can easily squish both ▪︎Shake it Whumpee go bing bong bing bong-And it hit very hard aganist the glass But becouse t i n y the jar doesnt break. Aslo bone break and dislocations and y'know the classic of Hits ▪︎Shaking the jar everytime whumpee tries to sleep,So they get sleep deprived ▪︎Presume it with other entities like it was a weird potion or cooking ingredient or something exotic like that

You can literally do whatever you want with a whumpee in a jar. Feel free to add some more that keep the admosphere!

#g/t #whump #whump prompt #whump ideas #pet whump #claustrophobia #tiny whump #tiny whumpee #sadistic whumper #whump inspo #Nonhuman whumper #sleep deprivation #hypothermia whump #hypothermia tw #Drowning tw #Water torture tw #nonhuman caretaker #Tell me if I need to tag more! #dehumanization whump

[kalevalakryze]

The Living Waters

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV) Pairings: Bo-Katan Kryze & Sabine Wren, Sabine Wren/Shin Hati, Bo-Katan Kryze/The Armorer Characters: Sabine Wren, Bo-Katan Kryze, The Armorer, Shin Hati, Mythosaur  Warnings: Hypothermia, Drowning, Attempted Suicide Mention (non-graphic/explicit) Notes: For @whumptober 2023 Day 4. Established Mandalore Recovery & @sabineweek Bingo Prompt Fill "The Living Waters" Prompt: Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?” & The Living Waters Word Count: 1,349 AO3 Link: Here!

The water was freezing as it wrapped icy tendrils around her body, seeping past her armor and soaking her flight suit, seeping past her flesh until it was piercing her bones, shattering marrow under the weight of it’s demands. The light in her rangefinder flickered out the deeper she sank, blue tinged fingertips reaching for the surface with the last of her strength. 

The water stung at her open eyes as it seeped into her helmet, suffocating her as it bled into her heaving lungs; Sabine Wren was dying, yet she felt more alive than ever. 

“It’s not your time, ad’ika.”

The Mandalorian flailed in the water, darkness surrounding her as she looked for the voice. The ice was numbing into a calming warmth, but the voice ignited fear like an inferno to battle the chill. Strong arms wrapped around her abdomen, prompting her to fight back, kicking and struggling, even as another light in the darkness caught the metallic gold of eyes as large as her head. 

“Cin Vhetin, Mand’ika.”

Someone was pulling her back, the surface was closer, and the rumbling of the darkness’s voice eased her fight against the stranger. 

Metal smacked into the ground with a loud clang, a weight settling on top of her as her savior fell on top of her, water dripping from both of their armor as the larger Mandalorian pushed off of her. 

Sabine’s body wracked with sputtering coughs as her helmet was pulled from her head, light from the torches chasing away darkness as her head turned, coughing up mouthfuls of water as she was turned onto her side. 

As water was expelled and oxygen slowly found its way back into her lungs, her Mandalorian savior finally moved off of her, removing their own helmet as Bo-Katan knelt close to the younger woman. “You in there, verd’ika?” Bo-Katan finally spoke, reaching to rest two fingers against Sabine’s spazzing pulse point. 

Golden eyes finally opened to the low light of the living waters. Kneeling beside her, Bo-Katan was brushing soaked purple hair from her face, as The Armorer stood closest to the entrance, arm extended to keep Shin back, both goran’alor and dar’jetti watching with neutral expressions, body language primed to spring forward the moment they were cleared. 

“I’m okay,” Sabine rasped, flexing her fingers together to try and chase some warmth back into the numb tips of her fingers. “I’m okay,” It sounded less convincing than she meant, as her body started to tremble. Bo-Katan looked to The Armorer for aid at last, allowing the two women further into the cavern. 

Only parts of her felt cold, the rest of her body had long since gone numb to the cold that had wrecked her nervous system. Two pairs of hands worked to pull her armor away, as The Armorer unwound the fur from her armor. Shin and Bo-Katan worked on pulling away her flight suit, exposing herself to the warmer air beyond. 

Once she was bare, a dark, thick, woolen cloak was wrapped around her shoulders, falling at the tops of her thighs as the blonde settled at her back tucked her into it. The Armorer’s fur was wrapped around her hands, bringing the aching warmth back into her fingers enough for her to feel the effect the water had on her again. 

A conversation was happening between the two Mandalorian’s and the Gray Jedi around her, though she couldn’t hear past the blood rushing in her ears. Shin’s chest against her back was enough to hear the soothing rumble of her voice as she conversed on the Artist’s behalf. 

The Armorer was the one to lift her from the floor, arms settled under her thighs and allowing the sopping wet Mandalorian to tuck into her neck, arms trapped between their chests, still wrapped in the warm thick fur. Shin stood to fix her cloak, allowing Sabine the coverage and the warmth  as she fixed the way dark cloth fell. 

Raspy breaths were hidden in The Armorer’s neck, chasing the warmth that seeped through the fabric of her neck seal as the woman led the concerned parade out of the caves. Shin and Bo-Katan shared the burden of Sabine’s armor and frigid clothes, bundled up haphazardly between them as they followed the quick pace set towards the med-tents on the planet’s surface. 

The next time Sabine found consciousness, it was in the shock of a heated blanket as it was settled across her body; She couldn’t tell how much time had passed, except now, she was laid out on a cot, with the scratchy feeling of fresh clothes on her skin and the tingle of medicine in her blood, dulling the pain at her shot nerves. “What…?” She tried to sit up, being stopped by  a pale hand that guided ehr back down.

“Easy, verd’ika. You need to get warm,” Bo-Katan’s voice was strained with worry as  she stood at Sabine’s side, unarmored and equally wrapped in new, warm clothes. 

“What happened?” Her voice was scratchy from throwing up excessive amounts of water, vision still spotty as she shifted under the blankets. Her knees knocked together, skin cold where it slid together as she curled into a tight ball beneath the warmed blankets. “Shin..?

“Your Kurs’kaded went with the Goran’alor to secure your gear,” The Mand’alor lowered herself back into her post at Sabine’s bedside, sinking into the chair as she brushed her fingers through her hair. “You almost drowned, you know.” 

Sabine’s brows pulled together, lips pulling into a frown as she turned to the unarmored woman. “There’s no way,” She denied vehemently, shaking her head even as the memories bubbled to the surface. “There might be… some way… Bo, was there something else down there?” 

She remembered golden eyes, like her own, and the calming rumble of a voice that shook the ice from her bones, the promises of a new beginning, the feeling of the water washing away the grime of her doubts and troubles. 

Looking to Bo-Katan, she saw the knowing smile and the twinkle of recognition in her eyes. “The Mythosaur…” Sabine realized, and while the woman beside her was not in her armor, she could still picture the new silver pauldron that had adorned her shoulder, protected by the Mandalorian beast of legend. 

“The bombs opened the Living Waters to a deeper network of caverns below, I met them when I first came here with Din Djarin, saving him as he atoned for the sins against his covert. I was promised another chance; and with it-” Her hand gestured to the room around them, though Sabine knew it was for Mandalore as a whole. “We got to come home.” 

The air shifted in the room as Bo-Katan leaned forward, elbows on her knees as the smile slipped from her lips, watching Sabine with an understanding that the artist didn’t want to offer any power to. “What were you trying to accomplish, going out that far, Sabine? The drop was marked,” 

“I don’t know,” She shot back quickly, staring at her hands beneath the blankets. Bo-Katan didn’t accept it as an answer and Sabine could feel the way her eyebrow rose in response. “I’ve been so…” Frustration had her gritting her teeth; this wasn’t something she thought she’d have to talk about, Ahsoka had so finely skirted the issue, and Shin had needed her to be there, but now that things were mellowing out again, that old, oppressive sinking feeling had settled back in. 

“Kyrunyc…” It was the closest word she had to the feeling, to the hopelessness that had plagued her since the night of a thousand tears. 

“I understand,” Bo’s hand reached out to settle on her thigh, a frown pulling at her lips as green eyes finally pulled away, staring at the unique threading in the blanket. “Did you find what you were looking for, then?”

Sabine blinked, head turning to stare at the older woman, even as she refused to meet her eyes. “I don’t know what I was looking for…”

“But you found something?”

“I did,”

“Cin Vhetin, Ad’ika.” 

Translations: Ad'ika - little one Cin Vhetin - Clean Slate Mand'ika - young Mandalorian Verd'ika - Little warrior Kyrunyc - Dead Soul / lack of spirit

#whumptober2023 #no.4 #cattle prod #shock #quote #“You in there?” #Star Wars #The Mandalorian #fanfiction #drowning tw #hypothermia tw #attempted suicide tw #references to depression tw #sabine wren needs a hug #wolfwren #nitearmor #mentioned #sabine wren #shin hati #bo katan kryze #the armorer #ahsoka series #mythosaur #Sabine Bingo #Sabineweek

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Break the Ice

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: When his best friend falls through the ice when skating, Rick tries to save you. But pulling you out of the water might just be the start of things….

Word Count: 1423

TW: Hurt/Comfort, Hypothermia, Near Drowning, Huddle for Warmth

One minute you were skating circles around him, and the next Rick watched as you plunged into the freezing water below the ice. You must have hit a thin spot or your continuous skating in that area just weakened it. But the why ultimately didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you were his best friend, you were in trouble, and Rick wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.

As he approached the break, Rick couldn’t see the faintest trace of you. It was like you had been sucked into a black hole. Flinging off his heavy, cumbersome skates, he slammed his bare heel into the ice around the edge of the chasm, widening it slightly. Then, he dove into the gaping abyss.

The icy water hit him like a sledgehammer, causing an involuntary gasp that released half of his precious air reserves. But he tried his best to ignore the biting chill as he swam down deeper into the darkness. He couldn’t see any sign of you as he frantically lashed out his arms while he swam, hoping he would get lucky and brush up against you.

Finally, just as he was on his last few seconds of oxygen, he felt a strand of your hair brush over his hand. His fingers were so numb, it almost didn’t register, but as he surged forward, he crashed into your shoulder. Grasping a large handful of your jacket, Rick swam as hard as he could to the surface. A miniscule dot of light was his only indication of where to head, but the world grew brighter the closer he got to freedom. And just as black dots began dancing in front of his vision, Rick’s head burst through the hole that had already begun to frost over.

Dragging your head out of the water, his heart stopped as he noticed you weren’t breathing. But he had partially expected this, and now was not the time to shut down. After a lot of maneuvering, Rick managed to lift you onto the solid ice. He then heaved himself up beside you.

Rolling quickly to his knees, he began chest compressions, exactly as he had been taught back at boot camp many years ago. It was second nature at this point. He only hesitated for a moment when it came time to perform mouth to mouth. For as many years as the two of you had known each other, you had never crossed this line. Yet, for how long had he imagined pressing his lips against yours? Dreamed about what they would feel like, taste like? But he never imagined this would be how he found out. Ramming his mouth into your icy, blue lips, he breathed heavily into you, forcing air back into your still lungs. But nothing happened. Two more times he repeated the cycle but…. nothing.

“Come on, darlin’, don’t do this to me! Wake up! Please, just fucking, wake up!” With the last pound to your chest, you jerked straight up, spewing water from your mouth as you coughed and gagged. Rick didn’t think he had ever felt so relieved in his life.

Once you managed to catch your breath, you fell back onto the ice as you curled into a tight ball. “R-r-r-r-i-i-” You couldn’t even get his entire name past your lips as your teeth chattered furiously.

Rick scooped you up tightly into his strong arms. He murmured softly in your ear, trying to keep his own teeth from clacking together, “I know, darlin’, I-I know. But I’ve got ya. You’re sa-safe now.”

As quickly as he could in just his thick socks, he hurried across the ice towards his truck. He could feel your hair stiffening into icy strands as the water still clinging to it began to freeze in the wind. You were still quivering violently in his arms, but you seemed to have slipped into unconsciousness. He had to get you warm and dry and soon.

As soon as he opened the door to his truck, he realized a sobering fact. Both of your clothes were still wet, with much of the water on your outer layer already hardening into a frosty coating, which meant….

Rick fumbled with frozen fingers at the zippers and buttons on your clothes as he removed layer after sopping layer. When you were left in just your undergarments, he considered leaving them on but he knew he needed to keep you as dry and as warm as possible. So, averting his eyes as much as he could, he removed your remaining clothes and quickly covered your naked form with one of the blankets he had in the back seat.

Once you were snuggly tucked in, Rick draped your dry jacket over you for added warmth. Luckily, you had left your heaviest one in the truck, stating the two of you were going to be working up a sweat on the ice and you wouldn’t need it. Then he began to strip, the pile of wet clothes soon doubling in size. When he was completely naked, he wrapped the other blanket around himself the best he could. Then he lifted you up and climbed into the front of the truck. He turned all the heaters to low as he pulled you in close to his chest.

As you began to stir, your hand weakly clawed at the heater knob, trying to twist it all the way up but Rick stopped you. “I know you want that heat, darlin’, but warmin’ up too fast is just as dangerous as not warmin’ up at all. We need to do this a little at a time.”

You nodded furiously but because of your shivering, once you started, you didn’t seem to be able to stop. Your head just continued shaking up and down like a bobble-head doll. Placing one hand gently on your cheek, Rick pressed your face tighter against his chest. After a few minutes, the bobbing stopped.

“That’s the last time I let you talk me into going ice skating.” Rick said with a chuckle.

“Sh-shu-shut up. We were ha-hav-having f-fun be-before this hap-pened. Be-besides…nev-er get t-to see yo-you an-anymore.” You mumbled softly through blue tinted lips. It pained Rick to hear the intense tremor in your voice, but at least you were coherent enough to speak.

He brushed some of your damp hair off of your face. “I know. And I’m sorry. Work’s been really busy lately. You know how it is.”

“I-I know. B-but I mi-miss you.” You snuggle your face deeper into him.

“I know…I miss you too.” Rick smoothed his hand across the blanket covering your back. Another shiver ran down your spine. “Ah, come on, darlin’. It’s not that cold.”

“Ya, know… It’s-s a s-sc-scientiffic fact that… larger, more mus-s-scular people’s bo-odies run warmer. I gu-guess I lucked out. You’re my own personal sp-space heater. You’ve al-always be-en incredibly hot.”

Rick smiled. “Is that so? Well, just for future knowledge, there are easier ways to get me out of my clothes.” He regretted the words the second they left his mouth. While it was true, he had been dreaming for years about holding you like this, bodies pressed together in a tender embrace, he knew this was not the way he wanted it to happen. Also, he was sure you had to be mortified about the situation as it was. Two thin blankets were the only things that separated your naked bodies, and though he had tried his best not to look, you had to know he had gotten a pretty good glimpse of your breathtaking figure.

But instead of getting mad or embarrassed, you just chuckled. “I don’t know, Flag. I’ve be-en trying for ages and no-nothing else seem-ed to be working. Call this my l-last resort.”

He looked down at you in surprise. “Are you serious?”

You shrugged, a coy smile on your lips. “I mean, no, I didn’t fall through the ice on purpose, but also… yeah… I like you. A lot. I have for years. I thought you knew that?”

“No…. I thought I was the only one who felt that way.”

Your smile widens as you get a slightly devious gleam in your eyes. “Well…. I might have stopped shaking, but I’m still really cold. I seem to remember reading something about increasing the core temperature and blood flow to treat hypothermia. Do you think you could help me with that?”

Rick’s smile now rivaled your own. “Well, darlin’, it would be my pleasure.”

#sfw repost #fic #rick flag #rick flag x reader #rick flag x you #colonel rick flag #joel kinnaman #dc #dc x reader #hurt/comfort #hurt and comfort #hurt & comfort #hypothermia tw

[rickyxthompson]

Open starter - @mattswheeler

Location - Somewhere near South Pines

Ricky didn't know how long he had been laying on the ground, several feet away from his car down a slope where he had fell. It felt like forever. He had yelled for help every time he thought he heard a car drive by on the road above but after a while he realized it was no use. He just laid their shivering, wondering if he would actually freeze to death by morning. He got so cold that most of his body was numb and he felt his heart slowing down. He started to hear things that may or may not have been real. He thought he heard his phone ringing somewhere nearby and had even tried once more to get up so he could reach it, but aside from shifting himself to a different spot every so often when the ground got too cold, he could barely move without excruciating pain in his lower body. Then he could have sworn he saw the deer he had hit standing over him where he lay, staring at him, as if accusingly. He stared at it with wide eyes, but when he blinked, it was no longer there. "I'm starting to fucking lose it..." he muttered to himself and let out a sigh. He was beginning to feel tired, but fought to keep his eyes open knowing this wasn't a good sign.

#interaction;matt #easthavenevent007 #hypothermia tw #broke bone tw #injury tw

[scarletsaphire]

Ill Prepared (Dannymay Day 3: Blizzard)

Jack and Maddie drag Danny on a ghost hunting trip in the Rocky Mountains. They are very prepared to hunt this ghost. They are not at all prepared for the blizzard they get caught in.

“Oh, Dann-o!” Jack Fenton’s voice echoed through Fentonworks, loud and booming. It woke Danny with a start, tumbling off of his bed and onto the floor in a pile of blankets. He groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. He should have expected something like this; it was, after all, December 21st, and life (or half-life, in his case) was going well. The winter truce had started a few days ago, and winter break started just the day prior. Of course something had to go wrong. It wouldn’t be a Fenton Christmas without some disaster.

His dad showed up in his doorway, large frame blocking all of the light from the hallway. “Are you ready for an adventure, Danny boy?” Danny looked at the alarm clock on his bed side table and groaned. 6:07 AM.

“Couldn’t it wait until the sun comes up?” he groaned, pulling himself up from the floor.

Jack threw a bulky pile of fabric at Danny. “Nope! We’ve got the get the GAV moving if we want to get to the mountains by tomorrow! Your mother’s already got most of your stuff packed, just make sure that your coat fits and we’ll be good to go! Otherwise we’ll need to bring some anti-ecto fabric so we can get you one at the supply station.”

Danny held up the pile of fabric. It was a coat. A very heavy winter coat. Danny scowled at it. He didn’t particularly like coats, though he would wear lighter ones during winter if only to keep up appearances. He was, after all, and ice core ghost. Nothing was colder than his soul. (He would have to remember that one, Sam would like it.) “Where are we even going? It isn’t anywhere cold enough to warrant this.” He held the coat away from him with disdain.

“I told you at breakfast on Monday, we’re going to find a yeti! In the Rocky Mountains!” Jack beamed at Danny. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten, son! This’ll be a wonderful Christmas trip!”

Danny had not eaten breakfast on Monday. He had been sleeping over Tucker’s house, partially to play the new expansion of Doom, mostly because his parents had been working on a new anti-ghost something or other, and Danny had not wanted to be anywhere near when they got it working. “I was at Tucker’s on Monday, this is the first I’m hearing of it.”

Jack looked confused, before shrugging and grinning widely at Danny. “Oh well, then surprise! We’re going to the Rocky Mountains to hunt the yeti! Now try on your new coat so we can get this show on the road!”

“Can’t I stay here?” Danny complained. “It’s not like it would be the first time.”

“We aren’t going to leave you here all alone!”

“I won’t be all alone, I’ll have-” Danny paused. He was going to say that he’d be with Jazz, but she had taken the opportunity to spend winter break at a two week long psych program at a college a few hours away. She had apologized for her absence, but it was a great opportunity. Still, it meant that Danny was out of an excuse. Grumbling, Danny pulled on the coat the rest of the way. God it was warm.

“Come now Danno, it’ll be fun! A parent son bonding experience!” Jack slapped Danny on the back, hard. “The coat fits great! Get your shoes and get into the car. We’ve got a ghost to catch!” — The drive was thrilling. Not because it was exciting, but because Maddie had let Jack drive as soon as they were out of Amity Park. If Danny hadn’t already been half dead, he was fairly certain he would’ve died from a heart attack. Luckily (or unluckily, he supposed) he was, so his father’s driving couldn’t kill him. How it didn’t kill anyone else on the 12 hour drive was a miracle in and of itself.

Whenever Danny wasn’t gripping onto the seat for his half-life or blocking out all sound with headphones, he listened to his mother and father talk about their hopes for this trip. They had heard of a yeti in the Rocky Mountains recently, and were certain that it was a ghost, biding its time to attack and drag unsuspecting tourists or climbers up to its peak to…his parents never really got to why they yeti would choose to do something like that. They rarely made it to that point when it came to ghosts, simply assuming that the ghost would because it was a ghost, and that it didn’t need another reason. Even if the yeti was a ghost, and not just some ambitious bear or faulty reports, Danny knew it wouldn’t attack without being provoked. He had met many yetis; they were friendly, if a bit scary to look at. He couldn’t exactly tell his parents that, so he settled in for the long haul.

At least he was being dragged away during the Winter Truce. The only ghosts that would break the truce would be non sapient ghosts, and possibly Vlad, but with both Danny and Maddie in another state across the country, it wasn’t likely that Vlad would try much of anything. (He had texted Sam and Tucker that, if either of them suspected that Vlad was up to no good, to leave a collection of dirty socks and gym shorts on Vlad’s Amity Park property. They would have done that anyway, but it felt nice to be part of the planning at least a little bit.)

When the GAV finally arrived at the place they would be staying, Danny was green in the face and his stomach churned. He thought he had gotten used to his dad’s driving over the years, but it wasn’t often that they went on long road trips with him driving. Even Danny’s stomach couldn’t put up with it for that long.

Unfortunately for Danny, the place they were staying was not a hotel, or a house, or even a cabin where he could empty his stomach in the privacy of a bathroom. It was a camp site, little more than a place with tree roots numbering in the single digits and a circle of ashes in the center that was designated as a fire pit. They were just on the base of the Rocky Mountains, which towered high just to the west of them. It was a pleasant view, and the cold air felt good on his skin after being trapped in the GAV for so long.

His mother started setting up the tent, a flimsy looking thing barely big enough to fit all three of them, and his dad started setting up the ghost detecting perimeter. Danny grumbled under his breath as he started to drag their luggage out of the trunk. The stuff his mother had packed was, he noted, not very suitable for a “camping” environment, let alone one this late into the year. It seemed like she had focused almost entirely on the ghost hunting part of the trip, and completely neglected the other aspects of survival that were much more likely to come into play. He had expected that; he hadn’t spent his lifetime and half-lifetime around them to expect them to be practical, especially where ghosts were involved. This did mean that Danny couldn’t actually unload most of the trunk without getting zapped, cut, detected, or setting off some kind of alarm or another.

Danny grabbed what he could out of the trunk, receiving a slight zap from a pile of metal he didn’t quite recognized, and dragged it over to where his mother was hammering a spike into the ground with far more force than was strictly necessary. “I got what I could carry, but I don’t want to grab any of the ghost hunting stuff that’s in there. You know how it acts around me,” Danny laughed nervously. He knew his parents assumed that their devices malfunctioned because of ecton contamination, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t super nervous whenever he had to bring it up. Everytime he did it, he worried that this would be the time that they would figure out that that was probably a very dumb excuse.

This was not that time. “Oh thank you sweetie, just set it all down right there, and your father will grab the ghost hunting gear once he’s done setting up the defenses. Would you mind helping me with that other spike?” His mother did not look up from her continuous whaling on the poor metal spike. The ground was hard because of the cold, but Danny was fairly certain that she didn’t need to hit it that hard. Was it bending?

Danny did as he was told, setting the pile of bags and his fathers suitcase. A single day trip of clothes for him almost always required a suitcase if he decided to actually bring clothes. Most of the time he stuck with his hazmat suit, but it was too cold for it out here. Both his parents were wearing heavy jackets lined with anti-ghost material. Over their jumpsuits of course; it would take more than the cold to pry those things off of them.

Danny grabbed a spike and started to hit it into his ground. He didn’t use as much force as Maddie did; he didn’t need to. The ground, even more frozen beneath his feet, molded easily to his will, allow him to delicately hammer the spike into place and locking it with some not-quite natural ice. He glanced up; his display of powers wasn’t flashy by any means, but that didn’t mean that any ghost detecting gear his father had already set up wouldn’t catch him. His father was tangled in a mess of wires, strung up like a Christmas tree. Whatever he was setting up was giving him a lot more trouble than it was giving Danny, at least right now.

“Well done sweetie!” Maddie said, looking at him with a beaming smile. Her spike had successfully gotten into the ground, though it looked like it might end up a ghost itself with how beat up it was. “But aren’t you cold? You should go put on your jacket, its freezing out here.” Danny looked down in surprise at his uncovered arms. He had thrown on a t-shirt and jeans in his rush to get ready that morning, and hadn’t even realized that he had forgotten his jacket in the car. The air around him didn’t feel cold at all. If anything, it was comfortable. Crisp.

“Oops.” Danny gave her a lopsided smile and ran to the GAV, throwing open the backdoor and grabbing the jacket. He didn’t want to put it on. It was nice out, even if he could see his breath puffing in front of him every couple of seconds, and the jacket was suffocating and constraining. He didn’t have much of a choice though, so he shrugged it on, leaving the zipper only done up halfway.

Maddie came up behind him. “See, isn’t that better?” A series of ghost related curses echoed across the campsite. “I’m going to go help untangle your father. Would you be willing to set up the rest of the tent?” Danny nodded, and his mother went off.

— Outside of a close call where one of the weapons in the GAV started to chase Danny around the campsite (his mother had intercepted it with one solid hit from the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick. “I hate to destroy something so useful, but its not much use if its chasing after our junior ghost hunter!” she had said.) It was, overall, almost a nice time. He had had significantly worse days in December before. He would prefer to be hanging out at Tucker’s, or with Sam if her parents allowed him to join in on the Hanukkah celebrations, but he didn’t mind camping one bit.

And then his parents started prepping for the evening's ghost hunting activities, and any part of the trip he had been enjoying got zapped away. Just like he was getting zapped by the copious amount of tech they were placing on him. It wasn’t that it hurt per se, but it did make his skin tingle like static electricity, and he couldn’t say that it was pleasant. After his mom finished outfitting him with more ghost hunting gear than was necessary (and helping his dad strap a few more onto his back) they set off following a trail further into the mountains. It has been dark for about an hour, and the air was only getting colder, but that didn’t stop them from traipsing through the woods.

They were only traipsing around for an hour before it started to snow. It was a soft snowfall, barely coating the ground in white, but it was enough to have Maddie start to shiver under her coat. Jack, who had already yelled “Ghost!” at the top of his lungs and fired into various non-ghost locations, only got jumpier. “Dear,” Maddie said, saddling up to Jack. “I think we should make our way back to camp now. We can scout the area more in the morning, and set up a trap for the spook during the day.”

“That’s a brilliant idea Mads!” Jack said. “You’re always so smart!” They led the way back to camp, moving quickly over the path, flashlight leading the way. Danny trailed behind. He didn’t need to breathe, but he took deep breaths anyway. The cold was sharp in his nose, biting in his lungs, but it was nice. Soothing. He had realized, after visiting the Far Frozen the first couple times, that Amity Park was almost always warm, sometimes to the point of unbearably hot. He had gotten used to it, stuck through it, forced it to become just another nagging discomfort in the back of his mind. It wasn’t hard to do, when you were healing from broken bones and gaping wounds every other day. It didn’t mean that the delicious, frigid, clean air of the mountains didn’t make his very core hum in satisfaction. It almost made the trip worth it.

When they arrived back at the camp, Jack fell asleep almost instantly in his sleeping bag. Maddie, who was curled up next to him, took longer to fall asleep, but she drifted off in a couple of minutes. Danny took the opportunity to slip out of his sleeping bag, out of his coat, and out of the tent. He zipped the flap closed behind him, and sat on the ground amidst a shallow bank of snow. (It didn’t melt where he sat, he noticed absently. Why would it? It was almost a part of him, and he, a part of it.) The snow had begun to fall heavier by this point, the wind picking up, and ice started to form on the tips of Danny’s eyelashes. It felt wonderful. He couldn’t say how long he sat there, breathing in the bitter cold air, freezing his human lungs and his ghostly core. Long enough for his lips to turn blue and his hands to go numb.

Danny couldn’t say when, exactly, the winds picked up enough to make the branches of the trees whip into a frenzy. He couldn’t say when the snow began to turn to hail, pelting the ground with a force as if they were cannonballs, yet always bouncing off of him harmlessly. He couldn’t say when the snowstorm turned from beautiful to something deadly, from a natural occurrence to a force of nature. He could say when the spikes driven into the ground started to fail, and the flaps of the tent began to whip angrily, and he heard his mothers concerned yelling from inside the tent. (He shouldn’t have been able to hear it over the wind. He shouldn’t have been able to sit out here unharmed. He shouldn’t be a lot of things. It had never stopped him before.)

Danny ducked back into the tent to find his mother arguing with his father, both of them shivering in their sleeping bags, lips blue. She was yelling, saying that the ghost must have taken him, that he might be lost or worse in the woods. His dad was agreeing, but was stopping her from searching in the storm. “It’s too dangerous!” he said, yelling louder than he normally did over the sound of the wind, of the hail. “If you go out there you could die!”

When they noticed him, they ran over and hugged him, dragging him into the sleeping bag with them. “Oh sweetie pie you’re freezing! What were you doing out there? This storm is dangerous, and that’s without the ghost around!”

“I just had to take a leak,” Danny said numbly. It was dawning on him that the inside of this tent was not all that warmer than the world outside, even if the wind chill was taken away. The sleeping bag the three of them shared was warmer than the tent, yes, but he didn’t miss how his dad’s lips were tinged blue, how his mother shivered, how each of their breaths crystalized in the air around them. “Did you bring anything to warm the tent? Or to help us weather the storm?”

Jack and Maddie shared a look. “We didn’t expect a blizzard,” Maddie said. “But I’m sure it’ll pass, and we’ll all be just fine. We just have to stay here, where its warm.” Danny wasn’t surprised. His parents were only ever prepared when it came to ghosts, and this blizzard was far too natural. But all Danny could do is nod.

The minutes passed by slowly, and the storm didn’t show any signs of getting better. If anything, it only got worse. Danny noticed how his mothers speech started to slur, how she drew into herself and shook violently. How his father, even sitting in the tent like he was, seemed more disoriented than normal, both in mind and body. The reality of the situation dawned on him with his growing horror. If something didn’t change soon, his parents would not make it through the night. He could help. He knew how, knew that the ice and snow would listen to him, if only in a small area. He could save him. (It would cost him everything. He didn’t care; he had already thrown what remained of his life away when he started fighting ghosts. He wasn’t going to let this stop him now.)

“Do you have the controls for the ghost defenses you set up?” he asked, crawling over to his mother. She nodded. “I need you to turn it off, and I need you to trust me.”

“I cann’ do tha,” Maddie slurred, teeth chattering. “We’d be weloming a ghost in.”

“Please, mom,” Danny begged. “I just need you to turn it off, and stay still. Please.” He looked deep into his mom’s eyes, holding his breath. Time seemed to slow even further as she studied him, trying to figure out what he was planning. Finally she nodded. Her hands were too clumsy, too uncoordinated, to pull the remote out of her jacket pocket, but she managed to show Danny where it was. He fiddled with it for a moment, before shutting it off. Then, he walked into the storm and transformed.

His first order of business was a shelter. A proper shelter, one that would block the pelting hail and whipping winds. He made an igloo, small and compact to save as much heat as he could, but sturdy, surrounding the flimsy tent. It was made of ghost ice, and wouldn’t melt. Not easily, anyway.

His next order of business was much harder, as any loose branches that would burn proper, and not just smoke, were buried under ever growing mounds of snow. If he hadn’t been able to go intangible, he probably would never have found any. But he could, so he returned to the igloo with his arms full of tinder.

His parents were huddled next to each other, Jack openly sobbing into Maddie’s shoulder, blubbering something about Danny, though most of it was unintelligible. They both started when they saw him, reaching for ectoblasters strapped to their waists, but their hands were numb and shaky, their reaction time slowed from hypothermia. Danny transformed back to his human form before they could aim. “Listen,” he said quickly, dumping the pile of sticks just out the door of the tent. “You can be mad at me later. Scream, kick me out, try and kill me, dissect me, whatever. I know you want to. But if you don’t let me help you, just until this storm dies down, you’ll end up dead too, and I won’t let this happen. So please. Just don’t shoot me yet.” Danny watched as his parents stared at him, horror clear on their faces. He left the tent before they could say a word.

Back in ghost form, he lit most of the tinder he had gathered on fire; not ghostly fire, just regular good old fashioned fire. It’s light and warmth filled the area around the tent, filling the igloo. Danny got to work, pulling out the spikes they had pounded into the ground. They came out easily under his touch. The tent wouldn’t do them much good now; better to burn it for warmth. His parents emerged from the tent after he started to take it down. It wasn’t like they had much of a choice.

They huddled near the fire, color slowly starting to return to their skin, shaking starting to abide. They did not look at him. He did not look at them. He focused on keeping the fire burning, on keeping the ice and wind outside away, on not thinking about what they might do to him now or after they were safe, about the threats they had made and injuries they had given him time and time again, about how sleeping was already hard enough for him, and where would he stay now that they knew? They wouldn’t let a ghost stay in their home willingly; how much harder would it be to sleep when he was on the streets? Would they hunt down Sam and Tucker, if he tried to stay with them? Would they-

“Danny?” His mothers voice cut through his thoughts. “Are…are you really my Danny?”

“Yes.” He couldn’t stop the quiver in his voice.

“What happened?” This time, he couldn’t stop the tears.

#danny phantom #dannymay2023 #dannymay day 3 #danny phantom fanfiction #reveal fic #hypothermia tw #jack fenton #maddie fenton

[parameddic]

current wishlist of things i could write today (either happening to TK or your muse I am 100% behind either and have no preference):

- fainting/collapsing

- gay bashing/similar hatecrime

- hallucinating/unable to recognise familiar people/etc high-fever illness

- outside in freezing weather in Very inappropriate clothing

I will write them. Let me write one for you 👀👀

#aster talks #uhhh #hate crime mention tw #hatecrime mention tw #wishlist #illness tw #fainting tw #hypothermia tw

[mirroredranger]

She had the nightmare again.

The grey sky, littered with giant clumps of snow. A few managed to survive the cloud of dragon breath that perpetually hung over Valerie.

Even with the warmth of the Hydreigon's breath, Valerie felt bitter cold. Her wet uniform clung to her like an extra wet blanket from her neck to her feet.

Why was this the calm? There was no sound.

Sven's main head pushed under her hand. His shivering stopped not long after hers had. Without his breath, snow began to pile up on them. And then it all turned red.

The core found them.

...

Valerie sat up in bed. Wiping her face revealed that she was soaked with sweat. Glancing around, Valerie could see her phone was glowing with messages. People finally got back to her.

After squinting at the bright lock screen, the ranger fumbled to unlock her phone. 2:38 in the morning. Too bad, she wasn't going back to sleep. Selene confirmed she was coming. Molly... Who was that again? Oh right, that Molly. Better let Makoto know they have company.

Yawning, Valerie walked to the hall to get her slippers on. She better make sure her game plan to get everyone back works. Maybe order some breakfast later.

#event: black space white light #hypothermia tw

[rae-nell]

My offerings for Whumptober Day 5: pinned down

Summary:

What could he actually do to help his situation?

He was trapped.

A couple of tears dripped down his face at the thought, trailing into his hair and leaving an icy path in their wake.

He was trapped here. He couldn’t do anything to help himself, couldn’t even send up some kind of signal to let the others know where he was.

Not for the first time in his life, Four cursed his small stature. Sometimes it was a blessing when he needed to be stealthy, or fast, or fit through a small gap that other people would be too big for. Oftentimes, however, it disadvantaged him massively in fights - or in situations like this, where he would be fine if he was Twilight’s size.

***

Or, Four doesn't do well in the snow.

#whumptober 2023 #no.5 #pinned down #linked universe #LU #Four-centric #Four (linked universe) #hypothermia tw

[cats-and-confusion]

#kinda proud of this one cause i took the photo myself #weirdcore #oddcore #lostcore #tw unreality #unreality tw #tw hypothermia #hypothermia tw #snow #cw snow #snow cw

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Cold

Side Stories

Warnings: Broken bones, hypothermia, cave in, whumpee is a minor (17)

Part one of a little two-part look into Cedric’s past. This one is a fill for the @whump-of-the-month​ June prompt “Temperature”, as well as for my BTHB card.

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This, Cedric realized, had been a reckless idea. As such, it wasn’t that much different from his usual ideas. Still, stumbling through the abandoned mine shaft, he couldn’t help but wish he had at least brought a torch. Or another layer of clothes, though his thick fur coat was already pulled up to his nose. 

It was cold, and it was absolutely, completely dark, and he didn’t even know what exactly he was looking for. Something about this sleazy Oryn had been off. The way he kept pushing Cedric’s parents to sell the worthless plot of land, best before the new year. His assurances that the mine was a death trap, abandoned for years because it was depleted. That people had died in here, and the only responsible course of action would be to seal it and make sure no one would enter it again.

Well, so far the tunnel had held up remarkably well. The fingers of Cedric’s right hand were freezing as he brushed them over the rough wall, keeping the contact almost permanently. As long as he was moving, he couldn’t sense too far ahead, only a step or two, but it was enough to find his way. Twisting tunnels, sometimes held up by old, sturdy wooden planks. There were traces of silver in long depleted veins, and the sharp, rough edges countless tools had carved into the stone. The feeling was more reliable than his eyesight would have been, but he still wished he had some light.

And there was absolutely nothing that hinted at the tunnels being unstable. They were old and reliable, even after walking what must have been an hour. The air was biting cold and stale. Cedric wondered if he should return, if there was really nothing to be found here. He was too stubborn to give up that easily, though. There had to be something. He had spent days strolling over the plot of land. Wild meadows and a strip of meager woodland were all else it had to offer, and neither of those were worth anything — not when they were literally surrounded by land such as this.

What might have been another quarter of an hour later, Cedric finally found what he had been looking for. The tunnels he had reached seemed newer than the ones he had passed so far, though they were more than a decade old already as well. Perhaps two. It was hard to tell. Stone didn’t care much about such ridiculous low ages as a year or two.

The wooden beams couldn’t tell him as much as the mountain itself could, but they felt newer, less withered. If he had to guess, he had reached the most recent parts of the mine.  It must be here the miners had given up eventually, not finding anything worth the trouble anymore. It was… hard to believe. Cedric didn’t even have to reach out far to find the silver. Thin veins, so close behind the wall it felt like all he would have to do was reach out to touch them. He might be able to, even, but he did not yet trust his magic enough to pass through solid rock. Still, the silver was there, undeniably. With every step he took, the veins became larger, definitely large enough to make mining worth it. 

It didn’t make sense. Even the most unskilled earth mage would have been able to find it.

Did Oryn know about this? If he did, it would make sense that he was so eager to purchase the land and the mine. It would be easy for him to claim to have found new silver while closing it, making it worth the trouble to secure it all over again.

Well, Cedric would make damn sure he wouldn’t. Luckily for him, his parents were already reluctant. They didn’t need the money and wanted to settle down first, evaluate if they’d need the space themselves. It wouldn’t take much for him to convince them otherwise. Should he go back, or continue a bit, perhaps try and find a piece of silver to prove his words?

While he still thought about it, something rumbled. The sound reached Cedric a moment before the vibrations did, pulsing in his fingertips and his perception alike. Well shit, perhaps Oryn had been right and the tunnels were unstable. In that case, he’d be in trouble, big time. It was unlikely to be a huge earthquake, though. Chances were some support beams had crumbled or something, causing a small chain reaction. Cedric should be able to stop it, to calm down the mountain before it would bury him alive.

Reaching out, forcing every bit of concentration into his perception, Cedric froze. It wasn’t the mountain shaking as he had expected; it was forced to crumble, vibrating from a violent explosion, one that wasn’t natural. One that tore it apart, sent ripples through the rock, tearing at what had been steady for decades, perhaps centuries. He could feel a cloud of dust, pushing through the tunnels, the rock collapsing behind it.

Cedric started to run.

His perception was barely enough to sense the next step ahead, making sure he wouldn’t stumble and fall. The tunnel described a slight curve to the right, leading upwards, and Cedric had no choice but to follow. He could only hope that there would be no dead end, that there would be a way for him to outrun the collapsing tunnel, to get out of here. The first dust reached him, burning in his already aching lungs.

Stumbling into some kind of open space, Cedric threw himself to the side, out of the way of the dust cloud following him. He tried to focus, to sense his surroundings. The walls seemed more natural than the ones in the tunnel, perhaps a cavern the miners had found ages ago. The floor of the cavern was littered with boulders and smaller stones, digging into his knees and palms as he tried to get up. 

The walls started to shake. The ceiling started to shake. It wasn’t thick, most of it half-frozen soil over a thin layer of rock. A layer that now started to crumble, large pieces crashing down, shattering on the ground with a deafening sound. Cedric rolled out of the way, avoiding one of the larger pieces, only to be hit in the back by a smaller one. The impact drove the air out of his lungs.

He managed to not get hit by another one, dangling half broken off the edge for long enough for him to scramble out of the way. The next one fell too quickly. In a desperate attempt to not get crushed by it, Cedric reached out with his magic, grabbing the rock, destroying it. Little pieces of stone rained down on him, followed by a layer of earth mixed with snow, taking his breath. While he was coughing and gasping for air, the rest of the ceiling started to give in, quicker and quicker. The pieces crashed down, to his left, to his right. He curled up, burying his head under his arms out of instinct, despite knowing very well that it would do nothing to save him.

He couldn’t see what was happening, couldn’t keep his concentration up. There was only noise and dust and pain, pounding against his side and arms, crushing his leg. Cedric screamed, the sound drowned out by the noise of the rest of the ceiling coming down. He wasn’t sure if it was the cavern shaking or him, if it was the noise pounding in his head or the pain.

Then everything was still.

It took Cedric a moment to realize that he was still alive. This discovery was followed by the awareness that everything fucking hurt. Various sized rocks had hit him all over the place, but the worst was his right leg, pinned down and probably smashed to pieces under a pile of rubble. Cedric froze, trying and failing to reach out to the stones, to find out how many there were, how heavy.

He couldn’t focus. Not with the pain in his leg, and the dust-filled air, making him cough. Coughing made the pain even worse, shaking his battered body. He kept shaking, even as he finally managed to suppress the coughs. The world kept spinning around him. He pressed his head against the floor, suddenly feeling as if he had to lie down even more. Squeezing his eyes shut, Cedric waited for his rapid heartbeat to calm down, for the nauseous feeling to subside.

When he eventually dared to open his eyes again, he realized that it wasn’t completely dark anymore. There were silhouettes all around him and especially above him. Little bits of not-quite-completely-dark in the endless blackness of the cavern. Squinting, he could make out what seemed to be a hole in the ceiling. There would be no moon or stars in a night such as this, but the world above would be covered in white. Enough to reflect whatever light made it past the drifting snow, over and over again, until it reached him, to show him the hopelessness of his situation.

The opening was at least five meters above him. It had been cold in the tunnels already, but the air that now filled the cavern was absolutely freezing. Cedric reached out, his perception brushing over walls and fallen stones. The only exit of the cavern was caved in. It was night, in the middle of winter, the snowfall just picking up again. The first snowflakes made their way down into the hole he was trapped in, settling on his face, melting next to his tears. Even if he managed to somehow free himself, he’d never make it out of here.

And he hadn’t told anyone where the fuck he was going.

Cedric stared at the hole in the ceiling, crying quietly. He wanted to be home. He wanted his mother. If he died here, his family might never find out what had happened to him. By the time they’d decide to sell or keep the mine, there’d be nothing left of him but a pile of bones.

The moment of despair was followed by a bit of resignation, which quickly turned into determination. He wouldn’t give up that easily. Careful not to move too much, Cedric called for his magic again. Taking deep breaths, he fought down the horrible feeling of crushed bones and the nausea that came with it.

Starting at the top of the pille, he attempted to move the stones. Nudging the smaller ones to roll off, breaking the larger ones apart. He had to pause often, closing his eyes and sobbing quietly as each one caused a vibration, sending fresh agony through his leg. Then, finally, his leg was free. Not that it helped him much. Luckily it was too dark to see the extent of the injuries, but whatever was left of his pants felt cold and wet with blood against his throbbing skin.

Snow was falling into the cave more quickly now. Already there was a thin layer of it on top of Cedric’s coat, the darkness a bit paler where it had accumulated. If he stayed here, he’d be buried under it in no time. Cedric grit his teeth, sending out his perception into the cavern.

There was barely a spot on the ground that wasn’t covered in debris and rocks. But he had to get out from under the opening, closer to the wall where the snow wouldn’t reach him. Whatever good that would do him, if he was going to die here anyway. No, he couldn’t think about that. Couldn’t think about anything but the very next step in trying to survive.

Cedric used his magic to clear a path, ever so slowly. With every step he dragged himself towards the wall, it became harder to focus. He had long kept his eyes closed, the little specks of light not worth the effort of keeping them open. Bit by bit, he crawled along, digging his fingers into the ground. 

When his strength left him, he hadn’t quite reached the wall, but he couldn’t feel any more snow falling onto his face. It had to be enough. Grasping a tiny strand of his magic, Cedric raised a bit of the ground, just enough for his head to rest upon. He allowed himself to relax, managing it for a moment only before the shivers caught up. It was so damn cold. He couldn’t feel his fingers anymore, or his toes. There was no way for him to move his legs, but he could at least try to pull his arms into his coat, to keep his hands warm.

It was a struggle, but he managed to. Tugging at his sleeves, to keep any cold air from following his arms inside, he eventually nestled his hands against his upper body. Fuck, they were cold. Shifting positions every few minutes, it seemed to take forever for the feeling to return into his fingers. Tucking them under his arms, turning them against his side, lifting them to his chest, and still they were cold. Everything was cold, and it was getting colder by the minute. Faintly, Cedric wondered if his leg was still bleeding, if perhaps he wasn’t only freezing to death, but bleeding out at the same time. He didn’t have the strength to check.

Placing his hands once more on his chest, on another strip of skin that wasn’t yet as cold as the rest, Cedric’s fingertips brushed a small rock. A geode, hanging from a leather band around his neck. One half of it, rather; the other half he had given to the one person he wanted to see even more than his mother right now. 

Yvan.

His hand wrapped around the geode, Cedric reached out. It was a desperate, hopeless endeavor. Finding that it worked was all the more surprising. In what was an endless void, too far from him to make out anything else, there was the counterpart to his pendant. The other half of the geode, on a thin leather band such as his. Perhaps being worn at this very moment, perhaps not, for he knew Yvan hated wearing it as he worked. Even after leaving the forge for the day, he rarely remembered to put it on, leaving it on a shelf instead.

Cedric could feel the other half as accurately as the one his fingers were resting upon. Usually, he would have found it curious, and exciting, discovering a new facet of his magic. Right now, all he felt was an overwhelming sense of grief. The geode felt so close, but it wasn’t, and Yvan was just as far away. ‘That’s a dangerous plan,’ he had said. Cedric wished so much he had listened to him. 

If only there was a way for him to tell Yvan that he had been right. To make him come looking for him. But there wasn’t. Cedric’s fingers squeezed the geode, his magic involuntarily following his motion. Anger joined his despair, giving him enough strength to raise his head, to look up to the hole in the ceiling, endlessly far away.

This hadn’t been a normal cave in in an allegedly unsafe mine. Someone had caused it, and it didn’t take a scholar to figure out who that someone was. Not that it changed much about his situation, but Cedric wondered if Oryn had noticed he had gone into the mine, or if it was just the worst timing possible. Purposefully attempted murder or not, it was obvious that Oryn knew the mine could still be profitable, was attempting to make it seem like it could collapse at any moment.

And now that Cedric had discovered the truth, he’d die down here and this fucking asshole might actually get away with it. The image of how Oryn would fake sympathy in front of Cedric’s grieving parents, shoving a contract under their noses at every possible opportunity, made him scream in frustration.

The geode in his hand cracked, breaking in half.

Cedric only realized the stone had split when the strength left his trembling hand and he had to let go of it. One piece of it was still attached to the leather band, the other slipped off. A quiet sob escaped him. Of course he had to break the only thing connecting him to the world outside this cavern. The only thing he could hold on to, distracting him from the pain and the cold and the despair, knowing he was going to die.

He tried to fight down the panic, taking a moment to find the courage to try if it still worked. When it did, when he managed to feel the other half of the geode, he could have cried with relief. It was still there, as far as he could tell at the same spot as before. Familiar and comforting, knowing that there, exactly there, was Yvan’s house. The cozy rooms, every possible and impossible surface stuffed with things made of fabric; curtains and tapestries, pillows and quilts, little knit place mats and large, heavy covers for every chair and seat. What wouldn’t he give to be there right now.

But he wasn’t, and he probably wouldn’t be there, ever again. All he could do was hang on to his perception, remembering the warmth and the light and the kindness of Yvan’s family. Cedric reached out from where his mind was holding on to the broken geode, trying to find anything else he could sense. There was nothing. A vast nothingness, out of reach of his magic, and in it the other half of the stone around his neck.

The two other quarters of the stone.

Not only the one on his chest had split, the other one as well. Cedric wondered if Yvan would notice it. Perhaps, if he was wearing it. Or not, if he had placed it on a shelf and forgotten. If he’d notice, what would he make of it? It was naive to think Yvan would consider it a sign. To think anyone would be looking for him before it was too late.

His family probably thought he’d be sleeping in his room. By the time they’d notice he was gone — if he was lucky, at late breakfast time, otherwise not until lunch — it would be too late. Cedric didn’t think he’d see the morning. The cold had already crept under his clothes, and he couldn’t suppress the shivers anymore. The tears on his cheeks were freezing as he tried to find another spot on his body that could warm his fingers. He didn’t find one.

Cedric knew he should try to stay awake, to not give in to the overwhelming urge to close his eyes and let himself fall. He couldn’t. Images swirled in his weary mind. How he’d build a staircase with his magic, leading out of the cavern; a staircase he wouldn’t be able to climb. Yvan looking for him, carrying a torch through the falling snow, calling his name. Oryn holding out a contract to his parents, telling them that they wouldn’t want to keep the land where their son had died.

As his mind slipped away, he reached out to the geode once more. It was still there, flickering in and out of his fading perception. Both pieces close to each other. Warm. Moving. Perhaps Yvan had found it after all, was holding it right now. Cedric closed his hand around his own half of the geode, imagining it was Yvan’s hand instead. As far as last conscious thoughts went, this was a good one.

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Tagging: @badthingshappenbingo​

#Cedric doesn't wanna deal with this shit #whump #environmental whump #hypothermia tw #broken bones tw #prompt: cave in #fandom: original work #badthingshappenbingo #temperature day 2022 #Don't look too hard at my attempt of cave whump nemi #pls and thanks love you <3

[battle-subway-ghost]

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I’m. Awake now. And I have my stuff back… what Windy gathered of it anyways, most of it got left behind.

I see that a video got posted to here. Wasn’t by me, must’ve happened by accident when Windy grabbed my phone.

Might as well just say it clearly: I got attacked by a Froslass. My Pokémon helped me get to emergency care before anything worse could happen. Hypothermia and frostbite are the main worries, as well as my leg… It was just a little sprain in the ankle and strained muscle- and I went and made it worse by using the leg anyways. Like a dumbass.

Going out there was a huge fucking mistake. I should’ve never even thought about it. Got more problems than I left with now.

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotumblr #rotomblr #injury tw #frostbite tw #hypothermia tw

[wishfxljikan]

Not Orion eating sugar cubes because his blood sugar is horrendously low and it’s the only food he has left in this icy prison he’s stuck in. Emotionally numb and slowly dying from frostbite and hypothermia, the Garchomp lays there in silence, enjoying the final bits of his strength as it begins to finally come to his attention that, despite the determination to stay alive, he’s not going to make it much longer. With pretty much no more rations outside the cubes, and the fact that there’s never been enough energy for them to even make their escape, Orion sighs, and, finally allows himself to close his eyes. Maybe death was cruel and all but even Death understood when someone was at their utter limits. 

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Snow still fresh, meaning tracks were still fresh, Enki having a cold due to the cold storms and such, left the Haxorus to search for Orion, whom had gone missing for well over a week, which began to terrify the two of them, where his fears are amplified by the finding of the Garchomp’s tracks-- going all the way up a mountain trail. Orion.. Dear Arceus let them be alright. Phobos stares at the print trail, and in the end, decides to follow

Phobos, during his climb, began to realize just how far Orion climbed instead of flying up there, was the storm that heavy that flying wasn’t a good idea? Thankfully the lower levels of the trail wasn’t too bad, but the higher he got, the smaller the tracks got, probably due to the amount of snow, so what does the Haxorus do when he gets farther up? Phobos casts Sunny Day, cooling off the snow levels in areas where it’s too bad, without getting rid of the tracks, rinse and repeat for awhile, and...

There he is, a snowed in cave with a thick layer of ice, the tracks stop, and the look of horror is formed on there eyes. Casting Sunny Day, and seeing the ice slowly melt away, the fear beats harder and frequent, his heart in a twist, a constricting, suffocating twist. Orion’s stuck in there. He’s been stuck in there. He’s.. No, don’t be so dreadful, there’s still a chance he’s still alive, don’t.. don’t downplay how resilient your teammate is, Phobos..

One Low-Sweep when it is warm enough cracks and breaks open the ice wall, and the suffocating feeling returns, there’s the Garchomp, curled up, frost over the majority of their body, not dead, but, not moving, either. Fear completely takes over, Phobos rushes over, and instantly casts sunny day in the empty cavern, before checking his pulse, a sigh of relief as, through all of Orion’s suffering, is still, thankfully, alive. How.. resilient the Garchomp is, it’s scary. Once Sunny day has run its course, the Haxorus picks them up, hoists them over his shoulder, and begins to exit the cavern, leaving, and making the trek down the mountain trail, the lower they go, the warmer it gets. But the fear in his heart hasn’t left them yet, there’s old wounds frozen close that terrify him more than anything---he NEEDS medical attention, medical attention that.. Phobos can’t do.

They need to ask... them for help.. despite the fact they.. they don’t trust them, they’d never trust them, but.. they need to.

#hypothermia tw #frostbite tw #dying tw #Lustrous' Chosen ;; Phobos IC #Nebel's Apprentice ;; Orion IC #3/4

[drunkcnsunlight]

--- jon did not know how ygritte did any of this stuff. it was true that he was a northerner, in the context of being raised in and around winterfell; however, his partner was the TRUE northerner between them, having come from beyond the wall. “ygritte, i’m not so sure that this is a good idea,” jon opinionated, as he watched his spouse start to travel into the river until it was at least ankle-deep. “if it’ll help you to not get any number of cold ailments or rashes or illnesses, i’m already willing to concede.” it was so cold of a morning that jon knew that there was no way that he was going to take a dip--- VOLUNTARILY--- in a river that was as frigid as it was projected to be this morning. “come on, love. let me take you home and keep you warm. you’ve got nothing to PROVE to me.” jon felt a little smile flutter to his mouth; he smiled, just thinking about how much he loved this firecracker of a redheaded wildling woman he’d managed to be so fortunate so as to woo her, and to make her want to stay with someone flawed and growing like he was. ygritte had revolutionized his entire framework of thinking; almost every time he was with her, she did that. “i would have to have BLOWN MY TOP to not know that you’re the STRONGEST person i’ve ever known.” ygritte was, as well as were his sisters.

@bcssbitchs​ 

#🌗 ( JON ) the only time a man can be brave is when he is afraid. #ethnocentrism tw #hypothermia tw

[wearealive]

mvnces asked: 014. the back of a wailing ambulance . - rian for eli

this was definitely not how eli expected his shift to end. they'd gotten a report of an unresponsive male slumped over near a bench, breathing shallow. it didn't sound good, but nothing they hadn't seen before. detroit was in the middle of an ice storm, wind chills falling below zero. whoever it was was probably dangerously cold.

when he sees it's rian, his heart sinks. he scoops him up and starts barking orders: there was no reason for them to start working on him out in the cold. he places the monitoring equipment he needs before throwing a couple of blankets over him. he's hypothermic. hypotensive. bradycardic. ❝ you're okay, bud. you're okay. it's elijah, i'm right here. i'm gonna stay with you, you're gonna be fine. ❞ he would. he'd stay with him, at least until connor could get there. he'd text him when they get there. right now, his focus is stabilizing him. eli makes a fist, digging his knuckles into rian's chest. ❝ come on. you gotta wake up. ❞

#hypothermia tw #ambulance tw #hospital tw #idek what to tag this as lol #mvnces #you asked for angst here ya go

[easthavenhq]

East Haven's Winter Storm Plot Drop

It all started at 8:48pm when Mayor Clairmont was pulled away from being the last date auction and notified of the the storm coming across the lake. With the reports coming in from New York, the storm was a big one and the news was advising everyone to get inside while they could.

Interrupting the end of the date auction, Mayor Clairmont made the announcement for everyone to start making their way home while they could. He then went to his assistant to get word out to the radio to play an emergency broadcast to let everyone in town know of the oncoming storm. Little did he know, it was too late.

More information and timeline of the storm under the cut

Hello, everyone! Finally we're at our plot drop!

For this, threads can be posted of characters trying to escape the storm, accidents occurring, or them being safe in their homes. Please tag any accidents and mentions of injuries and if anything is described heavily, put under a read more.

Please make sure you check the timeline below so you know what's happening where throughout the night and into Sunday. Threads for before the plot drop can be continued. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to write.

Timeline of the Storm

8:43pm - Local news is made aware of the change of the storm and the winds blowing it across the lake towards East Haven. Attempts to contact Mayor Clairmont begin.

8:48pm - Mayor Clairmont is contacted and advised to get citizens to safety as soon as possible. However, the storm has started hitting the beaches of Each Haven and lights start to flicker in Sutherland Park.

8:50pm - Mayor Clairmont takes over the stage and let's the citizens of East Haven know about the storm. He advises them to get home as soon as possible. The Wilson offers empty rooms to those who don't think they can make it home. Power starts flickering in parts of Primrose Heights.

8:52pm - Mayor Clairmont and his assistant, Celine Ediz, start trying to contact the radio to play a emergency broadcast to advise everyone to get to safety. Power goes out in Sutherland Park while more of Primrose Heights start to flicker. The snow and winds have reached the the two neighborhoods and heading towards Maple Hills and Downtown.

9:00pm - Roads have started becoming hazardous. Phone lines have gone down throughout town and power is out in half of Primrose Heights. The emergency broadcast is played over radio stations.

9:15pm - Winds reach Mount Aston and ski patrol is working hard to get skiers and snowboards off the mountain. Ski lift 4 is blown over in parts. Snow hits all of Maple Hills and Downtown. Power is flickering throughout town.

9:30pm - The first crash is reported and emergency vehicles are on the way to help. Snow hits Mount Aston. Winds and snow are reported throughout East Haven and travelling is becoming difficult.

10:00pm - Power is out in most of town. Several crashes has been reported while abandoned cars start appearing on the roads. City crews are working hard to clear snow, but it's now hard to see with some street lights not working.

11:00pm - Reports have started coming in that branches off trees have started falling while building signs have came down. More accidents have been reported as well as injuries from windows breaking due to winds. Emergency vehicles are struggling to get to scenes.

12:00am - Power is out all over town. Cell phone service has been reported as spotty. Winds and snow continue.

2:00am - The snow has started to clear while the winds have slowed down. Crews can be seen out on the roads trying to clear streets. The high school and middle school have opened with generators being turned on for heat. City crews are out trying to get people who need it to the schools.

4:00am - Winds and snow has stopped with a reported 2 feet of snow in the city while 4 feet has reported on the mountain. Power has returned in the majority of Primrose Heights, Maple Hills, and Downtown. Crews are still working on Sutherland Park and Mount Aston.

6:00am - Power returns to parts Mount Aston and Sutherland Park. Citizens are still advised to stay indoors while they can as the roads are still covered in snow and ice.

The Aftermath

Throughout the night, East Haven has gotten two feet of snow while the ski hill has gotten four feet. Roads are hazardous and several blocked by abandon cards. Several buildings and homes have been damaged to the the storm (listed in Discord) and throughout the week, volunteers will be seen helping get things plowed and reopened. Schools will be closed for the week. City crews have been plowing all night and will throughout the week. Mount Aston Ski Resort will be closed for several days while they groom the ski hill. Power in certain areas of town will be off for a few days. Any events, including the Super Bowl party at Nancy's and dinner reservations for Valentine's, will be canceled or rescheduled with no fees.

All characters can have minor injuries including scrapes, bruises, minor sprains, and minor cuts that may need a few stitches. All major injuries are listed below so be advised on details of injuries:

Ashi Hussan was driving to the hospital to make sure her husband could get home safe. During this, a tree downtown fell and she swerved to miss it. Upon doing this, she crashed into Book Haven and suffered a sprained wrist and a minor laceration to her forehead that needed a few stitches.

During this accident, Lake Carollo had arrived home to Book Haven to check on his daughter and was turning on the open sign so others could take refuge. He was unfortunately at the window when Ashi crashed through and was crushed by her car. His injuries include a broken pelvis, leg, and ribs along with lacerations from the broken glass.

Waverly Erickson was also at Book Haven during the crash, taking refuge from the storm. The glass shattering caused her to have lacerations on her arms and hands and she broke her nose falling to the ground.

The tree that caused Ashi to crash fell into Critical Roll and ended up trapping Matt Wheeler. Matt was impaled by a tree branch and trapped under the tree. He has broken ribs and because of being in the cold so long, suffered some hypothermia. Due to his injuries, he lost quite a lot of blood and will lose one of his kidneys.

Not hearing from Matt, Brady Levitt leaves the safety of his home and goes out to find him. He discovers the scene and suffers lacerations to his hands and arms trying to help get Matt out and to the hospital.

Hearing of the accidents, Avery Seigert heads to the hospital to help out. Doing so, she is impaled by an icicle outside the hospital.

While assisting one a call, Noah Sinclair gets a broken bone.

Trying to get somewhere safe, River Jackson slips into the water and breaks his leg. Due to the cold, he also suffers from hypothermia.

Nate Clairmont, after leaving The Wilson to get to his wife, sees River in the water and goes to help. He ends up breaking his ankle get the man out and takes him to the hospital. He then leaves the hospital in pursuit of getting to his wife.

Helping a panicked Beyza, Emre Ediz takes the woman away from The Wilson and the two try to get to her apartment so she can be with her son. They end up needing to get to shelter and upon doing so, he sprains his ankle.

On her way home, Renee Thompson slid off the road and into a ditch. She suffered a concussion and a broken hand.

While helping others get to safety, Marcus Reyes falls and gets a dislocated shoulder.

While some panic about the storm and go to leave The Wilson, they throw open a door and Marilyn Danes accidentally gets hit with it and she has bruises on her face and elbow.

Deciding to leave and get to her father's house, Neena Wagner drives in the storm and ends up right outside the house, but unfortunately hits a tree on her side of the car and breaks her leg.

While at The Wilson, the power goes out and Celine Ediz goes to help turn on a generator. While doing so, she slips on the ice and falls. She is caught by Jeremy Lieberman, who was helping her, and the two tumble down the stairs. Celine suffers from a sprained ankle and bruising on her body along with a busted lip. Jeremy dislocates his shoulder and has bruises as well.

#easthavenevent002 #easthavenplotdrop #plotdrop;001 #injuries tw #car accident tw #hypothermia tw #broken bones tw #trapped tw #stitches tw