#near death tw

[bleedingintogold]

8 months.

8 months from the time Leader did not return from a solo mission.

8 months since Leader's tracker went dead.

8 months passed as they looked for him.

8 months until his signal appeared on their radar again, beeping bright red.

Heavy rain pelts on their backs as they scoure the forest in search of their missing brother.

"Leader!" "Keep looking, he's somewhere here!"

Teammate came to the horrifying conclusion when he realized that they were standing on top of where Leader should be. No. Oh hell no.

Leader's bright red signal started to beep more alarmingly as they dug into the soil. Within 15 minutes, Leader's tracker went black. They dug faster. It took another 10 minutes before they found a wooden box, a coffin.

Another 3 for them to break it open.

The team burns 30 seconds to pull out a body, cold and light from the box. A body that was once built strong and sturdy, now thin and covered in dried blood.

Medic pulled Leader onto flat ground, immediately attempting CPR. Ribs crack audibly as the team shield them all from the pouring rain under layered rain jackets.

2 minutes.

4 minutes.

The oldest sees no progress, her hand reaching to stop Medic.

5 minutes.

The dead body on the ground comes back to life, coughing violently as he eventually turns over and retches out dirt and blood.

#leader whump #buried alive #team dynamics #whump community #whumpee #whumplr #whump prompt #leader whumpee #near death tw #medical inaccuracies

[the-final-sif]

Baby c!Dream has made a friend! This is great!

He has unlocked: less loneliness! New social skill tree! Ally for dangerous missions! Interesting new snacks!

All of these are very exciting new things, and Dream and Sapnap quickly form a routine, they'll often meet up in the mornings, then they'll run off to find some place to go exploring.

The biggest problem is that unlikely Dream, Sapnap has a much more restrictive guardian. Said guardian was already quite upset that Sapnap ran off to a cave without telling him and wasn't too happy with him running off with an unnamed strange.

This meant that Sapnap had to go home every single night, unlike Dream who could stay out as long as he wanted. He did try to get back to the treehouse to meet XD once a week, but it wasn't really an issue if he couldn't. XD would always find him.

XD never got mad at him for wandering either, he was actually quite proud of little Dream for branching out and working on exploring.

Now, he wasn't happy the first time he found out Dream got hurt (it'd only been a handful of scraps from a recent fall, but the god had found himself unused to how humans bleed. He'd forgotten how fragile they are), but XD calmed himself down and just provided a number of handy potions and medical supplies so Dream could keep himself patched up.

So Dream and Sapnap would have to make sure that Sapnap was home on time, and particularly down in the caves, neither of them was great at keeping track of time.

This lead to Sapnap getting in trouble and not being allowed out for several days. And more importantly, the more it happened, the more Sapnap reported that his guardian wasn't happy to let him wander off with some stranger.

Sapnap had offered several times to bring Dream to meet his guardian, but Dream found himself wary. Sapnap was one thing, he was another child. Dream was even taller than him! So if anything went wrong, clearly Dream could handle it.

From what Sapnap said, Dream was not taller than Sapnap's guardian. He wasn't sure if he could take the man in a fight. So if something went wrong...

XD has also told him to be very careful about talking to other humans. He hadn't said that Dream COULDN'T, but he had said to be careful. What if Bad knew about magic? What if he asked a lot of questions? What if he was loud and got angry?

There were too many unknowns. Far too many for comfort.

So Dream made up excuses and put off meeting Sapnap's guardian for as long as he could.

In the end, he didn't really have a say in it.

See, one of the many things that Dream had learned was that Sapnap was a blaze hybrid. Apparently, it was a creature from the nether, which wasn't where they were now.

Blaze hybrids like Sapnap didn't like water very much. Sapnap could take baths and get wet, but he really didn't like it unless the water was warm. Cold water was bad. It could kill him.

Dream had learned that well over a month ago, but he hadn't paid it much mind until now. Until the ground had given out from underneath the two of them

For a moment, Dream was terrified of the fall. It was only for a moment though, because it turned out it wasn't that far, he just barely had time to grab a breath before his body hit the water.

It was Cold. Bone piercingly cold. Colder than any underground river Dream had been in before.

It was also a river, the current wasn't too strong, but Dream still had to fight to surface once he managed to get his brain back online. The cold sucked, but he managed to shove it to the back of his mind. Dream was good with cold. He could handle this.

Swimming was a bit harder, XD had taught him the basics, but he wasn't as good as Sap-

Oh no.

Dream frantically searched the surface he could see, trying to find his friend.

It was hard in the dark. Ever since the mask he couldn't see as well in the low light. Despite this, he managed to make out what looked like a shape drifting down river.

It wasn't moving.

Shoot.

Without thinking, Dream angled himself and paddled until he managed to reach the shape, kicking his feet to stay afloat as he desperately tried to maneuver the body of his friend upright.

The cold was numbing his hands, but he managed to get Sapnap flipped over so the other's head was up. Dream couldn't tell if he was breathing. He didn't know how to.

What he did know was he needed to get Sapnap out of this river now.

The two of them were drifting down stream, Dream wasn't sure where exactly it lead, but he could see a faint light a ways down and it was the closet thing he had to a direction.

Holding onto Sapnap, he kicked his feet and swam with the current until he was able to see where the light was coming from.

It was an opening above the river, there was a bit of a bank. Not much of one, but enough that Dream was pretty sure he could scrabble up it.

Getting up it with Sapnap would be harder, but Dream needed to. There wasn't another option.

As they came up on the bank, Dream gathered his strength and used one hand to pull himself out of the river and onto the shore.

He was almost pulled right back in as he tried to hold onto Sapnap, but with a tremendous amount of effort he managed to hold on and pull Sapnap up out of the water.

There wasn't enough space to lay Sapnap out or check on him here. So Dream was forced to suppress his shivering, pull Sapnap onto his back and slowly start up the steep bank towards the opening. He used one hand to keep his friend stable and the other to half crawl, half climb up.

As he climbed, he was acutely aware of the fact he couldn't feel any breathing from the figure on his back.

Although in fairness he also couldn't feel his hands anymore and those were bleeding.

It took ages, but he managed to crest the edge of the cave and pull them both out into the crisp autumn air. As soon as he was out, he fell to the ground. Taking deep breaths in as shakes wracked his body.

He needed to get up. Sapnap needed him.

Summoning what will he had left, Dream opened his inventory and pulled out a few of the potions that XD had given him.

Regen was best for anything that wasn't a gash. XD had even given him strength just in case.

Dream got two of the regen potions, one regular and one topical. Sapnap very clearly couldn't drink the potion so it'd need to do.

Breaking the topical potion's bottle, Dream spread it over his friend's face and neck like he'd been taught. The magic pulsed and fizzled, and for a moment Dream was scared it wouldn't take-

But it did. It glowed a bright pink and then absorbed into his skin.

That meant he was still alive. Okay.

Once that was done, Dream quickly chugged the second regen potion and followed it up with the strength.

The regen stopped the blood and while it didn't erase the cold, it did ease the numbness. The strength tore into the exhaustion eating at him and gave him enough strength to push himself to his feet and pick Sapnap back up.

The regen might've saved Sapnap for now, but he wasn't waking up. He needed to get warm again.

They were close to the entrance of the cave, which wasn't too far from Sapnap's nest. Dream could get him there. He had to.

The journey was a slog, even with the potions boosting him, Sapnap was heavy and Dream was tired and cold.

But he did it!!

Dream managed to get to the edge of the clearing where he and Sapnap usually parted, and after a moment. he pushed towards where Sapnap usually went. Down a little trail, he saw a house.

Relief hit him instantly, and then he saw a figure in the window.

The figure- a man? A demon? (He looked like one from Dream's books, but Dream couldn't be sure), saw him and-

Oh. They were coming outside. They looked upset.

XD had given Dream an invisibility potion, and if his fingers weren't numb and tired, Dream would've probably tried to use it in order to escape. But he couldn't.

The demon was out the door and rushing over and talking and it was way too much. All Dream could do was brace himself and hope that he would at least make sure that Sapnap was okay before he got angry.

#c!dream #dreamnap #c!sapnap #c!badboyhalo #dsmp #dream smp #godling c!dream AU #sif speaks #dreamXD #near death tw #hypothermia #kid c!Dream

[kalevalakryze]

Firebird

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka (TV) Pairings: Shin Hati/ Sabine Wren Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Ahsoka Tano, Ezra Bridger, Hera Syndulla, Ghost Crew 2.0,  Warnings: Major Character Injury, Near Death Experiences, Explosions Notes: For Whumptober Day  16 and @sabineweek Day 2 Prompts: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?” | Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.” + Icarus Word Count: 3,571 AO3 Link: Here!

“Sabine, they’ve got TIE’s taking off.” Ezra’s voice rushed over comms, voice strained from exertion from whatever fight he’d gotten himself into.

“Copy that, do we have eyes on which shuttle is carrying the Lieutenant?” The Mandalorian dropped her rangefinder and rose her eyes to the sky, boot pressed firmly against an incapacitated trooper’s throat where she’d engaged on the rooftops. 

“It will be the one with a burn across the third quadrant of its left wing.” Shin followed, and while her voice was much calmer than Ezra’s, Sabine could feel the strain of her altercation across their bond in the force, feel the ebb and flow of the force where Shin used its power to keep plastoid covered troopers off of their closing position, flowing so freely beside Ezra’s that despite the odds being against them, they moved like a finely oiled machine. 

“On it,” Sabine cast her fuel gauge a wary look, there was just enough in her tanks that she might be fine, and from the screaming of a TIE fighter arcing through the air, she knew there was no time to top off at the Ghost. A TIE swirled overhead, left wing sparking and burning from a lightsaber having cut through it on takeoff. 

“Kark it,” Sabine grumbled, tapping at her gauge with a shake of her head. “We ball.” The woman took to the sky smoothly, jet fuel sparking into a high flame as she dumped more to keep up with the fighter.

The Ghost soared through the sky, streaking past Sabine and offering her a chance to grab on to Chopper’s head to save some fuel as fire was concentrated against the shields and engines to slow down the surviving Imperial’s ascent. 

Before the Ghost could pull away, Sabine was throwing herself from the ship’s hull, fingers brushing out as her jetpack sputtered, wrapping around one of the handles poking out past the hull to yank her weight against it, boots scrambling to push against the durasteel, hooking into the space in between ports to keep herself steady.

“Sabine, you need to hurry!” Hera called, exasperated as she pitched the ghost to the side, rolling out of the way just a hair away from the path of plasma as the TIE opened fire. 

“Work in progress, Hera!” Sabine shouted into her comms, hooking her fingers into the latch of the tie to stabilize before she could dig through a pouch on her belt, revealing her stack of the newest mixture of thermal detonators and the dye packs attached to the explosives. “Hello, beautifuls.” She breathed, fingers ghosting over the neatly stacked explosives. 

Piling them into a fistful, Sabine started planting them each, using the force to sail them across to the inside supports of the fighter’s wings, lining the hatch with enough to blow the top and settling the last couple against the engines, just in case somehow, the hull would survive. 

They rose closer to the upper atmosphere, Sabine’s helmet automatically clicking itself shut and releasing pressure to adjust. “Hey guy, I don’t have freefloating in space on my bucket list for the year,” She grumbled, making quick work of getting her charges set. 

“Sabine!” Several panicked voices hollered her names, staticy over comms the further she got out of range. The Mandalorian’s head shot to the side in time to watch an X-Wing swing in for a strafing run, she didn’t know the pilot, and wasn’t linked into their comms, but she could hear Hera on their open channel, ripping in to the pilot to get them to stop. 

It was too late, however, plasma scorched through the air, singing the air with a heavy smell of ozone. Sabine watched the blue lasers arc towards her before the Ghost could sweep in to incapacitate the fighter. Her legs moved too slow when she pushed off the hull, body turning as she fired up her jetpack, propelling herself away from the fighter half a second before the lasers struck the TIE and ignited her charges. 

Sabine’s head turned in time to watch the colorful, fiery explosion behind her; at least it looked as cool as she figured it would, she’d have to make sure she saved the clip in her helmet to watch later. 

Her jetpack sputtered mid flight, dropping her right into the path of the first shockwave. She didn’t have much chance to see the TIE go down, when paint speckled across her visor and then she was sent into a freefall, the resounding shockwaves hitting her like brick walls with a personal agenda against her existence. 

She was floating in a limbo of dizzy and peaceful, limbs too heavy to move, and her eyelids felt glued shut with weight pressing into her eye sockets to keep her from opening them.

There was a bustle of activity floating into her ears, fading like her grip on the world around her. She wanted to snap at all the people moving around her. Couldn’t they tell she was trying to sleep? A loud, persistent beeping ground away at her nerves, but she was useless in willing her body to shut off whatever alarm was going off.

The beeping grew higher in pitch, there were no breaks in the thudding tone it had carried before. At least the movement in the room seemed to cease, a pin could drop in the silence and bated breath of every body in the room.

Finally, some peace and quiet. Now she could get some sleep.

“Sabine.” There was a distortion in the voice that called out to her, warbling through the very core of her being, through the will of the force. Shin’s voice rang in the notes of their bond, scratchy and deep, but the other voice, the notes she could pick out, a tone she’d only heard in her dreams, a voice and a face she was terrified of forgetting, that had been harder and harder to pick out every day.

She wanted to snap her eyes open, to fly out of bed and run into her buir’s arms, to do something but the stones inside of her skin wouldn’t give her a chance to budge. 

“Don’t go where I can’t follow, me’suum’ika.” Shin’s voice sounded strained, and too far away, like their bond was growing stagnant in Sabine’s indecision. Fingers wrapped around her hand, warm where they sparked against the unbeaten pulse point against her wrist. “You promised,” Their voice wavered with emotion that they fought to keep concealed, Sabine hadn’t heard that tone since they’d gotten her back from the Bandits. 

Promises meant more to Shin than even their connection to the force, Sabine knew that better than anyone, and well… She intended to keep her word. Clan Wren would still be waiting for her, at the end; The Manda would not go anywhere, the cosmic force would still connect all beings, but if she walked out on Shin now… What kind of Mandalorian would she be? Surely not one who deserved to join her people in the afterlife they’d all strived for.

Sabine stopped struggling to see Ursa, there was no where she could go where her mother would not be able to reach, and if the unthinkable happened and she did somehow forget the timber of her voice or the sharpness of her face, she knew there were hundreds of others walking across the galaxy who would be more than happy to help her remember.

Shin’s hand started to slip from Sabine’s palm; She couldn’t move to reach out for them like she wanted, she didn’t want them to leave her either, didn’t want to see someone else give up on her. Someone was crying, voices were murmuring, she could hear the charge of shock paddles-

The first beep of the heart monitor was hard won, an exhaustive struggle that had the same reaction in the room as the flatline. Oxygen forced back into her lungs painfully, and warm fingers brushed against her pulse point once more, squeezing at her wrist to feel the next thud of her heart in her veins themselves. The tension in the room was cut with each thud and each successful breath, pain reigniting in her body in the feeling of broken bones and half sealed abrasions.

“Better,” She could hear the relief in Shin’s voice as their fingers interlocked with the limpness of her own, squeezing her hand even as the activity picked back up around them.

Ahsoka’s presence washed over her in their own bond, another string that she’d familiarized herself with, the calm soaring feeling that came with each interaction the Master and Apprentice shared through their woven destinies. 

“Prep her for the bacta tank,” A medic called out, unfamiliar voice ringing in her ears as cold gloved hands started touching her, though from the warmth seeping into her hand, she was able to rest easy knowing no one had moved Shin, at least until after the calm and quiet suggestion of sleep that had been passed through their bond, and the promise that she would wake up on the other side… eventually.

There was no way to gauge how much time had passed, but every now and then, Sabine would gain an awareness of the real world happening around her. Of Shin’s back pressed into the cool glass of her bacta tank, steadfast in their post as her protector. 

“Shin, she won’t wake up anytime soon,” Ahsoka’s voice floated through the void, in her mind’s eye, Sabine could make out the vision of Ahsoka stepping into the medbay, arms crossed over her chest and a carefully impassive look on her face; Ahsoka learned just as fast as Sabine had that Shin didn’t like sympathies, but she also knew that if Ahsoka’s distaste of Shin’s actions showed, the Gray Apprentice would close themselves off further and often turn to violence to defend their actions or beliefs. 

“You need to go take care of yourself,” Sabine could hear the lightness of the Togruta’s footsteps as she came to a stop in front of the tank, could feel piercing blue eyes on her suspended form, as if Ahsoka knew that Sabine had some awareness of the world around her. 

“I will not leave,” Shin was closed off to them visually, she could not find a way to bring some vision of the other woman to her eye, though she assumed, from the unease rolling off of Ahsoka and the concern in her tone, that her wolf wasn’t doing the best with her incapacitation. This must have been an argument the two force-sensitives found themselves in often, as Shin’s voice curbed on dangerous, the air Sabine could not feel filling with the tension of a hand curling around a saber hilt. 

“There is no reason to fight, Shin,” Ahsoka called, calling for calm across their own unstable bond; Her second apprentice varied greatly to the Mandalorian, and Ahsoka had never been able to determine if it had been Baylan’s teachings, or the influence of her time with the bandits that had them so willing to fight in a situation it did not call for. “She isn’t going to like waking up and seeing you like this.”

“Then it will not be the worst thing I have done to her.” They replied, and while there wasn’t a hint of regret, their tone took on something somber that Sabine wasn’t a fan of. The Mandalorian could feel the brush of their muddled presence, reaching out to the anchor point of their bond, to the scar that entwined them together forever. 

Drifting off to the comfortable thrum of their force bond being brushed against, Sabine was only half aware of the Togruta sweeping defeatedly from the medbay. 

Consciousness did not find Sabine when they emptied the bacta tank and pulled her from it, nor did it find her as she was cleaned up and reassessed, as what wounds were left had been set to heal on their own, with minimal medical interference, now that her body would need to fight on its own once again, enjoying her quiet limbo over the thought of returning her active mind to the real world.

The first time her eyes opened in weeks she was met with dim lights and near silence. 

Bandages wrapped firmly around her abdomen, criss crossing against her back where the jetpack had burned and shrapnel had made homes in her skin, now almost entirely healed after her extended nap. Sabine gave her muscles an experimental flex to ensure she could still move, fingertips touching and toes wriggling under the warm blankets; someone must have just recently changed the thin hospital sheets for ones straight from the warmer. Her movement brought the reminder of pain, aggravating sore muscle under the haze of protection offered by the medicine pumping through her IV.

Tired golden eyes scanned the rest of the room next. There was a raw set of armor, seemingly fresh from a forge, stacked in a corner next to weapons crates, where she could see Westar power cells placed carefully on top of the locked containers, and a newer model of a jetpack she couldn’t recall the name of leaning up against it all. 

Shin was settled into a hard-backed chair shoved right up against her cot, knees pulled up to their chest and a datapad sitting against them, fingers idly swiping along a document that Sabine couldn’t focus her gaze on. Her wolf looked exhausted, Sabine couldn’t tell how much of the darkness around her eyes was eye makeup, or bags from lack of sleep. Their hair was in disarray, even the braid carefully tied and sitting at their collarbone seemed frayed and rushed, as if  tying it had been a mere afterthought to something more important. 

The armor strapped to their arms and legs was filthy, burns scorched across unpainted metal and deep groves went unfilled, a state Shin hadn’t even let become of themselves when they’d all been stranded on Peridea. 

The only indication Sabine had that they’d showered or changed clothes even once since they’d gone after Thrawn’s contact had been the dark blue of Ahsoka’s tunic bunched up around their torso, leaving their bare arms on display (which, Sabine would never complain about, if only Shin wasn’t wearing gauntlets and pauldrons strapped tight to her bicep), and the way pants so clearly borrowed from Ezra were tied tight around her waist, bunched up and stuffed into her boots with their greaves strapped awkwardly around the extra fabric. 

“You look like Bantha shit,” The Mandalorian croaked tersely, wincing at the feeling of glass in her dried out throat. Silver eyes flashed to meet her open eyes immediately, the datapad clattering to the floor in the scramble of their legs to push outwards to turn themselves to face her.

“You look dead,” Their voice sounded as equally rough as Sabine’s own, bringing a teasing smile to tug at the purple haired woman’s lips. 

“What, didn’t-” A dry cough rattled her chest, she only managed to turn her head to the side to cough into the pillow, her arms still felt like they were full of beskar. “Didn’t have anything nice to say to anyone? Didn’t say anything at all?” It was meant to be tasing, but the pull of their lips into what little resemblance of a pout they would allow answered enough. 

“I’ll go get the medic.” They stood sourly to pick up the datapad, tossing it into the seat they’d been occupying for gotal’ad knows how long. 

Sabine finally reached out, atrophied muscles protesting even as her fingers latched around the cold metal of their wrist. “Wait…” 

They did, turning to glower at them with a rage that had too much vulnerability under the surface, weakness they did not want the Mandalorian to be privy too, even if she could feel it in the knot of burnt out nerves in her abdomen. “Would you lay with me, and just… forget the world a minute? Ten out of ten recommend.” 

Shin’s weight shifted between their feet uncomfortably, even as Sabine forced herself to move, to make room in the hospital bed that felt both too big and too small. “You need the medic,” They insisted, but it wasn’t a denial of the offer; Shin looked exhausted, and the prospect of laying down seemed enough that they’d be willing to let Sabine get away with just a few more minutes without being poked and prodded by medics. 

“I need you more right now, I’m not going anywhere,” She let go of their wrist, hoping the invitation was  enough to keep them around. IVs and wires were moved too carefully when they’d finally relented, though Sabine could feel the tightness in their muscles ease as their head dropped back against her pillow.

Shin was laying ramrod straight next to her, as if moving would break her, afraid to do anything that could hurt her what a softie, stabbing people one day, then playing statue to avoid inconveniencing them almost two years down the line.. 

“C’mere, Kurs’kaded.” Another grunt of exertion as she forced her arms to move, though they were quick in how they turned to cave into the touch the minute Sabine offered, tucking themselves up into her side as their face found their spot in the crook of her neck, fisting the fabric of the uncomfortable shirt in their fists as their nose crinkled. 

“You don’t smell right,” They complained in a quiet whisper, bringing a tired giggle from the older woman.

“Plenty of time to fix that later, doubt anyone’s been able to nail my skin care routine during my nap,” Sabine’s fingers brushed through their hair, relaxing more and more with how their shoulders eased and the way the force around them felt like it started to clear. “Speaking of naps…”

“You need a medic,” But their voice was already thick with sleep, breath soft where it began to even out against Sabine’s neck, the offer of safety in the arms they’d been missing for so long too enticing; they couldn’t remember the last time they’d slept. 

“You spent so long watching after me, let me return the favor, just for a bit.. Someone will come along eventually.” It didn’t take Shin long at all to nod off with the promise, and the press of her fingers against Sabine’s scar to ground themselves to her life probably wasn’t detrimental to assuring her of the Mandalorian’s survival either. 

“You’re awake,” Sabine’s attention was pulled from the sleeping blonde for the first time in hours, stopping her thousandth trace of the constellations craved across their skin in beauty marks and freckles. 

“Or you’re just tripping really hard right now,” Sabine teased in a quiet whisper, watching Ahsoka as the woman moved to lower herself quietly into the seat closest to her. 

Ahsoka’s lips pursed, clearly fighting a smile as her hand came to rest on the open space of the mattress between them, itching towards touching Sabine to verify for herself just how alive her Apprentice was. Sabine gave a quiet, fake dramatic sigh as she brought her hand down to rest overtop of Ahsoka’s, much smaller than the Togruta’s as she curled her fingers around the older woman’s. “What did you guys even do while I’ve been out?”

“Well… Some of us-” Her eyes flickered to Shin before coming back to Sabine with a knowing look. “Waited for you to come back.” 

Sabine offered a nod of her head in understanding as she bought her other hand from Shin’s hair to rub circles into their back. “What about everyone else?”

“Mmm. Ezra and I handled the Imperial cell; There were whispers of a New First Order, but it doesn’t seem as if they’re organized enough, not after our last round of strikes.” Ahsoka shifted, hand slipping from Sabine’s to fill the empty canteen that had been sitting, just out of reach, toppled over when Sabine had reached for it in the force, too weak to grab it with her abilities, and too disappointed when she’d found it empty.

Water was filled and passed over gratefully, as quietly as possible to avoid disturbing the slow, heavy breathing from the slumbering wolf; the only reaction they had to Sabine gulping down water was to press their face closer to the movement of her throat and to slip under her shirt, chasing the warmth that had been steadily rising in the older woman’s skin. 

“How are you feeling?” Ahsoka asked at last as she returned to her chair, taking the canteen when Sabine had finally finished with it. 

“I’m not going anywhere for a hot minute, if that’s what you’re asking,” Sabine promised, knowing that she had zero intention of almost dying any time soon, and that she doubted she’d find a return to the battlefield for at least a month while she figured out the limits her wrecked body could handle.

“Next time, don’t push yourself so hard. It was a close one,” 

“You’re one to talk.”

“Sometimes, the student teaches the Master, you know.” Ahsoka’s facial marking rose with the knowing smirk she offered, before she shook her head and rose. “You should get more rest while you can, I’m sure the medics will come to check on you once they believe Shin is asleep and won’t attack them again.”

“.... again?...” 

“Go back to sleep, Sabine,” 

#sabineweek #whumptober 2023 #day two #no.16 #lyric #gurney #flatline #quote #icarus #star wars #ahsoka series #fanfiction #near death tw #explosions #sabine wren #shin hati #wolfwren #ahsoka #ahsoka tano

[friendlylocalwhumper]

whumptober alt. prompt no. 2: aftermath of failure

“Please, ple-, please, I can’t…” Chapped lips rasp out the faint, desperate words. Tear-beaded lashes flutter slowly. Quinn’s chin wobbles as they try to keep pleading, but can’t find the breath to.

Scar-ridged hands swipe over Quinn’s body quickly, harshly, healing magic seeking out the worst of the damage. They arch up when he presses on their stomach and finds tension that shouldn’t be there. Internal bleeding is bad, especially if they’re already pale and breathing weakly and crying from the pain.

Across the room, Tank lies vulnerable, too, rolling the back of his skull back and forth on the ground. His arms are limp under misshapen shoulders, one of his hips jutting out wrong, his chest purpling from busted ribs. He howled so loudly with each injury that Major’s head is still throbbing. If Major listens very closely, he can hear his big boyfriend moaning deep in his throat.

The brushing at Major’s hip distracts him, and his hands fall from Quinn as he turns to see that it’s Remy’s fingers brushing up against him, reaching feebly. Those big, kind eyes are full of fear, but not recognition. Blood drips down Remy’s cheek from his nose, from the corners of his eyes, from his ears. It sticks his back to the floor, too. Remy healed everyone, healed as much as he could, accepting the lashes from the whip as he went just for the chance to help his friends. Eventually he ran out of magic, and with that exhaustion came the blindness, the bleeding, the frigid skin and fading hearing.

Riku and Sonia lie in a pile where they were trying to protect each other. Sonia fought well, even better than Tank did, but when one of their captors lit up a cigarette, something in her posture changed and she got sloppy, got easier to pin. Major didn’t see what was done to the girls, but they’re being quiet and still and it’s freaking him the fuck out.

The burns across his body hurt, hurt a lot, but he almost feels numb to them right now as he sits heavily and looks over each friend, thoughts slow and jumbled. He just doesn’t know what to do.

Soft fingers keep knocking against his side. They find a shredded sleeve and tug on it, trying to pull him closer. Major jerks away from Remy’s touch, stomach flipping with guilt.

“Please,” Croaks the healer who lost his sight and hearing and too much blood from being too generous. Major slams his hands over his ears and squeezes his eyes shut, knees folding up to his chest.

He can still hear Quinn’s low weeping, and how it’s getting more and more feeble. He can hear Tank’s near-silent whines - he won’t even ask for healing, he doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt for him. The girls are too quiet, the captors are gone but not for long, and Remy’s still grasping at him.

The downed healer says something. Major growls in frustration and slides his hands up into his hair to pull on it, tugging frizzy locks in opposite directions. It makes his headache worse.

“...for me,” Continues his soft, drained boyfriend. Remy’s voice is cracking. “Ignore the - can you hear me? The pain. The, if anyone’s d-, dead… look for what’s gotta get fixed, now.”

Major tugs harder and grimaces through the burning of his scalp. Hits the side of his own head once, twice, trying to make his brain work.

Remy has found Major’s thigh and has laid his palm on it. “Bleeding out, cracked skull, ribs bending wrong, internal bleeding.” He’s rubbing Major’s leg in small swipes of his thumb. “Look at who has that.”

Reluctantly, the overwhelmed healer looks over at each body, reading tension and amount of blood spilled and varying levels of consciousness. Tank’s in so much pain, he deserves to be fixed up first, he always gets fucked up so bad protecting everyone - but Quinn’s stomach is full of blood and they’re fading, it looks like - but Riku, Sonia, are they dead or just halfway there?

He reaches down and snatches up Remy’s hand, crushing it in an anxious grip. Remy’s face crumples with discomfort and sympathy. “Weakest breaths, then.”

Instead of looking around, Major closes his eyes and listens, now. Quinn’s breathing is pretty bad. Tank’s is choppy with pain. Riku’s is quiet but even with focus. Sonia’s - he can’t hear it.

Remy’s hand is thrown aside, Quinn shoved out of the way as Major throws himself onto his feet and then skids to his knees beside the pile of two girls. Rough, impatient hands tear Riku up and back, violently unwrapping her arms from around the smaller girl. Riku whines in stress but can’t resist being manhandled, clutching at the stab wounds down her thighs.

Curled up on the floor is Sonia, short black hair ruffled, knuckles swollen, ankle twisted. Her eyes are closed and her chest is still.

He shoves two fingers up under her jaw, presses a palm over her heart, checks if her skin’s still warm. The heartbeat is weak, and… her body jolts once, weakly. An unconscious, spasmodic attempt to breathe. He yanks her jaw down, reaches down unflinchingly to try to find an obstruction in her throat, but there is none. She doesn’t react to him searching. Flustered with distress, aware that her brain could be taking damage already, he just plants one hand on her throat, the other over her lungs, and pours out the first burst of healing magic that he’s dared to use here.

The magic is soaked into her throat, tugged in by the injury, and he figures out after a second that something in there broke. The trachea or whatever. She was strangled, and everyone was too busted up or busy taking their own beating to save her.

“Fuck,” Mutters the healer, and he focuses fully on fixing the small bone. It’s less than a minute before her body rocks, tenses, and then she coughs once before sucking down a ragged breath. Her blue-tinged lips go purple.

If he’d waited another minute, if Remy didn’t help him figure out… he has to keep working, fast. Major leaves Sonia curling up on her side and choking out confused sobs, not even bothering to get to his feet, instead crawling in a wild rush to get back to Quinn. Like Remy said, internal bleeding. His hands press down over the tense stomach and pour in magic to close internal wounds, seal up organs, redirect blood where it should go. Quinn tries and fails to scream with the deep ache of it.

His own nose itches. Major swipes at it with the back of his hand and finds blood. As soon as Quinn’s stomach feels squishy like it should and they’re trying to form words, he abandons them and goes to Tank.

He didn’t even see the shape of Tank’s face from over there. Crooked jaw, crushed eye socket. It looks like he can barely breathe around the trickle of blood down his throat. One eye blinks blearily up at Major, but he doesn’t reach for his boyfriend.

Scarred hands pour out healing magic until the jaw thunks back into place, and the eye socket takes on its old shape, and the left shoulder uncrunches, and the right shoulder pops into its joint, and the hip grinds slowly until it too can be shoved back into its place. It’s odd that Tank isn’t screaming, howling in the thunderous way he did earlier. Major’s cloudy eyes flick up to inspect his boyfriend’s face, only to find that it is stretched in a scream.

A cold, twitching hand rises to feel at his own ear, and comes away bloody. Major backs away from his latest victim and swipes again, paranoid, only to find more blood dripping down from his earlobe.

Movement in the corner of his vision catches his eye, and he finds Remy trying to rise, stuck to the floor by his bloody flayed back. Nausea settles heavily in his gut and Major crawls over, slower than before, to grab his other boyfriend by the shoulders and pin him, healing him simultaneously. The golden light flows down to mend Remy’s back, and there again Major sees screaming that he can’t hear. Remy can’t hear it, either. Nearby, Quinn flinches from the sound.

Blood splatters on Remy’s cheek. For a horrifying moment Major wonders if somehow his skin was punctured from the inside as if there were an alien infesting Remy’s body. But then another small splatter appears, and he realizes his nose feels clogged. Still bleeding from there, then. At least Rem’s almost unstuck from the floor, almost able to get up and cower if he needs to.

Pain explodes in his back, and with an undignified screech that he can’t hear, Major collapses onto Remy. He’s dragged off and flipped over to gasp and blink up at the guy standing over him with a crowbar.

They can’t be back for more already. Everyone was almost dead. Major tosses his head side to side to watch as the other captors find each of his friends where they lie and drag them up, or start a new beating, or pin them to the floor. He might be yelling, might be cursing, he’s not sure. His throat aches already from whatever he’s doing in protest, but it’s hard to tell if it’s coming out coherent at all. The end of the crowbar rests against the underside of his jaw, and Major falls silent, aware of just how easily that dense metal could turn his head into soup.

He can’t hear anyone being hurt, can’t quite see the new damage with the new fuzzy dark spots floating in his vision, but as the crowbar is raised over him, Major knows that all that healing was pointless. He didn’t save anyone.

#whumptober2023 #no.30 #aftermath of failure #oc #writing #gore tw #near death tw #broken bones tw #internal bleeding tw #loss of senses tw #quinn #major #riku #sonia #tank #mine #captivity #torture

[mewintheflesh-2]

More Nightsky Headcanons :) Mostly About Winona, Mikey, and Nikey.

(Got some whump in this one.) (is it whump?) (I think so idk)

Winona likes to call Mikey Sky-Boy in a taunt kind of way, but a “I love you, idiot” kind of way

Mikey is not good at hiding his emotions as I’ve discussed, so sometimes he’ll just look at Winona in like any formal-wear and he just “Uhhhh, uhhhh einwidheiwneieneie hi” and his face is like red as a tomato and Winona’s just like LMAO Arceus I fucking love you

FOREHEAD KISSES all the time, hand kisses, they’re very comfortable with moderate PDA, but they’re like all over eachother when they’re mostly alone. Constantly hugging, holding hands, you know the drill. They’re so fucking adorable

Mikey is pretty decent at flirting, but Winona is always on top of her game. Flirting between the two almost always starts with Mikey saying something pretty good, and then Winona just knocking him to the ground metaphorically with something he could’ve never even guessed, something that leaves him absolutely stunned in the best way possible. He wants to someday find something he can say that will make Winona feel the same way.

Also, the outside of Team Sky’s base is decked the fuck out with wind chimes of all kinds. The area it’s in gets a shit ton of wind, which has also resorted in the base being partly wind powered.

anyways back to the Nightsky

Nikey often finds himself holding his own hand when he’s alone just to have some sense of what he used to have with Winona

Despite him very much being cursed, people outside his close proximity only know it to be a rumour. He prefers to keep it that way and will very much dock the pay of anyone who is too persistent to know.

The skin around the cursed eye is like… really gross. Like Marvel’s Spider Man 2 Symbiote Suit gross. The green dot below the eye has the texture and material of marble. The red iris can burn through almost any fabrics aside from one, which is exactly what his eyepatch is made of. He is EXTREMELY insecure about how the skin around his eye is and if anybody brings it up, he will either A. Threaten to kill them. B. Hurt them physically. Or C. Just leave and then hide away from everything and everyone. Depends on his mood.

There was a point in time where he got deadly sick for like a week, almost died, and nobody knew because everyone assumed he was just self isolating again. He didn’t think of his sickness as much at first, just a small cold, he’ll just wait it out. But as it went on, and he began to feel worse, he began having intense physical symptoms, began to be unable to stand even with a cane. He began to rely on dry snacks in his house as he couldn’t do anything to cook for himself, which only worsened his condition as it was mostly unhealthy food. He was lucky he even had any water in his room in the first place, otherwise he surely would’ve been dead long before anyone found him.

He couldn’t call for help either. His voice was too quiet and hoarse to call out for the bodyguards standing guard right outside his house. He began to experience extreme delirium and even when he was breaking things inside his house in an attempt to call attention to someone, anyone- to help him. The guards just assumed he was having another episode. Constant burning inside his body, jolts of pain coarse go through his body like lightning any time he moved. He couldn’t sleep either, which only worsened his delirium and caused more intense hallucinations. Hallucinations of people he loved, people he lost, whether by death or otherwise. Hallucinations of people he killed.

It wasn���t until he crawled to his front door, scratching and clawing, unable to stand up to reach all the locks he had brandished on the entrance to his house, that someone finally opened the door and saw the horrible state he was in. His hair was a mess, his skin was dirty, he was barely clothed, and his eyepatch was missing. He began to be treated on sight by his personal doctor, who was called for an emergency to his house. But his condition was far too severe for that to suffice. He was taken to the nearest hospital and put into emergency treatment.

Turns out, the reason he had fallen so deathly ill was due to a deadly poison known as “Parasect G” which is known to kill any recipient within the next 24 hours after consumption. The doctors said it was a miracle Nikey had even survived for as long as he did, especially with how he was handling it. The doctors also found that his body had been suffering from long term and deadly amounts of intense stress. They ended up keeping him in the hospital for months to get his body to be even remotely healthy.

Nikey hadn’t realised just how exhausted and in pain he’d been for the past 5 years. And when he found himself alone in his hospital room, all he could do was cry. He’d been so… tired. All this time he was so tired- and now he was feeling it, all at once. He just wanted to curl into a ball and dissipate into pure light. All he could do now… was make the most of his hospital-ridden state, and just take the time to just… rest. Weeks after recovery, Nikey found himself vaguely wishing that it had taken him out. Or that he could atleast be that close to the brink again, because atleast then, he could be taken to the hospital again, and have time to breathe again. He has a purpose, he’s the ruler of the world, and yet… he feels so lost. Like he’s waiting for something that’ll never come, that he doesn’t even know what it is. But he’s holding out for something.

And he will get that something. Whatever it may be.

#Tw illness #illness tw #cw illness #illness cw #illness whump #exhaustion whump #maybe #Tw hospital #tw hospital mention #hospital tw #hospital mention #near death tw #tw near death experience #team sky #team nightsky #nightsky mikey #sky mikeys #nightsky winona #Team nightsky headcanons #clearskiesshipping #Starting to feel strange about tagging these with the mandjtv tag #mandjtv

[pure-vanilla-lilies]

A Snake Shouldn’t Be Trusted

Story Description: “A snake like yourself shouldn’t be here.”

Characters: Milk Tea Cookie, Bittersweet Mocha Cookie, Affogato Cookie & Dark Cacao Cookie

Story Warnings: Angst, Betrayal, Near Death Situations, Strong Language.

Note: This is a sequel to the first story! Milk Tea belongs @sugaaaaaaaar hope ya guys enjoy!

It’s been weeks since Milk Tea’s encounter with Bittersweet Mocha, and she don’t want to remember it at all. Even with the warnings that Affogato told her about his daughter being an snake eye cookie and her being dangerous, Milk Tea still wanted to know what she was planning. Walking through the cidil, Milk Tea seen Affogato talking to his daughter, but she don’t know what they were talking about. But something caught her eyes as she walked closer before she accidentally tripped on herself and fell which made the two stop talking. Not only Milk Tea distributed their conversation, Affogato handed something to his daughter which made her walk away as she covered her face with her fan. As soon as Bittersweet Mocha left the area, Affogato helped Milk Tea up which made her embarrassed about what happened.

“You shouldn’t really be wondering around at night, it’s not safe for a cookie like yourself.” Affogato said as he looked behind him.

Milk Tea was confused about it, what did Affogato mean by that? Was something lurking around the kingdom or was it something dangerous. Before Milk Tea could walk towards where Bittersweet Mocha was at, but Affogato stopped her.

“Milk Tea it’s to dangerous please and I mean please go back to your room.. It’s for your safety..” Affogato said in a worry tone.

A soft sigh escape from Milk Tea as she agreed, with Milk Tea walked back to her room, she waited for Affogato to go in his room before she could sneak out again. With minuets passed, Affogato went back into his room and it gave Milk Tea the opportunity to see what’s happening. With Milk Tea walking through the halls again, she had an small lantern as she walked through the halls and only stopped to see Bittersweet Mocha standing in front of something but she couldn’t help to get a closer look but stopped in her tracks, her heart was racing fast as she saw Affogato’s daughter in front of the king.

“You became weak my king, not only your weak but everyone knows your a disgrace to the kingdom. Your son would’ve make a better king than you. Hm what do you want, a memory that will drive you insane or a slow and painful process of death. Pick your choice my king.”

The king didn’t reply which only made Bittersweet Mocha only giggle, as her snake like eyes looked at Dark Cacao, something triggered him. It was something, it was an memory, it only made the king groan in pain as Bittersweet Mocha held her knife near the kings chin.

“One last call my king. Choose.. Your.. Damn.. Fate!” Bittersweet Mocha yelled as her knife slowly cut into him.

Milk Tea couldn’t watch anymore, she backed away before she back into someone. It made her heart race faster more and more, when she looked behind her she couldn’t see who it was before something made her pass out.

“You should’ve listen. The snake’s daughter will make everything better.” ??? Said.

Morning arose, Milk Tea shot up from her bed and looked around and seen someone in her room. That person was Bittersweet Mocha, she was nervous about her. Affogato was right, she was dangerous to be in this kingdom but why the king won’t get rid of her? Fear, greed or something else? Who knows to be honest.. With Bittersweet Mocha placed a tray of tea and jellies on her tray, she gently smiled at Milk Tea and sat on the bed.

“You look like you seen a ghost.”

“What happened last night? What did you do to king dark cacao?” Milk Tea questioned.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s fine. Here drink and eat this it will help you.” Bittersweet Mocha said she softly smiled.

Milk Tea don’t trust her but she refuses to drink and eat the jellies. Bittersweet Mocha sighed as she sat up from the bed and walked out.

“If I was you Milk Tea, I would be careful especially around me. You won’t know what will happen next.”

“What you mean by that?” Milk Tea questioned.

“You’ll find out soon, like I said don’t act all goodie towards me. You will fucking regret it.” Bittersweet Mocha replied.

With Bittersweet Mocha closed the door, Milk Tea had to think about what happened. Something is happening around the kingdom. She had to warn the king, but she had to think.. Will even Affogato let her towards the king or something else. Milk Tea has to think about it…

‘What is Affogato planning.. What is his daughter planning too.. What are they both planning.. I.. I have to figure it out..’

#lilles writing #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #cookie run ocs #milk tea cookie #bittersweet mocha cookie #dark cacao cookie #affogato cookie #angst tw #near death tw #betray #some language

[madmanwonder]

Ask

Crossover AU

How did your battle with Brair go James? Were you able to deal with her or not?

"It gone poorly for me." James replied as he held his bleeding side as the doctor and nurses were intending to the intensive damage to his cybernetics and the large loss of blood.

#rwby #rwby shitpost #league of legend #league of legend shitpost #lol #lol shitpost #briar lol #briar the restrained hunger #james ironwood #general ironwood #crossover au #crossover au ask #near death experience #near death tw

[harveyb-wabbit92]

Subway Bosses scenarios: He walks/drives you home.

[ Ingo/Emmet is concerned to find out how late Y/n gets off work.]

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Ingo: Ingo was just getting off of work when he noticed a light on in one of the cubicles, he assumed it was one of the cleaners just checking around the offices for left over trash, until he heard a familiar voice yawn, the conductor frowned sure enough he found Y/n sitting the cubicle looking over Ticket checks and contraband records... Which wasn't her job.

Ingo's perpetual frown seem to deepened. "Y/n." the y/ht woman nearly jumped out of the chair hearing his voice suddenly pop up behind her. "Oh, Ingo what are you doing here so late?" she aske flustered while her boss/boyfriend cocked a brow at her. "I could ask you the same thing? " He hummed still waiting for an explanation he curiously spied the name plaque on cubicle wall, Timmins... "Well, Holly is on maternity leave and they hired a temp...uh, Maze?" Ingo stomach churned he had feeling where this was going...

"She hasn't been doing her work, or rather, she does it half-assed and then plays Solitaire for the rest of her shift, than clocks out at 5."   

"And how long has this been going on for?"

" two weeks..."

"And when do you usually leave at?"

"1am -2:45 if it was rush day."

Ingo frowned upon hearing this  he did not like that Y/n had been held back that late doing work that wasn't even hers to begin with, without a word Ingo grabbed a another chair and turned on the other computer. "W-wait Ingo, you don't have to-" he shot her a stern look that shut her up. "Hand me the Rotom-pad." He hummed Y/n complied as Ingo set it down between the and the two got to typing, needless to say Ingo was annoyed at all the error and unrecorded data this Maze woman failed to resister to the records, he wondered how many people have had a free ride or had brought contraband onto the trains for the last two weeks? at around 12:15 am they finally finished. 

Ingo surprised Y/n again when he offered to take her home again she tried to tell him he didn't have to, as he already helped her enough! but he was persistent. Call it a gut feeling, but Ingo felt like he needed to take Y/n home in case something happened, they got to Ingo's car. "Shouldn't we wait for Emmet?" y/n inquired as they got in, Ingo explained that Emmet went home with his girlfriend about twenty minutes ago.

 "She works just as late as we do." he said glancing at Y/n who hummed recalling seeing the barista still working in the grind station whenever she clocked out, the two did some idle chatter as they came at the intersection it was around 1:15 on the radio, when suddenly the couples horror and shock as a truck ran the red light just missing the front of Ingo's car which caused him to instinctively hold on Y/n, they watched the truck roll and crash into a vending machine. 

The two stared at the scene in shock. "Holy s-shit, that would've been me!" Y/n stammered staring at the crushed vending machine, she always stops by that machine for a late night snack or drink before getting home, if Ingo hadn't insisted on driving her home... then Y/n would've been a pancake under that mess metal and glass. After the police were called and statements were taken the adrenaline wore off. Ingo and Y/n continued back to her home it was now 2:30am, they were both exhausted when Y/n was getting out she noticed Ingo was passing out on his steering wheel. 

Without hesitation Y/n tiredly blurted out. "You can't drive, wanna sleep with me?" Ingo snapped right up and looked at her cheeks Cheri red. "w-wha-what?" he mumbled in shock Y/n face felt hot as she fiddled with her shirt. "I don't mean like that, I meant sleep sleep." Ingo awkwardly nodded and parked in Y/n's drive way, and joined her inside.

Since Ingo didn't go home last night, coupled with facts that A) His last of text of the night was : [Dropping Y/n off at her home, be back later...]  and B) He and Y/n had come in to work together. People had assumed things, and Emmet would not stop smirking at his brother, even when Ingo insisted nothing happened. "Riiiight, I believe you.~ *wink*" was his younger brother's response, Ingo groaned burying his burning face into his hands.

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Emmet: 11:47 Emmet was stretching as he waited for Ingo finished up some last minute paperwork so they could go home when he heard the bell from the Grind station door jingling, he hummed confused as he thought it was just him and his brother who were at the station this late? Color Emmet surprised when he saw Y/n walking out of the coffee shop hauling two heavy looking trash bags out to the alley to the dumpster, then go back inside wash her hands, and went over to the register. 

Emmet walked in the still open door he nodded at the Joltiks he had guarding the shop who were peeking out from under a table. "Y/n, what are you still doing here?" he hummed curiously while mentally frowning at the her obvious exhaustion. "My job, what's it look like?" she huffed trying to not to yawn. "I looks like your co-workers bailed and left you with their work." The y/ht woman froze for a second then kept counting out the till. "I guess I hit the nail on the head, hm?~" he teased reaching out to play with the drawstrings of her hoodie for a bit. "They said they were sick, then I checked Wydat and saw pic of them clubbing." Y/n sighed bitterly Emmet hummed watching her work before noticed a broom and dust pan out and she needed put the chairs up, Emmet decided to help.

Before Y/n knew what was going on Emmet started picking the chairs up and setting them on the tables. "Emmet you don't-" Y/n began only for the conductor to quiet her down. "Uh-uh, I'm not letting you stay here all night doing work that wasn't yours to begin with." he huffed as he continued staking the chairs, while Y/n put the money in the changing room safe, locking it and started wiping down the counter, while Emmet swept up the floors, they finished up at around 12, Y/n finished turning everything off and locked up the shop while Emmet waited for her by the fountain after texting Ingo he was walking Y/n home and will be late coming back. 

Again Y/n was hesitant about Emmet walking her home as she didn't want to keep him any later, But she been with Emmet long enough to know once he's decided to do something he'll stubbornly stick to it until the end, that and call it boyfriend's intuition but Emmet had a feeling he needed to walk Y/n home, he felt something bad might happen if he didn't, luckily that didn't have walk far as Y/n's apartment building wasn't too far from the station only a three blocks away... so there they were laughing chatting on the ground floor.  

Y/n called the elevator she was too busy staring at Emmet when she heard the doors open and took a step, in seconds she watched Emmet's demeanor change he tensed up as his face contort into shock as his arms jutted out grabbing her waist and practically lifted her in the air as he quickly yanked the y/ht woman back towards him, Y/n yelped as she face planted into his chest. What the hell?" she hissed holding her nose Emmet was shaking he kept a death grip on her waist and pointed behind her.

Y/n looked and gasped when she saw the elevator doors were opened, but the car wasn't there just an empty shaft, before she could say anything they heard a loud snap and few seconds later, Emmet had instinctively covered Y/n with his body as the elevator car came speeding passed them and crashed down into the basement, making the whole building shake as plume of smoke came up from the basement followed by the fire alarms going off.... 

The couple gawked the whole scene in stunned silence, before Emmet chuckled nervously. "Well, I guess your sleeping at my place tonight" he said almost dazed as the sprinklers went off, Y/n just nodded not even going argue with him. 

Since Y/n get's to the Gear station earlier then everyone else she greeted Emmet as she normally did with his usual coffee, but the white clad conductor was pouting at her, Y/n looked at him confused "What's wrong, Em?" The y/hc woman hummed brow raised. "You left before I woke up! it's not fair! I wanted to snuggle you more!" he whined while Y/n hissed at him to keep his voice down, when she noticed Ingo's car pulled in.

“Look, there's your Brothhhh..." Y/n's brain seem to short circuited when she saw Ingo and that Ticket Attendant he's always hovering around exit his car together! Emmet was confused about Y/n's odd reaction and turned around and gawked at his brother. Who was in a lip lock with his girlfriend, after not coming home last night! 

Emmet proceeded to forget about his lack of cuddles and went to go pester Ingo about this sudden development! While Y/n mentally apologized to Ingo for what she's unleashed on him 

#pokemon fanfiction #pokemon x reader #submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo x reader #subway boss emmet x reader #fem reader #Ticket attendant! reader #barista!reader #near death tw

[betweenthetimeandsound]

The lake glimmers in the effusive moonlight, but throwing myself in, it traps me like the river I grew up on. The sapphire depths know me like the seaweed which clings on my ankles, and I flail as I try to escape. Blinded even in freshwater, I glisten only through my gills, breathing only acidic bubbles, unbalancing the atmosphere. I still have a pulse, but I'm going to arrest, finding myself in the torn sails of Vela, a fading star plummeting from grace. In the shipwreck I emerge, shrieking and clawing my way back to the woods in a sapphire night. --Elda Mengisto

#poetry #my poetry #poets on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #smittenbypoetry #smittenbypoetrygame #late night #dive #swimming #a death in the water #lake #memories #near death tw #near death experience

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

Being Afraid Doesn’t Mean You’re Weak (Part 2)

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: When things go wrong in Jötunheim and the team is betrayed, you risk your life to set things right. But, can Rick save you before it is too late?

Word Count: 1898

TW: Hurt/Comfort, Canon Character Death, Strangulation, Stabbing, Happy Ending

Part 1, Part 2

Series Masterlist

Rick groaned as he finally managed to open his eyes. The decimated room around him did little to trigger his memories of what had happened. He pushed himself up to his knees and groaned loudly as a sharp, throbbing pain shot through his stomach. Glancing down, he saw a thick piece of metal jutting out of his side. Grasping the end tightly, he slowly pulled it out as he grunted and gasped through the pain.

He looked around the room, wondering where you had ended up, if you were okay. And that’s when it all came flooding back to him. The mission to Corto Maltese, comforting you and confessing your mutual feelings on the plane, the decimation of your squad, your soft fingers gently tending to his wounds as you stole another kiss, team two finding you at the resistance camp, the secret glances and longing touches when no one was looking, waiting for Grieves at the bar, things getting hot and heavy in the back room until you were interrupted by Grieves arrival, your passionate kiss on the rooftop just before loading back into the van, discovering the horrifying truth in the basement of Jötunheim, then….. Peacemaker.

Rick staggered to his feet as he remembered Peacemaker pulling the gun on him, your eyes growing wide at the sight. And just as everyone else had become distracted by the shaking of the building, you had knocked Peacemaker’s gun from his hands, grabbed the drive from Rick, and took off running. Strongest and bravest person he had ever met.

Peacemaker had taken off after you, but before Rick could follow, the ceiling collapsed, knocking him unconscious and separating him from the two of you. Which meant you were alone somewhere with the drive and Peacemaker on your heels.

As quickly as he could, Rick dug through the rubble until he made a hole big enough to squeeze through. When he made it to the other side where he had last seen you, he took off down the hall as fast as his battered body would let him.

Stumbling slightly, Rick heard a faint, familiar sound in the distance. As he got closer, he realized why he recognized it. It was the sound you had made on the plane as you gasped desperately trying to catch your breath. He hurried forward and as he turned the corner, he froze as he felt a surge of terror pierce his heart.

Peacemaker was kneeling over you with his massive hands wrapped around your throat. Your eyes were bulging wildly and your chest violently spasmed beneath him as you struggled to get even the smallest wisps of air into your lungs. Your hands were scratching frantically at Peacemaker’s face, neck, and hands, and deep bloody nail marks littered his skin. But they did little to stop him. As Rick watched, your body stilled, and your head fell to the side. For a split second, your eyes met his and he saw a flash of recognition just before your eyes drifted closed.

“No!” he roared as he charged Peacemaker.

The sound startled the larger man, who had been gazing somberly down at your limp body. He loosened his grip just enough that when Rick tackled him, both men flew past you and landed in a tangled heap on the floor.

Rick didn’t give Peacemaker even a second to regain his senses. Instead, he drove his fist into his face over and over as hard as he could, blinded by rage. All he could see was Peacemaker’s hands around your throat and your eyes drifting shut.

Rick grabbed a shard of plaster off the floor and thrust it deeply into Peacemaker’s throat, pinning him to the floor. The man was still faintly gurgling and gasping as Rick climbed off him and hurried to your side. You weren’t moving. He leaned down and pressed his ear firmly against your chest. Silence.

“No, no, no, no. Come on, darlin’. Please, don’t do this to me.” He tore open your tac vest and began performing chest compressions. “Wake up. I need you to wake up. Please, baby girl, please just wake up. Do you hear me? Come on. Just. Wake. Up.”

And with one final pound on your chest, your body arched violently as it took its first breath. Rick let out a cry of relief as you began gulping in lungful after lungful of air, your eyes flying open. Your throat was making a raspy, wheezing sound that Rick had never heard before and each breath seemed to be causing you pain. But at least you were alive.

As you tried desperately to catch your breath through your injured throat, Rick gathered you into his arms so you were leaning your back against his chest. He grabbed your hand as he whispered, “It’s okay, darlin’. I’ve got you. You’re safe now. I’m not going to let anything else happen to you, I swear. Just breathe with me. Breath for breath. Just like on the plane. Remember?”

It was almost imperceptible, but Rick felt you nod against his chest. Slowly, you managed to match his breathing until you were once again breathing as one. For the first time, Rick took a good look at your face. Beneath the layer of dust and dirt, you had a black eye, a swollen cheek, and a bruised jaw, all clearly made by a fist. Rick’s heart simultaneously ached and swelled with pride. Whatever had happened before he had found Peacemaker strangling you, you hadn’t gone down without a fight.

Finally, you managed to choke out, “Rick… is he….?” The sound was scratchy, raw, and almost inaudible but he managed to understand you.

“Yeah, he’s been taken care of.” You nodded slightly and Rick could feel some of the tension ease out of your shoulders. He squeezed your hand and asked, “Where’s the drive?”

“When I was running from him, I found Cleo. I slipped it to her and had her hide, so he thought I still had it.”

“So, Cleo has it?”

You nodded. “But I don’t know where she went. I kept running to lead him away from her. But then he caught me and…”

Suddenly, the entire building began to shake. Rick instantly covered you with his body as dust and debris dropped from the roof. Luckily, all of the biggest chunks missed the two of you and Rick only ended up with a few small bumps and scrapes.

As everything settled down, Rick noticed he could still feel a slight rumbling deep within the building. He said, “We need to get out of here. Now. Do you think you can walk?”

“I can try.” He carefully helped you to your feet, but after just a few steps it became apparent that you were still too weak and lightheaded from your ordeal with Peacemaker to make it very far on your own.

Rick asked, “I need my hands free so do you think you can hold on?”

When you nodded, Rick lifted you onto his back with one hand. You looped your arms around his neck tightly as your legs wrapped around his waist. He winced as you squeezed on the gash on his side, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just took off briskly towards the exit.

You rested your head gently on his shoulder as you muttered, “Thank you for saving me, Rick.”

He chuckled, “Well, it’s like you said back on the plane. When I care about somethin’, I’ll do everythin’ in my power to protect it. And it’s become pretty clear to me that there’s no one I care about more than you, darlin’.”

You squeezed him tighter with your arms as you placed a small, lingering kiss to the back of his neck. Then you asked, “Are you still scared of me? Of us?”

He shook his head. “Never again. I thought I lost you back there and it made me realize how stupid I had been to waste all this time we could have had just because I was afraid. So, no more. I know there are gonna be consequences for what we did here. Waller won’t let us just walk away after we threatened to expose everythin’. But I want you with me, whatever happens. Because I’m not scared anymore.”

He finished speaking just as he carried you outside and placed you on the ground. And it wasn’t a moment too soon. Suddenly, whatever was left of Jötunheim exploded into a mess of stone and dust as Starro the Conqueror burst from his prison.

Neither you nor Rick could do anything but look on in horror as the towering creature roared loudly. The two of you exchanged worried glances as Rick said, “Okay. I might be scared again.” To which you just nodded your agreement.

You were both right to be scared. Starro was more terrifying than anything the Suicide Squad had ever faced despite his bright blue and pink color scheme. Rick had worried about you aiding the rest of the team, but you had recovered enough to help out. In fact, you even managed to push Abner out of the way mere seconds before he was crushed under one of Starro’s massive appendages.

And now that the creature had been defeated, Rick steered you over to the helicopter as it landed, his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder. As the danger faded further and further into the past, your adrenaline was wearing off and the events of the past few days were starting to hit both of you pretty hard. Rick helped lift you into the helicopter and you both staggered to your seats.

As you settled in, Rick saw a flash of fear in your eyes as the bird began to rise into the air. Digging through one of the pockets in his cargo pants, he pulled out a small baggie and handed it to you. The fear instantly faded as you took the sleeping pill from his hand. “You saved it?”

“Of course. I never doubted we would both be headin’ home, and that meant you would need it for the return trip. It got a little crushed, but it should work just as well.”

You leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, then you brushed his filthy hair out of his face. “Thank you, Rick. This means so much. That you kept it with you, kept it safe, the whole time.”

He smiled as he grabbed a water bottle from DuBois who had been watching your whole interaction with a smirk. As he handed it over, he gave Rick a knowing nod, but Rick ignored him. He then gave you the water and you swallowed what was left of your pill. Then he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his chest.

Softly, you whispered, “Will you still be here when I wake up? I mean, you won’t leave while I’m asleep… will you?”

Rick leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, “’Course I’ll be here, darlin’. I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.”

You snuggled deeper into him, and after a few moments, he thought you had drifted off to sleep. But just as he started to drift off himself, he heard you breathe, “Forever then. Nothing less than forever.”

#sfw repost #fic #rick flag #rick flag x reader #rick flag x you #joel kinnaman #peacemaker #john cena #dc #dc x reader #hurt & comfort #hurt/comfort #hurt and comfort #happy ending #character death tw #near death tw

[artsysurvivor]

Drowning Facts

For... no particular reason. (Lying).

Let's start with this: the average amount someone can hold their breath is around 30 seconds to 2 minutes. (Although one could train to hold their breath for longer). After that, the body automatically tries to breath normally.

Within 3 minutes of not breathing, most people pass out.

In drowning incidences, one of the obvious outcomes is death. However, after they are unconscious it doesn't necessarily mean they are dead yet. As said before, the body automatically tries to breath again--so, if one is taken out of the water during that time, they should be fine.

Well... aside from troubles with remembering things, poor motor coordination, and general poor judgement. They could also have swollen abdomens and vomiting, blueish skin, fast or slow heartbeat, weak pulse, coughing, increased breathing, and the obvious shortness of breath. Chest pain is also an occurrence, as well as lethargy and change of skin color. (Lethargy in the medical field is pathological sleepiness/drowsiness).

Another symptom, if the person was drowning for longer than 15 minutes, is pink froth that may come out of the victim's mouth or nose as a result of "hemolysis," which is a destruction of red blood cells. Less then 15 minutes the froth will be closer to white; longer than 15 minutes, around the 50 minute mark, the froth is more brown in color.

If the victim was drowning for more than 5 minutes, a coma/a death is possible due to neurons in the brain dying.

Also, just to be clear, dry drowning is technically a thing, but it has a lot of misconceptions.

Mainly, lungs after drowning sometimes don't have water in them, which causes this confusion–but what really happens is a process called "laryngeal spasm." This is when the lungs close up to not let excess water in. So when someone is drowning, it's less the overflow of water in the lungs and more of lack of oxygen to the brain.

Relatedly, secondary drowning is the less accurate term of secondary injury. This happens when the laryngeal spasm doesn't happen in time, allowing water to get into the victim's lungs. Too much of that can cause breathing problems and lung damage 6 to 12 hours later.

One example of a condition that this could cause is called pulmonary edema. It includes excess fluids in lungs and swelling.

Symptoms of drowning show up either immediately after or up to 24 hours later depending on which symptom one is talking about. For this reason, after someone nearly drowns it is vitally important they get a doctor to check up on them.

[Sources: Santa Maria Law, DRUGS, ALBERTA, PH.D, Unity Point, Cleveland Clinic]

#drowning facts #“(Lying)” I'll just link this post for the fandom related one !! #PSA #secondary drowning #dry drowning #important to note #I think anyway #is longgg #near death tw #drowning mentions

[fatefought]

where: annie cresta's hotel room

when: the evening of day seven of the quarter quell

annie wants to scream at the hologram as eyes remain glued. it's been hours of ezra klair of district two following fletcher. she's been frozen in the same spot since. if the hotel room couch wasn't so lush in the way every detail of the capitol seems to be, you'd think an imprint would be found in her place the way she's sunk in. where's his survival instinct ? he's done so much better than her. fletcher's academy training shows, even in his slight foolish mistakes. isn't it human nature to almost have an eerie feeling that someone is watching you though ? that doesn't even take into account something like the arena. it makes her want to yell until her throat is sore.

is this what it's like to watch an oncoming collision that cannot be stopped ? before her time in the arena, annie struggled watching the hunger games. after, it was much worse. it was so panic and tear inducing until she had no choice but to switch the program off. last year was the first she could stomach, barely even. her relationship with fletcher isn't a good one, but that's still her father ; rose volunteering made for more anguish as that's her friend. forgoing viewing the quell was never an option.

still, watching the two grown men wrestle was incredibly off-putting. the man that thea ellis and cadence kentwell care for overpowers fletcher with an ease. it feels particularly evil when he mutters about fletcher leaving him behind. breath freezes into ice that makes it hard not to feel like she's choking as blade tears through tender flesh. remote is fished out from the couch cushion, desperate to turn the holographic off. she knows she should see it through, watch until the end. a lot of people are forced to ; the tributes have no choice in watching their life flash before their very eyes. but she can't.

instead, she elects for a shower. cresta places a fresh tank top and some shorts on the sink countertop before slipping out from what she's worn for the day. swiftly she enters, turning the shower on to a burning heat. it's scolding against her bare skin. tears freely drop as she lets her hair get coated in the flowing stream. he's dead. she feels it in her core so deeply that once again she wants to scream or maybe bash her knuckles against the tiling of the shower wall. she wants to go home, hold her son or hug her grandma. she wishes she could see finn, tell him that it wasn't his fault. because surely he feels responsible, the way he does for all the tributes he's mentored. soon, they'll both be home at four again though. the three, most important people to annie will all be under the same roof again.

she hopes it's rose that takes it all. natalia shouldn't have to bury her daughter. if not her, then hazelle ; she's a mother and means a lot to katniss everdeen. if it became ezra klair ... at least thea and cadie will be happy. annie's smile might be feigned for a while, but their happiness matters a lot to her too. thoughts race and she can spend hours in here. but she hears something, sounds like someone's angry in the hallway.

haphazardly, annie dries off and throws her loungewear on. the commotion gets louder as she gets into the living room. she opens the door, it's one of neighboring suites. someone's yelling about the games. men in white enter the hallway. swiftly, she closes her door once more. peacekeepers utilize force more often than not. they're probably just checking on the noise as other victors and some prominent figureheads' families are staying on this floor. seeing a peacemaker here isn't the most shocking thing.

the aggressive knocking is however. she's hoping when brown eyes look into the peephole it's anyone than who she's expects it to be ; it's the peacekeepers. three of them, and they look angry. she opens the door for them. " miss cresta, we have some questions for you if you'd please join us. " it feels like a lie. three of them makes it feel dangerous. but her mind goes to her fiancé and their child, putting up a fight seems like it will only cause trouble. maybe this is just protocol for family of tributes who have died. of course, annie cresta is in the dark of what transpired in the arena once the holo was disconnected.

down the hall to the elevator, the four head together. they flank her, it's uncomfortable but they aren't being forceful. in the lobby, more guests complain about the broadcast no longer working. strange. they keep escorting her out however. they open the backseat door to the squadron car. before annie can duck down and enter willingly, the peacekeeper directly behind her grabs the back of her head and bashes her face against the exterior of the pristine vehicle. her head rings and blood cascades down her face as well as down the throat. the car is parked covertly. later on, she'll reason it's to not terrify any capitolites. nobody sees, and the ride is a blur. the rest of the night is too.

she'll learn that ezra klair didn't finish off fletcher cresta. but the government is convinced that not just he but finnick odair were all in on it. the latter particularly doesn't make sense ; finn wouldn't keep something so big from her. annie will have time to stew on the thought as she sits cold in this monochromatic cell. the longer she sits, the more it begins to feel like her impending coffin. slowly, more and more faces arrive on the block. what is going on ?

#eventideevent03 #eventidepast #* drabble / annie . #self harm tw #blood tw #knife tw #near death tw #violence tw

[kalevalakryze]

A Galaxy Far, Far Away

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka Series Pairings: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren, Ahsoka Tano, Huyang, Peridea Bandits, Noti Warnings: Violence, Blood, Betrayal, Near Death Experiences, Collapse, Force Bond(?) Notes: For Whumptober Day  8 Alternate Prompt Prompt: Betrayal Word Count: 2,823 AO3 Link: Here!

Shin did not speak the same languages as the Nomad Bandits, yet when she came to their camp and announced herself, it was in welcome. The warmest welcome they could hope to receive after… everything. They’d supplied everything she needed to travel alongside them, things even her own… Baylan, had provided once, the first time the world had spat her back out on their own. A tent, a bedroll, materials to make her own fire, and a bowcaster to hunt with, including the minimal training it would take to fire the primitive weapon.

She had to grow used to the rancid taste of howlers and Noti after their hunts, had to coerce her own Howler to take what he could get; the planet’s resources were scarce, it was a graveyard, after all. 

It wasn’t long before Shin had found herself in an odd sense of leadership with the bandits, the chief looked to her often enough on their hunt for the Noti, as the Force seemed to be consistently pulling her towards it.

The true hunt did not start until the Bandit chief was found deceased among the remains of a Noti camp, lightsaber burns seared through his flesh and a blaster burn slotted into the visor of his helmet; The body was too decayed for them to tell how long it had been, with the wildlife eating him up over the days and the rains washing away much other evidence. Shin had watched the Chimera fly into the atmosphere, had breathed a sigh of relief at the knowledge that the Togruta, Mandalorian, and scruffy Jedi were long gone; and yet… Shin had seen Ahsoka kill Marrok, the burns on what was left of the chief’s flesh would have been an exact match to the ones on Marrok, in the seconds she’d seen the smoldering remains, before he had disappeared into nothingness.

That was the day the hunt began for Shin; Hunting Sabine Wren was her purpose, it was all they knew, the last normal they had, and the last mission her Master had given her before he’d… changed. 

The Force seemed to be in agreement with the lonesome apprentice, guiding her across the badlands of Peridea in the tracks of the Noti and Jedi, staying just enough behind to stay off their radar. Shin had closed herself off from the force just enough that the pull had felt like basic instinct; convincing herself that abruptly cutting herself off was necessary to keep the blues of the predatory Togruta off of her, to stop the Mandalorian from looking at her again. 

The months passed in an exhilarating whirlwind for the young wolf; The Mandalorian’s Hero Complex often had her falling behind the pack to keep up with lagging Noti, giving Shin ample opportunity to attack; reminding them of their only remaining purpose on the graveyard planet. 

The night’s hunt hadn’t gone much differently than the others Shin had fallen short on in the last month, returning to camp with less ‘soldiers’ than she’d left with, and waning on their short supply of medical materials to keep the few that did survive alive longer. 

The tension in the camp had become palpable, even for the wolf who couldn’t understand, feeling the hostility rise had her on edge more and more, bringing her into seclusion even from the nomads who’d taken her in. When the betrayal came, Shin hadn’t been surprised. 

They came for her in the late hours of the night, with the moon high in the sky and weapons at the ready; without the force, and without her saber seeing action in months, they had quickly overwhelmed her. At least, as a jagged blade pierced her stomach and the ground rushed up to meet her, she had a view of the sky.

Shin had to wonder if their home was visible from here, the home where Baylan had promised to never leave, where their routine had never been broken, and where they could always sleep securely, knowing that even in their most suspicious lodgings, they were safe. 

Picking a random constellation, Shin thought of home. Her living situation had changed many times over the months, yet her home had only changed once. When she left the apprentice of Ahsoka Tano in a situation similar to her own, when fate had entwined her course so intimately with the Mandalorian, that even she could not disillusion herself of the reality. 

In what Shin thought would be their last few agonizing moments, they opened themselves up to the force one last time. Muscles convulsed at the electricity that coursed through their veins, forcing her body from its relaxed state, filling her with the need to move. 

Her body was on fire as she shoved herself up and out of the dirt, away from the pool of blood that had seeped from her wounds, away from the corpse of the handful of bandits she’d managed to drop on her scramble from her tent. Each step forward hurt more than the last, but the force persisted, and so did she. 

Blood dribbled past their lips, parted with each rattling, wheezing breath, boots dragging in the dirt as she walked. When a cold, wet nose brushed against her arm from the tear in her tunic, her hand reached out to bury in the howler’s fur. 

Fenrir whined as he pushed into Shin, winding himself around her until the blonde was collapsing into his side, staining his fur with her blood. Everything started to fade, then, as the wind caught in her hair and the steady thuds of his paws on the earth begged her to sleep, even as the force echoed out, seeming to beg of her just one more minute. 

The Howler released a series of urgent barks as his gait slowed, paws tapping against stone as he came to his destination. The snap-hiss of lightsabers activating and the rush of Noti slamming themselves in their crawls was enough to have Shin fighting to open her eyes; she hadn’t come face to face with Sabine in weeks; Maybe the force and Fenrir both knew how she’d wanted to die, and they would grant her this last mercy.

Shin dropped bonelessly from the beast’s back, crumpling in the dirt; the force did not offer the energy to continue as the onset of rigor mortis tried to take hold of her muscles, as if she truly had died when that bladed staff went through her skin, and her brain was coming up with something peaceful to soothe her as she joined the force. 

The last thing she saw before her eyes shut was the green of Sabine Wren’s lightsaber, and dark hair pulled back, out of her face, purple still clinging to frayed ends, and the enticing look of fear on her face. 

There was no expectation to ever open their eyes again, no stream of consciousness to cling to, but… there was no force, no fulfillment of the cosmic purpose Baylan had preached to them growing up; Another one of his lies?

Warmth ebbed back into her body slowly one day, bleeding into her hands as her world was reignited; it hurt like everything else they could remember, overwhelming in a way that made them wish to hide in their Master’s safety, to block out the vastness of life around them and focus on what they could feel; except… 

The fabric on her hands was soft, her gloves were gone, and slender fingers were brushing down the side of her face, the rough, gentle slide of the pad of someone’s thumb caressing over her furrowed brows as they tried to ease what had been another round of muscle spasms in the sickness that had followed healing Shin’s injuries

Shin could not speak or move to give any indication of their growing wakefulness, but they could hear the ambient noises of camplife around them, people (Bandits? No… The Noti…?) going about their nights on the other side of the canvas material. “How is she?” The smooth timber of the Togruta’s voice met her ears, though it did not ignite fear like she was used to; serving more as a reminder of her life, that the thud of her heart in her broken chest was a beacon that she had another chance. 

The other person sighed, fingers sliding down Shin’s face; she wished she could lean with it, follow the safety offered blindly; the first home they’d felt in so long. The hand settled on her shoulder next. “Better? I think. Looks like the nightmares stopped for now,” 

The rush in her blood was indescribable, like someone was pumping liquid nitrogen and an ignited fuel source into her veins. Sabine Wren did not end her, Shin could not decide how this made her feel. 

“Mmm,” The Togruta hummed, footsteps echoing through the Bandit’s bones as she closed the gap, chair creaking as she settled into it. “You can’t move, can you?” “ ‘soka, she’s not gonna be able to answer you,” Sabine argued on her behalf, confusion in her tone as she shifted in the chair. 

“Mmm, maybe not yet,” Shin bristled at the woman’s reply; how was she supposed to answer? The force didn’t offer her it’s aid anymore, she’d had a stroke of luck before- 

Her finger twitched as a large hand settled on her arm, fear igniting goosebumps across her skin as the woman squeezed, too gentle, too kind after everything. 

“The force works in many ways, even when you believe you may not deserve the connection, it never truly leaves you.” Sabine’s weight shifted awkwardly beside her; Shin wished to see the way she knew the Mandalorian’s eyes would roll; Behind her eyelids, Shin was greeted with an image.

Sabine Wren, knees pressing into the thin mattress of a cot, one hand pulling at a string on her pants as her other hand adjusted the blanket covering Shin’s shoulders. They could see themselves from this third perspective, a husk of the person they’d been stepping onto this planet. They had cut their hair dozens of times over the months to combat the sweat, heat, and lack of proper shampoo, dirty blonde hair clung desperately to the dark brown that had come to replace it; someone had brushed their hair and washed the grease out, and the tuft on the back that they hadn’t been able to reach properly had even been fixed. 

Blankets covered their body, startling small on the cot. The host of the image moved, giving her a nice view of Sabine’s startled expression as the blankets were shifted away from their body, giving them access to see; a promise that they had been cared for. The clothes they had been supplied with were too big, though the wraps of bandages offered the clearance to keep the baggy pants in place. The dressings were clean, either she’d been here long enough that her wounds had healed enough to no longer risk random spurts of ripped abrasions, or someone had changed them shortly before consciousness found her again.

“What are you…?” Sabine trailed off, reaching to cover Shin back up protectively, Shin could feel the smugness from the Togruta as the view was closed off once more. “Jetti Osik?”

“You’ll get there when you’re ready,” Ahsoka promised, reaching to tuck the side of the blanket under Shin’s arm. “And Shin will move when she’s ready; there is no need to rush healing.” 

The next time Shin woke, it was to fist her fingers into a warm fabric that had been draped over her, pulling her from her slumber. Instinctively, the blonde started to turn, rolling onto their side as their knees shifted closer to their chest, trapping their body heat under the many layers that had been placed over them in her sleep.

“Is that going to mess with her injuries?” She could hear Sabine grumble, seemingly on the other side of the room. The fabric was comfortable, warm, and it smelled nicer than anything else on this blasted planet. Shin tucked the material up closer to her nose. 

“It will be fine,” Ahsoka promised, close enough to surprise the younger woman.

Silver blue eyes blinked open slowly as the Togruta settled into the bench. The firelight across the tent was painfully bright, as was the view of the moon coming in from the hole cut into the tent to urge the smoke outside. The Mandalorian was knelt in front of the flames, adding tinder to the blaze. Ahsoka’s lips twitched. “Good morning,”

Shin stayed still; they’d read some time ago that Togruta’s were predators, and that some predators, simply freezing, would keep a person from their sights. Their heart thudded in their chest as they stared at Ahsoka, who seemed to be growing more amused by the minute. “Sabine, do you have that canteen on you?”

“Yeah, here-” There was a quiet rustle before Sabine stepped into their field of view. “Shit, hey; you’re awake,” Sabine seemed relieved, breathing out a soft sigh as she twisted the top of the small canteen. 

Sabine was the one to help Shin sit up, going as slow as they needed to adjust to the aching pain in her abdomen from the aftermath of her wounds. Fighting to unwind their hands was exhausting, but the Mandalorian stepped in once again to save the day, raising the canteen to Shin's lips and guiding their head back. 

There was a desperation and exhaustion as they drank, uncaring about embarrassment, though with the nagging feeling of undeserving having them forcing their head back before they were ready, nose twitching as Sabine idly brushed away a stray drop of water as it ran down her face. 

Finally forcing their hands free of the blankets and what they came to realize was a white dyed cloak, Shin managed to reach and take the canteen herself, hands shaking from underuse as they wrapped their fingers around the metal. Their gloves were gone, and the scars all across her hands were poking out sorely, skin clinging to bone, raised white and purple tissue a stark contrast to the dark dirt clinging to the canteen. 

“Why am I here?” They questioned after several terse moments of silence. Staring into the darkness of the canteen and the drops of water clinging to the mouth. 

“You needed help,” Sabine stated matter-of-factly, moving to stand beside Ahsoka, leaning into the Jedi’s chair and crossing her arms over her chest. Already, The Mandalorian seemed to be rearing up for a fight, one Shin had every intention of delivering, despite the exhaustion that seemed to weigh down on her bones. 

“What matters,” Ahsoka was quick to butt in, her elbow pressing into Sabine’s hip sharply. “Is that the Force was not ready for you, and now you are here;”

“You don’t think the Force wanted you to kill me?” Shin spat sourly, nose twitching as Sabine moved to shift the pillows at their back as their shoulders began to droop.

“I think it’s useless to fight about this when you can’t even keep yourself up; just let us help you for fucks sake,” Sabine snipped, placing a firm hand on Shin’s shoulder and guiding the bandit’s body to lay back again, taking the canteen from weak hands. 

“You’re more than welcome to leave, if you wish,” Ahsoka offered, facial marking quirking up. Shin bit back her retort, sighing in defeat; They didn’t kill her, she was very much alive, and she was stuck that way, it seemed, at least until she had enough energy to at least keep herself sitting up long enough and awake enough to think up proper responses when the Mandalorian got under her skin. 

Turning her head from the Jedi, Shin stared off at the blankets covering her legs, hand knit, with designs of loth-cas, loth-wolves, firebirds, and rebellion emblems emblazoned with care in the thick fabric. Shin said nothing as they watched her, only narrowing her eyes with the more time that passed. 

Eventually, Ahsoka stood, hand falling heavy on Shin’s shoulder as she passed. “Give it some time, your body needs to heal, and you need to offer your mind time as well; I can and will help you, so long as you let us.”

Later, as Sabine and Ahsoka regathered in the tent with bowls of real food, Shin scarfing down properly cooked meat ravenously as the two Jedi conversed between themselves, the Bandit allowed herself just a moment of selfish thought; the bandits didn’t want her, her Master didn’t want her, she didn’t want herself… but Ahsoka and Sabine both, despite everything, were making moves like they wanted her…

It was… nice, to feel wanted. 

#whumptober2023 #no.8 #alternate #betrayal #star wars #ahsoka series #fanfiction #betrayal tw #injury tw #near death tw #major character injury tw #violence tw #blood tw #wolfwren #shin hati #sabine wren #ahsoka tano #peridea

[thegh0stlee]

sry yall, got the flu then nearly died of dehydration <3

#brain thoughts #all good now tho #still slightly recovering #but i can at least sit up and move around now lmao #tw death #joke about death #tw #cw #death #death joke #near death tw #near death experience

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

Starter for @agonizedembrace ═══ MODERN VERSE ═══

The world spins violently as knuckles crack against his temple and send a shockwave throughout his entire form, immediately triggering his fight or flight as he realizes his own stupidity upon following someone without any identification. His small frame clangs into a nearby dumpster before he regains control of his legs and begins to flee from the predator's snapping maw that screams death is nigh. Only two full steps go through before he feels his jacket go taut, and he wiggles free from it-- his hair is grabbed next. The pain shoots through Robin's skull once more as he's forcibly yanked backwards to make his body connect with the brick wall, and he finally collapses onto his knees in order to catch his breath and stop the spinning in his mind. He is unable to pinpoint directions, unable to fix himself.

A sharp kick to his ribs jolts him into reality once more as his back hits concrete and a leviathan, a monster of a man crawls over him to pin him in place like a moth. His stature does nothing to help overwhelm the physical prowess atop his body as he squirms and struggles, a cry of pain is drowned out by the busy city streets. His misfortune dampened by a single car horn as knuckles meet his eyes, bruising both to the point where he can only see through a visage of red and a vignette of black as he struggles to cling onto consciousness. He feebly pushes against the man's face, his strength dwindling quickly, and he feels the front of his bangs snatched once more as his head is forced to turn to the side, only now recognizing the shallow, muddy puddle under him.

The left side of his face is almost completely submerged as bubbles fly up in his desperate attempts to breathe, nails digging into the face above him but seemingly unable to cause any actual harm. Robin's world fades in and out, not dissimilar to that of a busted projector as his eyes roll upwards towards the sky, bleary tears tracking through the dirt and blood stains upon his skin. This was a coordinated attack--but not one done from weeks of planning and intimate strategy, no..this was out of hate. A fuse lit leading to a subsequent explosion of vitriol, fury, and violence--unclean and raw in its brutality. And so…why did the hand on his throat feel so familiar?

Robin's body lurches in a frantic attempt for air when he hears the sardonic low laughter over him, affirming his suspicions; this was no random act of violence. Alarm bells sound off in his head as the darkess framing his vision grows and starts to blotch out the last remaining light, then he feels his body stop; his mind stop. Sparks of adrenaline begin to light up his veins as he's entirely ensnared in the primal fight for survival. His eye flick back to the man over him and he cranes his neck just enough to bring the same fingers holding him down into his mouth, and bites down.

"YOU FUCKING CUNT-"

The scream rings in his ears as blood floods his mouth along with a sickening crunch and tear, giving him just enough time to gasp and catch his breath. Horror grapples with restraint as his knee repeatedly slammed into the pelvic bone, being shoved back into the concrete hard enough that his vision splotted once more, the face above him painting into a Rorschach test that highlights his deepest, darkest fears. Robin did not recognize the cool metal pistol in his hand that he'd finally been able to pull from his waist, he didn't recognize the way he presses it to the temple of the man, or maybe he did…maybe at this moment he just couldn't find the will to care anymore. He spits the finger from his mouth and glowers upwards like a frightened animal, seeing the beast lunge at him once more he fires the first bullet.

Then the next…and the next…and the next.

Robin watches with silent terror as the man's eyes turn glassy and he shrieks when the lifeless form collapses atop of him with its deadweight, the gun firing more into the skull until only an empty clicking echoes in the alleyway. He squirms and gasps for air again, unable to push the man off once more, a slow suffocation under a rotting corpse has begun. He squeezes his eyes shut and cries, wheezes and sobs--babbling and bawling at his own helplessness. Little, weak, broken, and on the verge of death; his cries barely sounded human within their own carnality, begging someone, anyone, for help as he coughed through the blood trying to drown him.

"…" The cigar rolls between his teeth as he watches the bullets turn what was once a skull into pulverized grapes, the boy was practically making wine by now. The demon croons lowly as he watches with half lidded, ruby eyes that glow in the shadow of his hat. He takes a few steps forward while pulling out his cellphone, typing in a number long lost through time, and places it to his ear as he callously gazes upon the scrambling, injured animal before him. What was his name again? Ah…it didn't matter. The being before him is covered in mud, blood and sweat, the crimson liquid coats his teeth as he shrieks--this was no longer a human. Or at least not as he was before. Abel watches with cold indifference as the humanity seems to slip further and further away, just a writhing animal, that's all this was.

When the receiving end clicks to life he smiles, blowing out a bit of smoke and staying silent so she may hear the agonizing cries, and then he speaks. "21st and Market Street, you were too late again to save your little birdie." His words drip with malicious ridicule as he squats by Robin's head to gaze down at the entertainment below him, "Want me to save him, Evelynn? He doesn't have much time left, I fear…Although…that light in his eyes looks so tantalizing to blow out."

#cut for content #blood tw #violence tw #gun tw #cursing tw #near death tw #eye trauma tw #please let me know if I missed any! #verse: modern #agonizedembrace

[wangxian-on-repeat]

Jiang Wanyin: i've been on the brink of a mental breakdown for a week but it hasn't happened yet and it's driving me insane

Jiang Wanyin: talk philosophy with me

Wei Wuxian: gladly

*5 minutes later*

Jiang Yanli: WHAT DO YOU MEAN A-CHENG QI DEVIATED

Wei Wuxian, half-crying: he said he needed it

Jiang Wanyin, half-dying: i needed it

#disaster yunmeng shuangjie #i cannot believe that is the first time i used that tag #yunmeng siblings #jiang wanyin #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #wei ying #jiang yanli #mdzs #cql #the untamed #mdzs meme #cql meme #the untamed meme #incorrect mdzs #incorrect cql #incorrect the untamed #near death tw