#augusnippets day 6

[whumplump]

Day 6 of @augusnippets

Prompts used: car accident / plane crash / shipwreck

CW: immortal whumpee, stoic whumpee, implied character death, flashbacks

Whumpee looked in the mirror and felt several things. This time, however, they came all at once, one after the other.

Once, excruciating pain throughout the body, especially in the legs. Ah, the legs... They couldn't move them. They were broken. The bones cracked beneath the skin like saltine crackers.

In another case, dizziness, a constant shaking in the head, an illness so strong that it caused nausea and almost caused vomiting. But there was no time to vomit before the pressure injured the brain inside the skull and caused death.

In the latter case, the cold, muscle pain, both from the effort to swim and from the reduced temperature of the wind and water. Sinking them up to the neck, until it covers their entire body. The burning in the lungs... The lack of air... And as always, then came the darkness.

Whumpee shook their head, trying to shake the memories away. Caretaker appeared at the bathroom door, looking at them worriedly.

Whumpee took three pills for their stomach pain and swallowed them all at once, without the aid of water. Caretaker was startled.

"You shouldn't take so many at once," they said, "you might overdose, you might even die!"

Whumpee gave a sarcastic laugh. "If only it were that easy.”

Caretaker always said those same words. The day was repeating itself again. This maddening loop where, at the end of the day, Whumpee always died, but at the same time... never really died.

They passed Caretaker with a deliberate shoulder bump.

"I wonder how many times I'll have to die before the drug overdose is the next thing to kill me!”

[whumper-whimsy]

@augusnippets day 6

car accident/ plane crash/ ship wreck

Potentially triggering and graphic description of a car crash, ambiguous whether Whumpee survives

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Caretaker drove down the highway on his way back from picking Whumpee up. The other man sat beside him, singing along to the catchy pop songs on the radio.

The highway wasn't busy by any means, and Caretaker let himself climb over the speed limit.

55 miles an hour. 60, 65, 70.

His headlights were bright— he could easily see anything that popped onto the road.

He continued on, humming along and tapping the wheel on beat.

A car in the other lane was made visible by the headlights. Right as it was about to pass by Caretaker's vehicle, a deer popped out into the open road.

It all happened so fast. The other car took a sharp left, cutting into Caretaker's lane. Caretaker turned to his left, trying to avoid a head-on collision.

One moment, Whumpee was singing along cheerfully to terrible pop music. The next, the right side of the car was crumpled, taking the brunt of the crash. Caretaker was alright— shocked and a little bruised up, but— oh God, was Whumpee breathing?

Caretaker shouted for help, avoiding looking at the mess in the passenger seat. He sobbed and tried to get out, finding his dashboard had been shoved in and trapped his leg. He hadn't felt it before, but fuck, it was starting to hurt. He grabbed his phone, calling the police. As soon as a dispatcher picked up, Caretaker began blabbering into his microphone.

"Send somebody, please! T- there's been a car crash on the highway between City X and City Y, and I don't know if Whumpee is alive and i don't wanna look, and‐ and i don't know how bad the other driver is, and I'm trapped and— please, get here and save Whumpee!"

The dispatcher attempted to calm him down, assuring that police and paramedics were on their way. Caretaker hung up, putting his phone down.

Still without looking, Caretaker reached his hand out to touch Whumpee's skin. It was warm and wet, and Caretaker held in a sob. "Whumpee..? Whumpee, come on, say something. Tell me you're alright." Caretaker bit his lip, fighting more tears. "Come on, don't make me look... I don't— please!"

Caretaker felt up the limb— an arm, he assumed— and tried to touch Whumpee's neck to check a pulse. He felt something solid embedded in the flesh, pulling back with a high-pitched wail. "No! Please!"

Sirens were audible in the distance, and Caretaker soon saw the emergency vehicles arrive. The paramedics hurried over in pairs of two to each side of each vehicle, pulling the doors open. Caretaker was checked over and pulled free from the vehicle.

The medics on Whumpee's side went back to their ambulance and came back with a stretcher, preparing it and starting to try and get the door open.

"Is he okay?" Caretaker asked the medics, stepping back towards the car. Gloved hands grabbed his shoulders, attempting to hold him back. "Is Whumpee okay?"

He was met with silence, so he pushed past the paramedics and to the car, looking in the window.

Whumpee was barely recognizable. He was covered in blood, his body slumped. Glass stuck out from his flesh in various places, and his right arm was nearly detatched.

Caretaker let out a howl of distress, screaming Whumpee's name as the medics pulled him back. "No! Whumpee!"

Caretaker crumpled, stricken with horror and grief. He clutched his head in his hands, flooded with anguish.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry..."

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Augusnippets Day 6: Car Crash

cw: car accident and resulting injuries, fear

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The last thing he remembered was his body slamming into the driverside door. The asphalt rushing towards him, eager for collision, his shoulder screaming in pain. Darkness.

Kaius didn't want to open his eyes—or perhaps he couldn't. His face felt bruised. All of him felt bruised. He was lying on his side, still strapped to the seat, arm numb, head full of cotton, everything else ablaze with pain.

It all happened in an instant; so sudden Kaius could barely remember where he was driving, much less how he ended up here, but something in his stomach told him he was in danger, and he knew better than to ignore it. He snaked the arm that wasn't numb towards his waist, feeling a pinch of relief when he pushed the seatbelt release and it responded with the familiar click.

Both doors on the driver's side were flush with the road, impossible to open, but the windshield had exploded in a cloud of pebbled glass. He could feel it in his hair, down the collar of his jumper, crunching in the seat. His right knee screamed when he tried to get his heel onto the seat for a push, and the burst of pain stole his breath for an instant, leaving him panting on his side.

Breathe. Pain is just a warning. There are worse warnings all around you and you need to move.

He grit his teeth, curling his good hand around the frame that once held the windshield and pulling himself forward, stopping before he'd even cleared a centimeter. Every bit of him seemed to throb with the movement.

His fingers tightened, and with a scream that leaked past gritted teeth, he managed to drag himself forward, pulling with the arm that could move; kicking with the leg that only felt badly bruised.

Head clear, sweat plastering hair to his forehead, blood in his mouth. Torso out, hip resting on the twisted frame.

Another kick and Kaius was free; curled in a heap, heaving for air, shuddering with the pain and exertion. Mangled as the remains of his car.

He closed his eyes, trying to pull his thoughts into order through the haze of pain. What next? He couldn't walk, couldn't move far. The pavement, still hot from the day's sun, prickled his skin through his clothes, but he doubted the surrounding desert would offer much more in way of relief.

He had to… had to…

There'd been another car.

The memory struck him like a bullet, new fear ripping through him with its impact. That was the danger boiling in his stomach, the threat.

Someone had hit him. Direct strike, coming out of nowhere. Deliberate.

Kaius struggled to lift his head, to take a look around, but his body wouldn't obey. 

Someone had planned this, that he was sure of. Someone could be watching him right now, converging on his location, closing in.

But he could barely move, much less run.

There was nothing to do but await the inevitable.

[jamiesfootball]

Augusnippets Day 6

Prompt: car accident

cw: there is, in fact, a car accident. other than that no warnings apply

Summary:

"The other car, I just, I didn’t even fucking see it." - Ola receives an unexpected voicemail.

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“Thank you for calling! This is Ola. If you have reached my voicemail, then I am having a wonderful day. Please leave a message, and remember that there is more to life than missed connections.”

BEEEP.

“....Hello. Hello? Hi. Hi, Mr- Mr. Obisanya, sir. This is Jamie – Jamie Tartt. From football. Sam’s Jamie, um–”

Sniff.

“Um. The reason I’m calling, sir, is Sam- Sam’s in hospital right now. We were driving, coming home from the match, and I’d offered him a ride… I swear, I wasn’t- I wasn’t drinking or nothing. The other car, I just, I didn’t even fucking see it. I don’t know where it came from. But it hit- it hit- it hit the passenger’s side, and-” A muffled choke. A hitch-hitch-hitch of breath, composure gasping around a lump that mirrors the one stuck in Ola’s throat.

“He’s in surgery,” Sam’s Jamie keens into the receiver. “He’s in emergency surgery. I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do. They won’t tell me anything, and I don’t know what to do, but I thought you should know in case–”

“Mr. Tartt,” says another voice on another continent. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but we need to talk to you urgently.”

The line goes dead.

[oliversrarebooks]

Augusnippets Day 6: Plane Crash

Masterlist

tw: plane crash, injuries, kidnapping

Matt woke up slowly, and as his surroundings came into view, he wasn't sure that he wasn't still dreaming. His body felt strangely numb, almost like he was floating, and he was in a kind of rustic log cabin. As his mind and vision cleared, the reality became much stranger -- it wasn't just a rustic cabin, but almost like the inside of a tree, and he was laying on a thick bed of clover. The tree was adorned with all sorts of colorful decorations -- flowers mostly, but also scraps of cloth, strings of beads, and mobiles with tiny feathered birds.

Before he could fully comprehend all of this, a young person leaned over him. "Good, you are awake. This one worried that you would never wake up."

They were plump, with skin that glittered subtly, flowers adorning their long black hair, and a smile full of unnaturally sharp teeth. They spoke as if they were unfamiliar with Matt's language and had memorized the words and their pronunciations from a guide.

"Where am I? What happened?"

The sharp smile grew wider. "Your machine bird fell out of the sky. Do not worry. This one has fixed you."

Machine bird? "The Cessna!" he said, sitting up and regretting it. Pain racked his side, and he was forced to lay back down, gritting his teeth to keep from crying out. He was shirtless, and there was a kind of dressing on his left side made of strips of bark. His left leg was strapped into a brace made of vines and sticks.

"You should not move. Bad idea," the strange person said. "This one rescued you."

"Thank you," he said. "I need to contact my friends. They can take me back home and get me medical attention. Not that I don't appreciate what you've done."

The person's mocking laugh rang off the sides of the tree. "This is home."

"What do you mean?"

"Your machine bird fell into this one's orchard. You destroyed many mature trees. This one also has rescued you. You owe this one."

Matt's mouth felt dry. "I can pay you, if that's what you --"

"The court has already decided," they said, holding up a hand. "You will be this one's pet. You will work in this one's orchard until the trees are restored."

"The court? What court? What are you talking about?"

"Do not worry! The trees take many generations to grow, so this one has permission to extend your life, however long it takes to care for the trees."

"What are you?" asked Matt, as he shrank into the clover bed, as far away from his "rescuer" as possible.

"A friend." The pointed teeth glistened. "A very good friend."

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[ronanziriano]

Augusnippets Day 6 - Shipwreck

The presence of the ship on the horizon was nothing short of a miracle. Whumpee didn’t believe his own eyes when he first spotted it, certain that it was a hallucination.

That wouldn’t have been surprising. He had been floating out here for at least a day, he was pretty sure. His whole body was stiff from having held the same position on the piece of wooden debris that had kept him afloat for so long, and he’d long lost feeling in his hands after so tightly gripping on for dear life. The sun had been beaming down for hours, bouncing off the glassy surface of the ocean that now seemed so calm and innocent, as if it hadn’t capsized an entire bulk carrier the day before; it burned his skin and made it difficult to open his squinting eyes at all.

Whumpee was dehydrated too, he knew. He’d been doing his best to just breathe through his nose throughout this ordeal, but the occasional splash of saltwater still somehow had managed to find its way into his throat, leaving him parched and sore. And that wasn’t the only part of him that was sore - he had hid the water hard, and he knew he had snagged himself on a couple of chunks of sharp debris before managing to find one that could support him. It was hard to determine what exactly his injuries were, though; the ache was all over, and his precarious position made it impossible to give himself any sort of examination.

Sailors before him had seen things that weren’t there out at sea under much better conditions. So lying there sunbaked and hurting and exhausted, Whumpee didn’t trust his own eyes, even as the ship pulled nearer and more clearly into view.

It didn’t even fully occur to him that he was being rescued when two sets of hands grabbed him by the arms, shouting something incomprehensible either to him or to each other. He was a dead weight in the other men’s arms, to sore and tired to do anything but groan softly as he was hauled into the little rowboat, where he was laid flat onto the boat’s floor. What really woke him to the realization, though, was the sensation of water dripping between his lips - actual, fresh, salt-free water.

As he instinctively sucked up the water, he roused enough to squint his eyes open. The sun was still too bright to see much besides a silhouette of one of the men in the rowboat, but it was close and solid enough to convince him that it was real. “You found me,” he croaked out. “You saved - thank you - I - ” He was cut off by more water being pressed to his mouth, and he drank it gratefully. The men began some sort of conversation around him, and Whumpee didn’t bother trying to focus on their words. He just drank, relishing the water, enjoying the sway of the boat as it was rowed and finally lifted back into the ship it came from.

He was lifted up to his feet in order to cross onto the deck of the ship, where the men set him down onto his knees in front of a handful of crew members who had been waiting on the rowboat’s return.

“Thank you,” he said again. If he’d had enough water in him to cry with relief, he would have. “Thank you, thank - ”

This time he was cut off not with water, but with a prick of pain at his neck. His eyes opened fully in surprise, and he focused on the face of the sailor before him - long hair and beard, both scraggly and unkempt; waxy, yellowing skin; a sharp-toothed smile that was too wide to be friendly. The man got close to his face, close enough that Whumpee nearly winced away from the stench of rum and fish, and would have if the cutlass under his chin wasn't holding him frozen in place.

“Oh, don’t thank us,” the sailor - no, the pirate - said in a gravelly rumble. “It’s our pleasure to have you aboard.”

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[just-a-silly-little-whumper]

Crash

Masterpost | Read on Ao3

Thank you to @that-one-thespian for letting me borrow Archer! This is for @augusnippets Day 6: Car Crash

Contains: Car crash, concussions, hurt/comfort

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Everything was fine until it wasn’t.

Tires screeching.

Glass cracking.

Lights flashing.

Spinning and spinning and spinning.

Voices clamoring.

“Sundrop? Sundrop, can you hear me?”

Altair furiously blinked away the disorientation, locking onto Archer’s steady voice and worried face like a lifeline. Relief instantly spread across his boyfriend’s face when their eyes met. Good; he should never look so distressed.

It occurred to Altair, belatedly, that the world wasn’t still spinning. It just felt like it was. That wasn’t good.

One of Archer’s hands found his. Altair held it tight, as though otherwise they might fly apart. “Are you alright, meadowlark?”

Altair did a quick check of himself. Splitting headache, but nothing else seemed injured. “Might be concussed. What happened?”

“We got hit. You were thrown from the car. Don’t move; the paramedics were on their way.”

The steady, calm cadence of Archer’s words was as reassuring as it always was. Still Altair made a face; he didn’t want paramedics. He just wanted Elze’ith to look at him.

Archer chuckled. “I know, meadowlark. Elze’ith will be here soon as well, okay?”

“Fine.” He rubbed his thumb over the back of Archer’s hand, grounding himself on the familiar, cool metal. “You okay?”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m okay.”

Altair doubted that. But that just meant that when the paramedics came, he would have to make sure they looked at Archer with as much scrutiny as they looked at him. And it meant that when they finally returned home, he would have to wrap Archer in his wings as the reality of what had happened finally hit him.

Until then, he would have to settle for holding Archer’s hand. But that wasn’t so bad at all.

[deviant-doughnut]

Augusnippets: Day Six

Chosen Prompt: Car Accident

CW: Injury

Orin needs something to scream to. He glances from the road momentarily. His knuckles are white, his mind elsewhere, the argument fresh in his memory. Middle of the night, headlights slicing through the damp blackness before him. He needs music, needs it loud and heavy — something to which he can freely yell. He taps at the screen, scrolls through the choices. Artists, albums, eras, songs. He nods to his selection as the drumbeat kicks in.

The car hits something solid.

Orin lurches forward. He finds the brake too late. Tyres screech, he jerks the wheel leftward. He fights against the weight of the vehicle. The car pulls free of his wrestling, careens onto two wheels, then none. The music blasts and the windows shatter, glass in his lap, in his mouth. His head smacks the roof, smacks the concrete beneath it. Metal drags sharp over gravel. His peripheral vision lights up with bright sparks. Agony bursts through his skull when it fractures. His vision turns suddenly white. The car rolls, and rolls, and rolls. The airbag deploys. His nose shatters on impact. Metal twists and cuts into his abdomen. The airbag deflates down to nothing. The steering wheel slams into his chest. It stays there, crushing. The music persists and then sputters to nothing. Orin gasps for breath and can’t find it.

The car eases, rocks to a halt upside down. Beneath the weight of itself, it creaks — the only sound stretching for miles.

Until it stops.

Crumpled metal encases him close. Blood in his mouth, in his eyes, matted in his hair and sliding upward over his chest. Fractured ribs and broken jaw, blood pouring heavy where some teeth have been lost. Middle of the night, rainfall like eerie static. Orin opens his blood-slick mouth to call out, but the taste of iron threatens to choke him, and night remains quiet around him. Middle of the night, headlights dead and engine smashed. His cellphone is nowhere in sight. A whisper of dread ghosts suddenly through him. He turns carefully, pain lancing through him in flashes. Shards of glass rattle out of his hair. He peers distantly out of the window.

Something solid crawls slowly towards him. He cannot identify the shape of its form, a creaking mass of broken bones as it stares at him now through the debris. Its eyes burn white as ruthless winter. The creature drags ever closer towards him. Through the wreckage, a fleshless limb reaches out to touch him. All the air disappears from his lungs.

Bloodless fingers scrape against his slack jaw, sparking pain and bright panic in tandem.

The creature groans at the feel of his skin, and Orin can’t even scream.

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Thanks to @augusnippets for this event!

[angelic-writer]

Fear of the Deep - Sleep with the Fishes (Not Really)

Day 6 of @augusnippets

Prompts: Car accident/Plane crash/ship wreck

CW: Drowning

Fandom: Fear of the Deep by @moonlightsmasquerade

Cain was always a meticulous planner, barely budging when things don't go his way. Miriam and Dylan had to literally drag his ass out when his oxygen tank got low. He threw a hissy fit not long after. So it shouldn't be that surprising when a pop up storm rolled over the ocean while the trio was out. Miriam tried countless times to tell him to get back to the dock, but he shrugged her off. That's when a rogue wave hit the side of the boat, causing it to smash into the a nearby rock, making the ship split in two. The force of the crash caused Cain to fall over the boat edge and into the water.

He didn't remember hitting his head. All he knew was that one second, he was on the boat, the next, he was in the water. It was cold, so cold. He tried to move his limbs, but they were like lead, refusing to work. He opened his mouth to call out to someone, but the taste of salt greeted him as he inhaled water. Is this how the people that went missing were feeling when they die? Is he going to be like one of them? Miriam and Dylan will never find him, at best finding his body hours away from their location.

What a shitty way to die.

In the corner of his eye, he spotted something glittering in the water. When he took a closer look, he saw a humanoid fish creature swimming towards him along with several more of them, all smiling at him with their sharp teeth. Cain blinked. He thought those things were a myth, but here he was, seeing them with his own two eyes. As if hypnotized by their beauty, he reached out to them. He was just out of reach.

His lungs burned. His vision was growing dark.

As he closed his eyes, he heard one of them speak to him.

"Soon, Cain. Soon, you will become one of us."

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As he slowly became aware, he could feel something pressing on his chest pretty hard. Cain wanted to scream out, telling that person "That hurts!" but he couldn't move. He couldn't open his eyes. The pressure stopped momentarily as someone pried his mouth open, pinched his nose shut and breathed into him.

Is someone... trying to revive me?

"C'mon, Cain! Wake up, dude!"

Dylan?

Oh... He and Miriam got me after all.

After what felt like minutes of Dylan (or Miriam? Maybe both.) trying to resuscitate him, he finally responded. Water spilled out of his mouth, the two of them rolling him onto his side so he doesn't aspirate the water.

"Hey, dude. You're okay now. You're okay." Dylan said, trying to catch his breath. Cain peeled his eyes open, seeing his and Miriam's blurry figures.

"Mmm... G'mornin'..." He mumbled.

"Seriously? That's all you have to say? Jesus Christ, Cain, you nearly died! You're lucky we even got to you in time!!" Miriam shouted.

Cain sat up. "Uuuuuuugh, Miri, quit being a drama queen. I just had a little swim, that's all."

"A little swim.- Do you ever take anything seriously?! You need to stop scaring us like that! Imagine what would've happened if you were alone!"

Dylan wrapped his jacket around Cain who was soaking wet. "Yeah, I have to agree with her. You really need to listen to us."

"Dylan, I could've swam up on my own. I didn't need your guys' help." He coughed. Although what he said was true, he could've swam up on his own, but he couldn't move his body. It was like he was paralyzed. Must've been that blow to the head. He rubbed the back of his head, wincing.

"Okay, you need to rest. C'mon." Dylan lifted him up to his feet and started walking him back to their headquarters, Miriam scolding Cain the whole way. He looked back to the ocean, the image of the fish creatures smiling at him repeating in his mind.

He was far away from the dock so how did he get back there? Did they carry him here?

It was hard to concentrate with the throbbing pain.

[inscrutable-shadow]

Augusnippets Day 6 - Path of Whumperless Whump - Shipwreck

Rex belongs to @cyberwhumper! @sunshiline-writes Xavier and @bxtterflystxtches Vic are also tangentially mentioned. pirate au go brrrr

The crack of the wooden beam startled Thanatos, but not as much as the concussive force of the explosion as the cannonball whizzed past his head. He couldn't see through the clouds of smoke that choked the hallways of the burning ship. He needed to get to the deck. Maybe that would only make things worse and he'd be underfoot, he was no captain, but belowdeck seemed to hold only death for him, and so he forged forward.

He flinched against the bright sunlight, looking around to orient himself. The crew were scrambling everywhere, desperately trying to hold their own against another ship that had come alongside. Pirates. They were being raided. What should he do?

He didn't get a chance to think about it. Another cannonball cracked through the air and he was caught in its wake as it took part of the railing with it into the ocean. He heard someone calling his name right before he hit the water.

When he surfaced again, it was with strong arms around him, heaving him up onto a box floating nearby. Engelhart, he thought with relief. He didn't know either of his "bodyguards" very well, just that they did their jobs, which Rex certainly had, considering he was still alive. "Stay," Rex told him, in Dutch, and Thanatos stayed. The older man pushed the box along in the water, attempting to get them clear of the battle. Thanatos coughed and choked on water, occasionally slipping back into the sea and needing to be hauled out again, but he did his best to stay where he was put and not make Rex's job harder.

It was instinct that had him cling to the first rope that was thrown to him and allow himself to be pulled up onto a deck. If he'd thought about it a little harder, he wouldn't have. The only thing worse than floating on a box in the ocean was looking up into the face of a pirate captain with a sleazy-yet-handsome mustache.

[jedi-lothwolf]

Augusnippets Day 6: Ship Wreck

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Summary: The Princess Andromeda crashes on the coast of Oregon. Now Luke must find a way off of the ship before it sinks.

    Luke wasn't sure what had happened. Maybe Poseidon had finally gotten ahold of The Princesses Andromeda or maybe it had just been an accident. That didn't matter right now. The ship was sinking.

    Running out of his quarters, he looked down the hallway. Water was already starting to trickle in. As a wave hit the ship, Luke slammed into the wall. He felt the jolt of the ship, as if it had hit something.

They had been on the coast of Oregon the last he knew. More then likely they still were. There are places on the west coast that the ocean meets cliffs. Standing, Luke made his way up to the deck of the ship. When he opened the door he found that he was right.

They had crashed into the side of a cliff.

The man knew he needed to make sure others could escape. Losing his whole army would be detrimental, at least that's what he told himself as he ran below deck. Knocking on doors, Luke quickly but calmly, tried to make sure everyone was aware of the situation. He paused before Chris's door before just opening it. That man could sleep through a hurricane.

Shaking him awake, Luke informed him of what was going on. "Shit okay." He said as he pulled his shoes on.

"Get above deck. See if any of the ledges can hold people."

"Okay."

Running back to his room, Luke grabbed his shoes and Backbiter. He shoved the sword into his belt and closed the door when he left. The water had already made its way through most of the hall, the carpet being soaked.

Luke could smell the fire. Most of the time the smell of smoke did not bother him. That night, it attacked his lungs in a way it never had before. It burned. Still there was one more door to check. Letting his shoes get soaked, he forced the last door open. Inside a young half-blood was trying to stand. The water had made the door hard to open.

"Come on." Luke offered her his hand. She took it and they ran out of the hall. The water was up to his knees now. As the ship shook, it took the man's feet out from under him. He fell into the water. "I'll be right there!" He yelled after the girl.

"Okay!" She yelled back.

Steadying himself against the wall, Luke used it to get up. With the water at his knees, it was difficult to run. Still, he pulled himself to the door to go above deck. Slamming it behind him, a wave crashed into the sinking Princess Andromeda. The wave sent him to the ground once more. This time the ship started to shift. The deck was no longer even.

Looking around, Like tired to find a way out. Most of the rock ledges looked to smooth. All but one.

All he had to do was make it to the ledge. Using a wall to stand, the demigod tried to climb his way to the cliff. It felt impossible. The weight of the ship was pulling the vessel into the water faster and faster.

"Come on!" Luke heard a voice yell. It was Chris. "Luke come on!"

"I'm trying!" He yelled back, frustrated with the way things were going. Looking around again, he found a rope that have been tied to the side of the ship. He could use that to climb his way to the side and jump to the ledge.

The problem is getting to the rope. As the ship sank, the deck became more and more steep. It felt like rock climbing and Luke wasn't even on the ledge yet.

Still, he found his way to the rope. Wrapping it around his right arm, he started to pull himself towards the side railing. As another wave hit the ship, Luke slipped some. He yelped as the rope cut into his arm. The light yellow color that the rope normally was started to be covered in red.

Despite his injury, the demigod continued to climb the rope. He found himself at the side railing ready to jump within a minute or so.

The jump was a lot further than Luke had anticipated. From further away, the distance looked shorter. However, it was his only way out. Sighing, the man moved as far back as he possibly could. He readied himself for the jump. Looking to make sure the next big wave was as far away as it could be, Luke decided he had to jump now.

As his feet left the ship, the ship started to sink faster. Missing the ledge with his feet, Luke caught the rocks. His hands felt like they were on fire. Blood dripped from the rocks as he pulled himself onto the ledge.

Sitting down, Luke rested his back against the wet rocks. They felt cool against this body. Looking at his hands and arm, he realized just how much they hurt.

After a moment Luke Castellan and looked around. Everyone he cared about was on a ledge against the coast of Oregon. A brief wave of relief washed over him. Now they just had to figure out how to get off of the rocks and back on solid ground.

[re-whump]

Augusnippets Day 6 - Car Accident

cw: car accident, death, drunk driving

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The light had been green.

They were sure of it. They had sat through the red for a long wait. The two cars in front of them had finally lurched into the intersection and into the night before they rolled forward and were denied the same fate by a horrible cacophony of rending metal. The car screeched and crumpled and fell silent in a fraction of a second, much too fast for so much metal. The glass shattered for an eternity. The rogue truck powered on.

The driver kept screaming as the passenger fell silent. They were bleeding, badly. He had to be the one to call for help. His head spun. His chest burned. He was still screaming. They told him to be calm. He stopped. They asked him questions and—the passenger wasn’t moving. The driver reached over and their pulse felt wrong. But it was there. The passenger was alive.

The horizon flashed red as emergency vehicles reached the scene. The door wouldn’t open. None of the doors would open. The responders wanted to get the driver out through the window, but he wouldn’t leave. He couldn’t leave. The passenger had it worse, he couldn’t leave them. The car had bent itself around them, full weight of the car clawed around their legs. The responders pulled the driver out anyway and dragged him to the ambulance, saying something about his chest. He begged them to go back to the passenger and a soft voice reassured him everything would be alright.

Everything went black.

He woke up in the hospital after what he was told was a successful surgery. The passenger never made it. The truck that had hit them had disappeared and the best guess was that it was a drunk. No witnesses but the driver himself, who barely remembered it had been a truck.

By the time his interview was over, he was seeing red.

[missr3n3]

Augusnippets Day 6

car accident/plane crash/ship wreck

fandom: cabin tales TW: near-death experience, drowning, stranded at sea, lady whump word count: 215 @augusnippets

Sophie woke with a gasp. For a second, she feared the turbulent sea still surrounded her, feared sucking down burning, salty waves instead of air. To her relief, the wetness she felt was merely droplets across her face, while her back rested on dry land.

The relief was short-lived.

She rolled onto her side with a rasping gasp, only to be silenced by what – rather, who – laid beside her. Memories rushed to the surface as her eyes scanned over the unconscious, older, tanned man on the ground. Ben. The man who fought to keep her from drowning as she chased a phantasm cloaked in past regrets. The man who used the last of his strength to grab onto the side of the cruise ship passing them by – a last-ditch effort to avoid succumbing to the tides or the hull.

Wait, the cruise-!

Sophie's gaze drifted from Ben's unconscious (but thankfully, breathing) form, and towards the shoreline lapping at her toes.  Towards the massive hull jutting from choppy, vast waves like a mountain over a distant horizon.

Oh God. If the ship…

Swallowing down nerves and bitingly saline air, Sophie turned around, uncertain of what to expect.

Her heart skipped a beat at the vibrant, yet alien foliage surrounding her and her rescuer.

[doliminuz]

Day 6 - Car Accident

Church On Michael's Street

OCS: David

TW: Car accident, blood, implied eye injury, panic attack, broken bones, animal death

Words: 907

@augusnippets

Everything fuckin' hurt.

That was the first thought to go through David's mind as the seventeen year old moaned in pain. What even happened? What did he do?

Oh wait, fuck.

A deer came out of nowhere, scared the crap outta him so he panicked and swerved right into a ditch. Then he... hit a tree, maybe? Or did it flip, dammit he can't remember.

He hopes the deers alright, he doesn't want the poor thing to be hurt even if he's really pissed at it right now for making him crash his brand new car. It's just an animal -it couldn't help it- it didn't know what it was doing.

Okay he should probably stop mulling over the deer and focus on making sure he hasn't broken any bones. And he should probably open his eyes but it feels like someone's attached heavy as hell weights to them. Still, he needs to open them so he can see what's going on so he'll just have to suck it up-

“Holy shit!” Everything's so damn blurry and his eyes, god, they hurt like hell. After a few moments of blinking the blurriness remains but it's not as bad, now he can actually see his surroundings. It's not pretty.

There's blood and glass everywhere, the window shields shattered and he can feel the broken glass digging into his arms through his, probably, no, definitely torn sleeves. He's now distinctly aware of the metallic taste in his mouth, the same metallic liquid dripping down from his broken nose and the agony in his ankle. He can't tell if it's broken or twisted and his hands hurt like hell too and oh god he's in the middle of fucking nowhere!

He totaled his car on a random highway in the middle of nowhere. There's no one around he's, he's, oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

“F- fuck! Shit, shit, fuck please! I- is anybody there? Please, fucking- fuck! Please, help me!” David screams, wails? He doesn't know, he just needs help. “P- please I don't wanna die! I-I can't-! God please, I'm begging you!”

He can't tell if it's blood or tears streaming down his face, maybe it's both, fuck he doesn't know. And he can't breathe, and his chest hurts, his ears are ringing, his visions blurry and David can't breathe. Is he dying? Is this what dying feels like?

“Ple- ease! Somebody, anybody! Help me!”

David doesn't want to die, he's seventeen, he can't die. He's got his whole life ahead of him. He has so much he wants to do, to see, he's not even finished high-school this can't be how he dies. On the side of the road in a broken car in the middle of absolutely nowhere.

“Please..!”

He can't leave everyone he loves behind, he can't. His parents, his friends, Abigail, Isabelle and-

“Issac…”

Oh god Issac, he isn't even born yet and he's going to die. He won't get to see him, he won't get to see his son grow, he won't even get to see him. He- no, no, no, no he won't let that happen. David won't die never getting to see his son, he can't. He refuses to, he's surviving, he fucking will.

The windshields shattered, he can crawl through it. David's hands stumble over the seat belt before he's finally able to unbuckle himself. Crawling out of the car feels like crawling through barbed wire, glass and broken plastic and probably tree wood stabs into his body like knives, making him bleed even more than he already is. It's agonising but pain is good, pain means he's alive, that he's going home.

Gasping and moaning he clambers out of his car, stumbling to his feet only for his right ankle to buckle and he lets out an agonised cry. It hurts so bad, it's broken, there's no way in hell he can walk-but he's gotten this far. David won't give up.

Broken hands grapple at wet, damp dirt and he pulls because he's already decided he won't die here and by the Lord himself he's sticking to that decision! So he slowly, painstakingly, drags his broken body across the forest floor. Each movement jostles the glass in his skin and makes his broken ankle throb with pain, he's half blind at this point and his visions tainted red from the blood steadily dripping down his forehead.

But he can finally see the side of the road, and like a dying man seeing an oasis in a desert, he desperately drags himself towards it with a renewed sense of hope. Just a few more feet, that's all he needs. A few more feet and he can go home, that's it.

However, David's damaged body has other ideas as he collapses. He tries to keep moving, keep going but his body won't cooperate and he can already feel his consciousness fading. All he can do is hope and pray that it's enough, please be enough.

And then, through his blurry, barely conscious vision, he can see it on the road. The deer he swerved to avoid, but it looks young, a fawn. The poor thing's broken body is left on the road, limbs twisted at odd angles and everything around it a deep crimson, so he didn't miss it. He ran over a fawn.

��Sorry little guy,’ is the last thing David thinks of before slipping completely into unconsciousness.

[teine-mallaichte]

Day 6 @augusnippets : prompt - plane crash.

Whumpees plane crashes.

CW: Plane crash, trapped Whumpee.

The metallic shriek of tearing metal split the air, a harbinger of the chaos that followed. Whumpee's world spun violently, the plane lurching in a sickening dive as oxygen masks dropped from above, swinging like pendulums of doom. Heart pounding, they fumbled for the mask, hands trembling uncontrollably.

"Brace! Brace!" The command echoed through the cabin, distorted by the overwhelming roar of the engines straining against gravity.

Whumpee's mind was a whirlwind of fear and disjointed thoughts. Images of family, friends, and unfinished dreams flashed before their eyes. The plane shuddered again, a violent jolt that threw them against their seatbelt. Pain flared through their chest, but there was no time to think about it.

The ground rushed up to meet them, and then—impact.

Darkness.

When Whumpee regained consciousness, the world was eerily silent. Smoke filled the air, mingling with the acrid stench of burning fuel and charred metal. The cabin was a twisted, surreal landscape of debris and devastation. Whumpee's ears rang, drowning out the distant sounds of crackling fire and the groans of the injured.

Struggling to move, Whumpee realised they were pinned. Their left leg was trapped under a section of the collapsed overhead bin, and each attempt to free it sent searing pain shooting up their limb. Panic bubbled in their throat, threatening to choke them, but they forced it down. They had to get out.

"Help!" Whumpee's voice strained against the thick, smoky air. Each breath felt like swallowing broken glass, the acrid fumes stinging their lungs, "Someone, please."

In the distance they could hear people shouting, screaming, crying. The chaos around them was a haunting symphony of survival. Whumpee's vision blurred as tears mixed with sweat and grime. They tried again to free their leg, wincing as the pain intensified, each movement a reminder of their fragile mortality.

"Stay calm," Whumpee whispered to themselves, a desperate mantra against the rising tide of fear. "Stay calm. Someone will find you."

Their head throbbed, the disorientation making it hard to focus. Every breath drew more smoke into their lungs, each exhale growing weaker. They could see figures moving in the shadows, other survivors trying to make sense of the horror. Whumpee reached out, fingers brushing against the cool metal of the seat in front of them.

"Over here!" they tried again, their voice barely more than a rasp. The minutes dragged on, each second an eternity of agony and fear.

[sulphurwrites]

Augusnippets Day 6: Plane Crash

Ted Lasso (Fandom) | Dani Rojas | Plane Crash | Guys this is LITERALLY my favourite trope | Anyways |

CW: Plane Crash, Bleeding Out (And associated side effects)

Dani wakes up after the Team's plane crashes. He doesn't quite understand what's going on.

Dani was almost certain it was summer, that's what made the light fall of snow so jarring. He wasn't sure why he was laying propped against a tree. He'd woken up that way.

It was August, wasn't it? Why was it snowing?

He shook from head to toe. A shard of shrapnel was his only source of heat. It radiated a burning sensation from its place imbedded in his leg. That was his good side. Shame.

He laid his head back against the frosty wood of the tree trunk, his hair falling in his face. Dani sighed, then winced. It was pretty cold for August.

He could only hope his teammates were somewhere warmer, somewhere that white ashes didn't fall like snow the beach.

But as his eyes started getting heavier, he wasn't sure he remembered any of their names.