#cave-in

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Whumptober Day 6

NOT REALISING THEY'RE INJURED | Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | Healed Wrong | "It's not my blood."

Whumptober Prompts List | Masterpost

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 800

Tag List: @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf

@the-ellia-west

CW: cave-in, aftermath, worry, panic attack, blood, concussion, passing out

A/N: Get dual-whumped, my pretties, with the double-edged sword of emotional whump and physical whump combined >:3

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Killian paced back and forth at the camp, fiddling with the borrowed pistol as if trying to interrogate it for information. Perhaps he was. Information that Jas was alive. That she was okay. That she had survived the cave-in with barely a scratch, found another way out, and was just now on her way back.

The alternative was too much to consider even for a moment. Killian flicked the safety on and off, on and off.

On and off.

Jas wasn't the only one caught on the other side of the collapsing rubble. Killian couldn't remember the man's name, which should've bothered him more than it did. The way the others at the camp talked, there was enough worry for him. Not enough for Jas.

Should he even be worrying about Jas? She'd come out of worse situations practically unscathed. She had an almost supernatural knack for getting herself out of certain death, defying the odds, laughing, and cracking jokes in the face of danger. Killian clicked through the pistol's chambers. He'd unloaded it, paranoid he would accidentally fire it from messing with it too much. Given how everyone occasionally glanced his way, they still expected him to set it off without warning.

If Jas was injured, she would've found a way to get to him. To get a message across that she was alive, but needed help. No news was good news? He hoped so.

Killian wasn't sure what he would do if Jas was dead.

Although the thought crossed his mind briefly, it was enough for his hands to start shaking, his breathing and heartbeat to quicken. He sank to the ground, clutching at his chest, all the terror he'd been so desperately ignoring now flooding through him like a raging storm.

Throughout the vast majority of his memory, Killian had been around a number of people, for different periods of time. He had been with Jas the longest, having been an accidental companion since shortly after his arrest in Saint's Shoal on Somnia. They'd escaped from jail together, seen each other through the dreamshaper mess, and even traveled across several worlds through the power of a Jumper's Pendant.

To go on without her... to go on alone again....

Dying alongside her almost seemed the better option.

Shouts drew his attention, one of the scouts on watch sprinting into camp, yelling about survivors. Killian sprang to his feet and staggered, the sudden motion making his head spin and his vision tunnel. He grunted, pressing a hand to his temple as the dizzy spell passed.

Could it be? Could she have---?

He holstered his pistol and ran with the rest to the edge of camp, just as the survivors came into view from around the rocky outcrop. "Jas!" He yelled, running to her. He would have embraced her if she wasn't bearing most of the weight of the other survivor, barely conscious and bleeding heavily from a wound on the side of his head.

Jas gave him a tired grin. She was covered in blood, dust, and debris, her clothes were torn, and her hair a faded grayish red. "Hey, did'ya miss me?"

Killian could only nod as the scout took charge of the other survivor, taking his weight off Jas and leading him to the medical tent. "I..." he stammered, "I thought you were...."

"Dead?" Jas teased as she began to follow the scout. "I know I'm covered in blood and rock, but it's not my blood, and I've gone through worse."

Killian frowned, looking her up and down as he trailed after her. "Are you sure about that?" he asked softly, noting a gash on her forehead and the numerous small cuts on her arms and hands.

"I told you," Jas repeated, turning to face him, "I'm fine. Besides, he's worse off, and they should tend to his injuries before they get to..." she paused uncertainly, eyes briefly unfocusing.

"Jas?"

She shook her head, but instead of fixing whatever had come over her, the motion seemed to make it worse. She staggered, and before Killian realized what was happening, her legs buckled underneath her and she collapsed to the ground.

Killian cried out, immediately at her side. "Medic!" he shouted, shaking her shoulder desperately, "medic!"

"Out of the way!" The medic forced her way through the small crowd around them. "Help me get her to the tent!" she ordered, and Killian obeyed without question, cradling Jas in his arms as he ran to the tent.

Please, please be okay. We've gone through too much together for you to die from a bunch of rocks.

[lbibliophile-sw]

Just An Echo

Also on AO3 [245w] @ailesswhumptober - day 11: hallucinations, day 14: concussion

“Echoechoecho. Echoechoecho. Wakey wakey time.”

“Go ‘way, ‘ives.” It’s barely more than a mumble, but his twin is well-versed in Echo’s morning-ese

“No can do vod, you’re sleeping on the job here!”

With a groan, Echo blinks his eyes open, staring mesmerised at the heavy cloud of dust swirling through his… ah, his single working helmet lamp.

“Do I need to come over there and start poking you?”

Echo blinks his eyes open again – when did he close them? – and tries to focus, rolling his head carefully from side to side, noting and dismissing the throbbing that flares at his temple.

He seems to be in some sort of mineshaft. He’s lying on the ground, half-buried in a pile of sand and gravel, scattered with a few fist-sized rocks like the one that must have cracked his helmet. A distant boom, and more rubble starts trickling down from the ceiling.

“C’mon Echo, stop lazing around, the squad needs you. Here, I’ll help you up.”

Fives holds out a hand, and Echo struggles to free his arm, to reach up and grasp…

... and grasp ...

His scomp falls back to his side.

“You can’t help me. You’re dead.” The quiet words break the silence of the tunel, the space as achingly empty as the hollow inside.

This time, the response when it comes is in his own voice:

And today is not the day you join him. Now get UP!

Echo clambers to his feet.

[bespectacled-bookwyrm]

Whumptober 2024 - 12

Summary: He woke up aching and hurting and very, very trapped.

[icypantherwrites]

New Fic: Reaching For Your Hand

Summary: One moment Lance was there, jumping and reaching for Keith’s outstretched hand as the cavern collapsed around them. And in the next he was gone, falling into the abyss. Just like that. 

And no matter how much Keith, Hunk and Shiro desperately search through the rubble, as they descend into the unstable cave, they can’t find him. And as minutes tick to hours and they go further and further down reality tells them it’s not a search and rescue mission any longer.

It’s a body retrieval. 

Chapter One Snippet:

Lance was trapped Lance was trapped Lance was trapped.

And, and not just trapped.

Trapped in cave that had collapsed, after falling God knows how many feet with his thrusters not working and all those rocks coming down and God, God, the odds of surviving that kind of fall on top of being crushed and on top of oxygen loss and possible blood loss from being impaled on a spire on top of—

“Hunk, breathe,” Shiro called from in front of him, eyes still fully forward as the landscape rushed past them in a blur of color but somehow aware of the fact Hunk was having a panic attack behind him.

Hunk tried.

He couldn’t help Lance if he passed out and he’d cause a delay if he passed out as Shiro would have to stop to help him and that was time they should be using to get to Lance and oh God, what if Lance was—

“Hunk!” Shiro’s tone was sharper but no less kind and despite the speed and the fact Shiro should absolutely not be looking away from driving his head turned around to look at Hunk.

It only made Hunk feel more panicked as now they were going to crash and then they’d be in trouble too and they couldn’t save Lance and God, Lance was—

“Hunk, look at me,” Shiro ordered and Hunk couldn’t do that, watching instead as the Black Lion kept barreling and Shiro wasn’t looking and they were going to go splat, just like Lance and oh God he did not just think that he did not just think that, oh God Lance had—

Hunk was turning to the left and puking at the image his mind conjured and he puked again around a sob.

Read it here

[linecrosser]

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[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Febuwhump day 12: “Can you hear me?”

“Can you hear me?” Asked by Caretaker as Whumpee wakes up in a hospital bed.

“Can you hear me?” Whispered shakily by Villian, the gaggle of heroes surrounding them forgotten, as they cradle their unmoving Henchman.

“Can you hear me?!” Shouted desperately over the phone as a struggle is heard on the other side. The line goes dead a moment later.

“Can you hear me?” Purred by the telepath directly into Hero’s mind. By the smugness in their tone, it’s obvious they know the answer.

“Can you hear me?” asked over the intercom by the cold voice of Scientist. 

“Can you hear me?” Whispered into the dark tightness of the cave-in. They’ve asked almost every hour, unwilling to speak much in the dusty confines, but desperate to know the person trapped beside them was still alive. They haven’t received a response recently. 

[porkcracker]

Au-dventcalendar

"Advent Advent mein Soulmate brennt"

A Transformers Soulmate Adventcalendar

Day 16

Ship: Rung x Tarn

AUs: Cave-in, Music

It really wasn't Rung's lucky cycle. All he had wanted to do was purchase the crystals Brainstorm and Perceptor had requested. And now he was stuck and his processor was fuzzy.

It had been bad luck that Rung had been the one chosen to buy the energon crystals that Brainstorm and Perceptor needed.

The mine the seller had lead him to had been expectedly removed from the space port the Lost Light had docked, which had not been very worrying to Rung at that time. The seller had shown him the mine entry and the bordering tunnels, as they talked about the specific crystals the two scientists had asked for. To his luck the organic had crystals that fit the requirements.

The purchase was made and the track back to the entry point of the mine began. That was when his luck ran out and turned even worse than before.

Wandering through the tunnel Rung felt like he was hearing some kind of melody, but it was faint. So faint that he dismissed it as his own imagination. However, he didn't notice he was slowing down and his guide was not. It was only as he heard loud bangs and noise coming from...somewhere, that he noticed he was completely alone. The dim light of crystals was the only thing left to guide him.

Even more noise echoed through the tunnels, accompanied by the distinct sound of stone falling. Dread filled Rung at the implications of that.

Coming to a decision Rung took a couple deep in-vents before looking around, trying to find any indication which way the seller had gone. As he started to walk around once more it seemed like the humming melody got louder which almost every step he took.

As it went on Rung found himself struggle to concentrate, a fuzzy feeling started to settle over his processor making him slow down even further as he stumbled from time to time. It was on one such stumble that he couldn't catch himself and fell on his aft. Holding his helm with a groan Rung leaned back against the wall of the tunnel.

His view was blurry and he removed his glasses to rub his eyes. Something was wrong, but he couldn't concentrate long enough to see what.

The music was fully pulsing in his processor and it felt like his spark was pulsing in tune too. Starting to feel really faint, Rung would have jumped if he could, as the melody suddenly stopped and only the humming was left. His limbs felt heavy as if stuck in glue.

There was a servo holding his chin, he noticed dimly. Trying to look up to see whose servo it was, or was the other tilting his helm up? Before he could identify the other bot, the fuzzy feeling in his processor and the pulsing of his spark reached a new high and everything went dark.

The humming stopped and was replaced momentarily with a deep chuckle as the tank watched as fogged crystal like blue optics dimmed as the small orange bot lost consciousness.

Of all the things Tarn had expected on this little supply run, it had neither been the Lost Light or to find himself trapped in an energon mine with his soulmate. But the moment he had heard the faint music, the leader of the DJD had realized what it meant and had started to add his own humming to the melody.

A good decision as it turned out. The slim frame he was now picking up to carry away with him was quite appealing, not only for it's general form, but also for his pretty eyes and the circle showing his spark off completely.

More than one delicious idea ran through his processor as he watched the limp frame in his arms. It was odd to see someone so relaxed around him. As if hearing his thoughts, the small bot turned his helm towards his chassis and cuddled closer.

Reaching the exit of the mine, Tarn was pleased to see that already the other's were there and removing the stones. Really, the bots of the Lost Light overestimated themselves. At the thought he looked down at the bot in his arms, was he a part of the Lost Light? It would only fit them to leave one of them behind for their own gain.

None of that anymore, he was his now.

[rastronomicals]

12:12 AM EST January 28, 2023:

Codeine - "Cave-In" From the album Frigid Stars (1990)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Always say that Codeine isn't as good as Morphine, but you take what you can get. ---

[mroddmod]

the queen of the disco or whatever

[oxytocinatrocities]

Yet another comic about leaving the Mormon church that can be applied to a variety of things. I also plan to include some version of this in a graphic novel I’m making.

[eikotheblue]

[ponydoodles]

humans forever will love funny little horses. love and peace and ponies runs in our blood

[draconym]

So many of the critters that take up residence in human homes are simply species that are cave-adapted. Spiders. Crickets. Millipedes. Isopods. Bats. Your house is a cave to them and they think you are also a cave-adapted organism.

[blastdamage]

the paris catacombs are 1000x more fucked up than i imagined

[apollos-boyfriend]

every time some jerk complains about the new minecraft update “not adding any value to the game” i think about that one jschlatt clip where he discovers a lush cave for the first time and is genuinely rendered speechless by its beauty. so much of minecraft’s charm and beauty is exploring and discovering new lands and generation and falling in love with a world that was made for you and to love you

who give a shit if the pale garden doesn’t “add” anything game breaking. it will be worth it for the hundreds of thousands of players who stumble upon it by chance. only a few people will be able to relate to being handed a new op block/mechanism on a platter but everyone remembers the feeling of still being new to minecraft and the wonder of uncovering all its quirks. it’s about the loving the universe for its smallest of features and creatures as the love letters tho humanity that they are not exploiting the universe for all that its worth jackass ‼️‼️‼️