#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.

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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. 

[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

[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.

[eikotheblue]

[ponydoodles]

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

[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 ‼️‼️‼️

[transcarcinization]

i think he would kill it on space tiktok

[wasyago]

old art for a random au

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