#tw hypothermia mention

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Glen: Snow got me feeling some type of way.

Glenda: That's hypothermia.

Glen: Damn, the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas.

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

I wrote down a idea that I got two days ago :D

hope you enjoy :]

Word count: 1.1K :D

Dream is a borrower againts 3 "humans" (hunters). What could possibly go wrong? The weather...

Tw: slight blood, mentions of hypothermia and malnutrition

Dream continued to run as the hunters followed from behind. It had already been a couple of months since they had started following him and it ended up becoming a game for the four of them.

Clearly, Dream still thinks that if they catch him they will kill him, so he continues to run and hide from them. He could just give them the slip and get rid of them at last, but he really liked to take things and food from them, which ended in this chase they called game.

He hid behind some wooden logs, resting a bit while he waited for them to come closer. Dream was a rather elusive, fast and intelligent borrower, so it was difficult for them to catch up or find him.

Finally he heard voices approaching. "My God, how can someone so small be so fast?" The demon hybrid asked. "Well, this is what makes it fun… Maybe we should set up camp… it's starting to get dark…" "You're right George, I'm going for firewood. Bad you can go get some food." The demon nodded as George began to set up camp.

A few hours had passed and the group was finally sleeping. Dream decided to get away from them to sleep, he didn't want to be trapped by any of them as soon as he woke up.

No, he wasn't going to risk it. It was a while before something landed on his head, but it disappeared leaving his head completely wet. He looked up to see what seemed to be a snowflake, assuming that it was starting to snow.

He searched for a place to take refuge, finally finding a hole in the trunk of the tree in which he was hiding. He snuggled inside, his body beginning to shiver from the cold as the temperatures dropped from the snow, closing his eyes to finally fall asleep.

//

In the morning, the first to get up was the blaze hybrid, amazed at all the snow that had accumulated throughout the night. He waited for his companions to wake up to continue the chase.

It didn't take long for everyone to be ready to begin. "Hey, Sapnap.. Shouldn't Dream have appeared by now?" The blazeborn frowned, normally the borrower always appeared in front of them taunting or something like that before beginning the chase.

"You're right, George... Maybe he has gone away already...?" "I don't think so Sapnap... He always waits for us before starting, it wouldn't be normal for him to have left..." Bad replied. "Maybe he's tired and resting for today?" George thought.

"Maybe... We've been chasing him for quite a few months without a break, maybe he just wants to take a little break." "Okay, we'll let him rest and then we'll give ourselves a break too… Let's go back inside the tent, it's pretty cold out here." Sapnap commented. The other two just nodded, following the blazeborn.

//

A month passed and the hunters had no sign of the little borrower, so they began to worry. They didn't know if he really left without them or if something had happened to him. One night, George decided to leave the tent and look around in case he happened to find the borrower.

He was lighting the path with a torch, looking carefully at his feet and the rest of the ground still white from snow. Finally, after walking for about five minutes, his eyes focused on something green that was slightly covered by snow. He approached carefully, gently brushing away the snow, revealing the little borrower, who was shivering terribly from the cold.

He realized that Dream was still conscious, as his head turned towards the human, his eyes filled with terror. "Hey it's alright.. I'm not going to hurt you…" he said quietly as he carefully lifted the borrower from the snow.

Almost instantly he noticed the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, looking back to where he had picked up the little boy to see tiny red droplets staining the snow white, letting him know the borrower had been coughing up blood.

He hurried back to the tent, waking his companions up. "Guys wake up! I found Dream and he's not in good condition!" The other two jumped up when they heard that he had found Dream. "Is he okay!?" Sapnap asked, very concerned at seeing the Borrower's noticeably malnourished body in George's hands.

The brunette shook his head. "He's in very bad shape��� It seems he's suffering from hypothermia, plus it seems that he's also been coughing up blood and hasn't eaten for a long time…" He hands the borrower to the blazeborn. "Here, you are the best person to hold him right now since you are born in fire, you have more body heat." Sapnap nodded as he cradled the borrower gently against his chest.

Dream coughed a few times, some more blood coming out of his mouth, but Sapnap carefully wiped it away with a piece of tissue paper that Bad offered him.

"...Why...? Why are you helping me...? I thought... that you wanted to kill me…" he said weakly. "Kill you? Is that what you've been thinking all this time we were chasing you..?” George asked as he finished lighting the fire again. The borrower nodded, staring at the hunters.

“Look Dream, we have no intention of harming you. All this time we have been chasing you because you seemed to enjoy running away from us at the same time that we enjoyed chasing you.” Sapnap explained. "Sorry for the confusion, Muffinhead... We assumed that we were friends after all this time."

The borrower's eyes widened in shock before cracking a small smile. Dream nodded slowly, closing his eyes as he relaxed in the blazeborn's hands. The borrower dropped his head to the side until it rested against Sapnap's chest.

"Just rest for now... We'll take care of you for now until you finally get better..." George commented as he sat down with the others. Dream nodded again, finally passing out in Sapnap's warm embrace.

“Well, he's out like a light...” “It's normal, it's very likely that he hasn't rested as he should because of the cold. When he wakes up in the morning we'll make sure he eats something too." The brunette reasoned, while yawning.

"I'm glad he stayed with us though and now we can finally say that we're officially his friends." The other two smiled, nodding happily before lying down.

Sapnap did the same soon after, feeling the tiny clinging to his shirt, causing a smile to form on his face before finally falling asleep. A hand protectively wrapped around Dream, keeping the small one warm.

[h4zardousch3micals]

I've sent this ask so many times already to other Fallen Stars readers by going through the likes on that fucking thing, my curiosity must be quenched

if you could make something canon in the story, what would it be?

You have no idea what kind of mentally ill response you've elicited from me /lh

Keep in mind that I mean absolutely no hate towards Plushii or the original version, tbh I freaking love how it turned out and it takes up a permanent residence in my brain. I'm just an sucker for alternate universe what if type scenarios and daydream too much lol—

Slight tw for Fallen Stars typical heavy themes

I wonder what could've happened if the subplot about Amber Island being unusually cold was touched upon more. At the time, the theory I had was that when a Celestial died their element goes absolutely haywire until they're revived. (Which I think might've been what was implied to going on? Idk for sure tho)

Picture This: The Kiddos and Seasonals are making their way to Plant Island when a crazy strong blizzard swoops in and they're forced to make an emergency landing on Cold Island, and they find that it's an absolute mess. It's far too cold even for the native monsters, and the sun hasn't been in some time as shadows seem to block it out. In the postal office, they find emergency letters sent from the other islands complaining of a similar predicament, though to a lesser extent, but they look like they've been untouched since they arrived.

Nobody dares to come out of their homes because of the weather, or maybe they're already dead, so nobody is there to greet or help them: they just have to wait the storm out until the shanty can sail again. Maybe one of the kids gets hypothermia or frostbite for the added angst (probably Blasoom since I'd assume they're especially sensitive to the temperature). This is when Attmoz realises exactly WHY the weather's acting so crazy, and he has to do something about it: or risk having the residents of this island, the other islands or even ANOTHER Celestial die from it.

[martyr-inthedark]

Make your Whumpee tired.

Whumpees that have been deprived of sleep by Whumper, so much so that they don't remember how to walk in a straight line and can't figure out whether the recent appearance of little black bugs in their cell are real or a hallucination.

Whumpees that can't get a full night's rest. They doze off, only to be jolted awake by their own anxiety of not knowing when Whumper would come back. Perhaps they are awakened by phlegm-coated coughs induced by their illness. They are awakened by nightmares, or by Caregiver who is worried they may succumb to hypothermia, or by a thunderstorm, or the rough blanket scratching their open wounds, or so on.

Whumpees who pull all nighters to protect their friends or lovers.

Whumpees whose eyes burn when they finally can close their eyes. Whumpees whose muscles twitch, who can't stop yawning no matter how hard they try to stifle it. Whumpees with dark, glassy eyes. Whumpees who are slow to react or have a hard time keeping up with the conversation. Whumpees with throbbing headaches. Whumpees with brain fog and memory loss.

Whumpees who have been on the run and have over exhausted their bodies. Their muscles and joints continue to scream long after its over. Whumpees with extensive blood loss. Whumpees who are malnourished.

Whumpees whose survivor's guilt keeps them awake, wondering what they might have done differently, whether it was all their fault, or why they were the ones to live.

Whumpees whose bodies are in chronic pain or illness and who have to hide it, causing muscle and mental fatigue. They keep going with a smile until they collapse or pass out.

Whumpees who break down in tears, begging to be left alone so they can rest. Whumpees who sob when they are told that the bed in front of them is theirs to use whenever they want.

[fallenwhumpee]

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• Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Masterlist •

Warnings: Blood, hypothermia(? I dont think i got that far), self dehumanisation(again, very vague), mentioned possible death.

It didn't take Leader so long to realise that a cramped bus ride was like a first class ticket compared to... this. Being shipped out, by far, was the worst. And Leader had even travelled in a plane's cargo hold filled with luggage.

Their stomach cramped, their knuckles turning while just like their face as they gripped the handrail. The sea was unforgiving, swaying the ship enough to flood the deck before collapsing to the other way, sweeping off Leader's feet.

Their raincoat was barely holding to their body, the oversized cloth doing a somewhat decent job at keeping Leader dry. The same couldn't be told about the boots, though. Those were filled with water, but the weight was doing a fine job with limiting Leader's movements. But even the storm couldn't make Leader go in. The air smelt there, mixed with engine oil and fuel. Leader would suffocate.

Leader's wasn't made for sea travel. And they should have refused it, especially when their body was failing. But a plane would leave a bigger trail to clean after.

The only reason Leader's compliance was their team had been placed on a safe house and waiting— on an island that didn't exist according to the maps. The thought of seeing their team made the way more bearable. And excited, if they were honest with themselves. They missed the team.

Leader ignored that they weren't supposed to feel that way. They were acting like a defective product.

Well, Leader assured themselves, it wasn't their first malfunction. And definitely not the most harmful one. And what they didn't know couldn't hurt them.

The ship jolted as they ran to the ground, sending Leader to the opposite edge. Leader took a deep breath, relaxing their muscles sore from holding on for two hours. They went in with holding their breath, grabbing their bag and getting out.

Leader - and the crew, for restocking - got to a smaller boat and paddled until they arrived at the small beach. Leader got off and changed in the small warehouse, giving the coat and boots back. They were left with their own cloths, which was awful considering they had packed for a hot town. But they weren't going to complain or exploit the given kindness.

Leader began walking, following the natural path into the forest. The trees blocked most of the heavy rain, but the remaining was still enough to soak Leader from head to toe in a matter of minutes. The wind whistled between the leaves, sticking Leader's cloths to their skin and sending shivers down to their spine.

By the time they got to the hut deep in the woods, they were trembling. The door opened, a gun held to their face. Before Leader could register, they were pulled into a hug, making their bruised ribs ache. Leader melted into the embrace despite the pain, letting their head fall to Right Hand's shoulder.

"Now it's my turn!" Youngest pulled both of them in, tearing Leader from Right Hand.

Youngest hugged Leader's middle, and Leader drew circles on Youngest's back.

It was nice to be back. But also… it felt lonely to have only two of their teammates.

"I thought we wouldn't see you again for a long time, Leader," Right Hand broke the comfortable silence.

Leader smiled, letting go of Youngest. "That's definitely a pleasant surprise, even though I can't say the same for the way. What's going on here?"

"Someone is hunting us. Even the other teams we had crossed roads. We'll just gather here until we get the full list of casualties."

Leader nodded. They sniffled, dropping their bag. Youngest began digging through their food stock. Good thing Leader was quite... prepared.

"You look like a wet cat."

Leader glared Right Hand, scoffing. After a moment, they let out a defeated sigh. "Tell me we have hot water."

Right Hand pressed their lips into a thin line, shaking their head with a weary smile. "You can always use the kettle."

"Can't even provide some good accommodation," Leader muttered. They couldn't actually complain. Leader's cost was getting dangerously closer to their profit. They were supposed to be grateful for the roof.

"Well, at least we got a fireplace. You can warm up later. I cut the woods, but you're doing it next time. I'm better with a knife rather than axe."

"Looks like we got a deal," Leader smiled and looked around for bathroom.

"Upstairs."

Leader turned back, looking at the spot Right Hand pointed.

"You gotta be kidding with me," they muttered. The stairs looked like they could fall apart any moment.

"Everyone had forgotten about this place so... it was the safest. And it gave us something to do without going mad in this blackout. I fixed the water tank yesterday."

"Just in time, then. This rain will supply our next month alone."

Right Hand chuckled. "Your luck. I didn't see a drop fall ever since i came here."

Of course my luck, Leader didn't tell it loud.

They got their clothes and went upstairs, the stairs bending under their steps, and the floor cracking. They held onto the sink a moment when they reached up, the stairs taking a lot more energy than they thought. Their chest tightened for a moment, and they coughed, blood sputtering into the white surface as their vision blurred.

They needed a break. Their body was falling apart.

But they were also stinking, their hair damp. At least there was going to be a fire when they got down.

Leader got rid of the blood and showered with their clothes, cleaning those as they got rid of the rainwater clinging to their hair. The cold water chattered their teeth, burning their skin. By the time they were ready to go downstairs, they were hardly able to stand straight.

Right Hand wrapped a blanket around them, beginning to dry Leader's hair with a towel as they sat before the fireplace, trying to get warm as their bones ached.

Youngest came in with a tray on their hand filled with black cake dough, pushing it into the fire.

"Medic would love brownies," they whispered.

Leader looked down. "They're not dead," Leader returned.

Leader had to believe they weren't.

[3-2-whump]

Wait, so Khaled has tried to escape at least six times? Can you tell us more about that?

K: Yeah, it was more like five times, if you don’t count the mall incident.

T: I count the mall incident.

K: Master, you literally found me in front of the smart phone kiosk watching football! I ran to you in tears and begged for your mercy! What part of any of that sounds like an escape?!

T: Just answer the question!

K: (frustrated sigh) Fine!

My Escape Attempts Over 1 Year:

1) Smashed my bedroom window to climb down the sides of the apartment building. Was found right away and beaten with a belt. Ankles shackled for one week.

2) Ran to the police station to ask for help; did not know the police were on my Master’s payroll. Was returned with laughs from the officers and beaten with a belt. Ankles shackled for one week.

3) Snuck out late at night to find the subway station in 3 °C (38 ° F ) weather with freezing rain, wearing only a hoodie and some jeans. Was returned with hypothermia and a minor concussion. Beaten with a whip after I had recovered. Ankles shackled for one month.

4) Hid in the recycling bin on trash day and nearly got crushed to death until the waste collectors heard me. Was returned and beaten with a whip, broken glass, and shreds of tin can scrap. Ankles shackled for two months.

5) Look, I really don’t think this one should count -I genuinely got lost in the mall, okay? But apparently it counts, so. Was found next to the smart phone kiosk watching football. Beaten with a belt, but relatively lightly once I explained I got lost. (Idk, do you think this should count?)

6) Snuck out the bathroom window of the tattoo parlor to avoid getting my ears pierced. Was returned within two hours and had my feet burned with an iron. (Shudder) Thankfully there was no beating after that; walking on burned feet for the next few weeks was punishment enough!

And that was the last time I tried to escape, because after the sixth time, I guess I kinda realized the risk and consequences were not worth the reward.

[moralpuppet]

On high tolerance for pain & similar . I was joking to Theo and Renee but also it's probably painfully true that if there was so many feet of snow in Moralton and there was no other way to get to church , even if church wasn't open on that Sunday because no one could make it , Orel would just disappear into the snow .

He'd be gone He'd attempt to get there anyway . & Revs would be like " OREL ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? ! YOU'RE GONNA GET HYPOTHERMIA ! " And Orel didn't even realize he was freezing .

He gets all bundled into a blanket when they get him inside and he's just like " Gee, Reverend , now you mention it I do feel a little cold . "

[kalevalakryze]

The Living Waters

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

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

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

“It’s not your time, ad’ika.”

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

“Cin Vhetin, Mand’ika.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you found something?”

“I did,”

“Cin Vhetin, Ad’ika.” 

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

[his-name-is-stewart]

It's cold outside..

Ghoul was cold. Well- he was always cold. But today he was freezing; shivering as he slid open the door of your balcony. Unsurprising, considering the freezing rain that had been coating all of Gotham in a thick layer of ice for the past few hours. He wasn't even wearing a jacket.

"It's freezing out there- why aren't you wearing a jacket??"

Ghoul shrugged the reprimand off. "I'm basically half dead anyway. I don't see how it makes a difference."

But you could see how his hands shook as he tried to tie his half-frozen hair up. Considering the fact that he wasn't usually bothered by the cold, that was saying something. "Oh, come on. I've got blankets on the couch, sit down."

"I'm just sayin'." He made his way over to the couch, shrugging as he sat down. "I've had worse."

You wrapped a blanket around him with a frown. "It doesn't mean you should freeze your self the rest of the way to death, Ghoul. There are people who care about you."

He scoffed, studying the grain of the floor. "Right."

"Me. I'm talking about me." You sat beside him. "I care about you. I worry about whether or not you're okay out there. You dying of hypothermia in some alley isn't really.. it's not something I want to think about."

"Then don't think about it." It felt like your eyes were boring holes through his skull. Even still, he relaxed a bit into the warmth of the blanket.

"Stewart."

Wincing ever so slightly, he shifted away from you. He knew what scolding sounded like and he really wasn't a big fan of it. "Oh, I know-" Bitter sarcasm dripped from his words, "It's such a burden to be worrying about me all the time, isn't it? Wondering what trouble I've gotten myself into? Worrying about my delinquent tendencies?"

"That's not what I meant-"

Ghoul didn't think it was worth listening to what you had to say. "Do I need to spell it out for you? I don't care. I don't give a shit how much you worry about me or how you feel." He pushed the blanket off of his shoulders and made his way to the balcony door.

You opened your mouth to speak, to reach out to him somehow- to apologize- but not a sound came out. You felt frozen in place as he left, not bothering a single look in your direction.

The door left open as he disappeared, a chill crept into the apartment.

[alpenglow-the-candle]

*”Yelena” walks towards her*

She doesn’t take care of you because she LOVES you. She does it because she PITIES you. A pathetic child, with no one to care for them. She took you under her wing to FIX you.

you’re PATHETIC.

— “Yelena” @say-their-name

She begins to cry. The frostbite on her fingers and feet blackens and spreads up to her elbows and knees.

“Sh-shut up-“

The temperature in the room plummets to well below freezing. Rain begins to pound on the ceiling. Alpen’s flame goes blue, her dress turns blueish-black. She looks strangely like a hypothermic corpse.

“SHUT UP!!”

[starlitwishes]

((Hi hello, i was in the middle of answering asks when I took my temperature and it was!!! Low!!! CONCERNINGLY SO… So I just had to go warm back up for a while. Ehe.))

((Moral of the story kids, don’t wear just shorts and a t-shirt in an unheated house when it’s fucking cold outside.))

[the-great-donatello]

What do you mean, what? Surely, you remember how Leo kept getting hurt over and over everytime he was alone? How about when he was shot? Or frozen? Or shocked? Or how about when he DIED? But yet, because I suggested that you're siblings did not care, you got upset, didn't you? And you left, without saying anything. -⭕

...

[yenasmatik-tabletops]

FROSTLING (5E)

Warnings: vague mention of death via freezing. Written for a request on r/DungeonsAndDragons. (Mod of the DnD 5E pixie, and inspired by the version of the pixie of angrygolem-games.)

Frostlings look like tiny-sized human children, but with literally snow-white skin, and a blue tint where you'd see rosy cheeks or fingers. Their hair ranges from light blue to white to light silver. Their faces are round, and they're almost always grinning. They wear clothes that appear to be made of ice and snow, and help them blend in the natural landscape where they live. They are native to the snowy and icy lands in the Feywild, and use portals that open in the Material Plane area in similar cold lands, in remote corners or areas. The portals in these places shimmer in all sorts of colors, Auroras are rumored to be the largest of these portals; you can indeed see a lot of frostlings hanging around during this phenomenon. They aren't evil, per se, but they are very much creatures of the frost: their sense of humor is harsh, often callous, they have a habit of stalking people or interesting creatures, and the winter fey's ability to bear a grudge is legendary, even among the fey. Those who try to harm or bully frostlings tend to end up frozen dead at the bottom of a crevasse. Frostlings are fascinated by fire, but won't come near it - they like how it looks, but the heat is uncomfortable for them. Like all fey, they can be bargained with - if you can find something that will keep their attention long enough. Or if they have some reason to seek the help of a mortal - expect trouble if they do. ...

Interests: 1. Their latest prank has offended a winter eladrin, they are in dire need of a negotiator to avoid punishment of the potentially lethal variety. 2. Some of their friends have been caught by a frost giant, they need help mounting a rescue. 3. One (or all) of them has a crush on an evergreen dryad. They need a present to gain the lady's favor. 4. They want to prank a blue cap, and they need accomplices. 5. Someone in the nearest village sings herding calls beautifully, they want you to catch a song in this glowing crystal. 6. They've seen children play with sleds, and they want to try one.

Frostling

Tiny fey, chaotic neutral

Armor Class 15 Hit Points 1 (1d4 - 1) Speed 30 ft. (60 ft. on snowy or icy ground), ice glide.

STR DEX CON 2 (-4) 20 (+5) 8 (-1) INT WIS CHA 10 (+0) 14 (+2) 15 (+2)

Skills Perception +4, Stealth +7 Damage Resistances cold Senses passive Perception 14 Languages Sylvan Challenge 1/4 (50 XP) (?)

Magic Resistance. The frostling has advantage on saving throws against spells and other magical effects.

Ice Glide. The frostling can burrow through nonmagical ice. While doing so, the frostling doesn’t disturb the material it is moving through.

Master Of Snowballs. The frostling has advantage on attacks made with snowballs (see below).

Innate Spellcasting. The frostling's innate spellcasting ability is Charisma (spell save DC 12). It can innately cast the following spells, requiring only snow as a component: At will: gust 1/day each: dancing lights, detect magic, silent image, sleep, pass without trace, calm emotions, fear, slow, freedom of movement, hallucinatory terrain

ACTIONS Snowball. Ranged Weapon Attack: +7 to hit, range 30/120 ft., one target. Hit: 2 (1d4) cold damage. Snowball (magical). Ranged Weapon Attack: +7 to hit, range 30/120 ft., one target. Hit: 2 (1d4) piercing damage. The target must make a DC 10 Constitution saving throw or suffer the effect of either a sleep or a fear spell (choose which before rolling the attack).

Superior Invisibility. The frostling magically turns invisible until its concentration ends (as if concentrating on a spell). Any equipment the frostling wears or carries is invisible with it.

[waytoocrispybread]

'will that be all?' asks two months pregnant man, 1 degree weather change away from running off into the woods only to be found post sockeye salmon migration floating amidst the dead bodies of the fish

[mosspapi]

Society if I was able to tell when I actually need to eat food before I'm basically blacking out from low blood sugar. Ig I'm just gonna b vibrating for however long it takes my body to realize I have, in fact, eaten food

(And before anyone says some some shit like "just make a schedule and eat at specific times of day even if u don't Think ur hungry!" I have an autoimmune disorder. There are so many factors beyond my control that cannot be scheduled for when it comes to eating that unless you expect me to do that and throw up multiple times a day for the rest of eternity, I physically can only eat when I am 100% without a doubt hungry. And if that IS what you are expecting me to do, you are dumb and I do not like you.)

[fallenwhumpee]

"Does that hurt?"

June 4: Delirium | Hypothermia | Stabilization • Masterlist •

Warnings: Torture, mentioned character death.

Their cell was cold. It was freezing, snow leaking in from the small window a few meters high at the wall. Medic and Youngest were cuddled together, as much as their binds and Whumper let them.

Leader was tied to a chair at the other side of the room, stripped from everything more than basic clothing, and the soaked - with blood and water - fabric was frozen on their body.

"Leader." Medic called. Keeping them awake was getting harder. "Leader. I need you to answer me."

"Can't you l-let me be?"

Youngest stirred next to them, too tired after the night watch to fully wake up.

"No!" Medic moved to get a closer look, the warmth so tempting to get back. Leader looked pale, their eyes half closed. They were breathing fast and shivering. It was good if they could keep this state, but Medic knew it was impossible without warming them. "Just stay awake for me, please."

They grumbled, but their eyes opened more.

"Just like this. You know I hate to be alone." They often abused Leader's inability to make one of the team sad, but it was the first time Medic used it desperately.

"J-just for y-you," Leader began. "My f-favourite." They sobbed. Medic frowned, they had never... never cried in front of the team.

"You'll n-not leave me this t-time." Their teeth were clanging into each other, tears falling. "Please d-don't... don't leave m-me alone, Caretaker."

Medic blinked away their tears, swallowing the knot forming in their throat.

"Leader, Caretaker is..."

Medic had first heard the name when Leader was too out of it to remember what they said. Looking into records, they realized this mysterious Caretaker was the only person close to Leader when they were working alone, and they had died. They were denied access to the report, so they had let go. But in their long time with Leader, Leader never called for someone again, and it always touched Medic when they heard the only person Leader wanted near them at their lowest.

"We'll g-get out, and y-you'll be o-okay. Just don't— don't leave me."

"Alright," They choked out. Seeing Leader at their down was hard. "No one is leaving. But you have to stay awake."

"I'm t-tired."

"But it's no time to rest." They said sharply. "Please." They added, regretting their snap instantly. Medic was scared. They were good with their hands, calm when everything depended on them, but they were terrible with people despite being a part of the team for most of their time. Leader was the only force that kept Medic interact with the others, helping them to let go of their shy or sharp attitude. "Stay awake."

The door opened, and a warm breeze filled the room before it got closed by Whumper.

"Enjoying your stay, I hope." They began as they walked towards Leader. Leader didn't move. "No snarl? You disappoint me. I thought you'd stand to a little cold."

Leader looked up, recognising the person finally. Their face twisted, something between anger and disgust. Their eyes were on Whumper, slowly following the movements, tired and having a hard time focusing on.

"Ah, you and your silent glares. To my delight, it can neither kill me nor save you."

Whumper punched them in the stomach, and Leader bended as much as their bonds let them. They gasped but straightened themselves as Whumper wanted to raise their head by holding their chin, a sharp move stopping Whumper, glaring more confident. They were not shivering, and Medic knew it wasn't a good sign.

Whumper smiled, sending a shiver to Medic's spine. They slightly lifted the blooded t-shirt, revealing a wide stab wound - the skin around it looking too red over the pale skin. Whumper punched Leader again, this time aiming the wound.

"Does it hurt?"

Leader whimpered, doubled over, and eyes squeezed.

"I want a verbal answer. Like civilised beings you liked to blabber about in our every encounter."

Leader only swore.

Whumper punched once more, Leader falling back with the chair.

"I asked you something! And you will answer if you don't want your new friends to share the same fate as Caretaker."

Leader didn't react.

Their head was fallen to the other side, and Medic couldn't understand if they were awake. Medic cursed, and Whumper sharply turned to them. Whumper hummed, their scary eyes staring into Medic's.

"I believe I can use a change." They got closer. Medic shielded Youngest as well as they could, shivering. "Ah, so cute. Leader must be proud of their minion, so alike them." They leaned forward, right at Medic's reach, but Medic couldn't do anything. "Let's see if you can stand against like Leader too."

But before Whumper raised their hand, heavy step sounds filled the room. Medic smiled, and Whumper fled.

A shout to follow them, footsteps rushing closer.

"Medic!" Right Hand threw themselves at their knees in front of Medic, untying the ropes. "Are you alright?"

"Let me help Leader." They passed Youngest to Teammate, crawling next to Leader as they felt their knees ache from days of idleness.

Right Han cut the ropes of Leader, but Leader didn't even stir. Medic removed the wet t-shirt instantly, checking the swollen wound. Leader's breaths were too faint, pulse lower than Medic worried.

Right Hand wrapped the unmoving body with their coat.

"Leader." Right Hand called as they picked Leader up, Medic standing next to them. No response again. They walked out of the building, slowly not to jolt Leader's injuries. Right Hand whispered at them, concern clear in their voice. Medic shrugged, not really sure what to do as both authority figures' facades shattered.

Their vehicle was waiting for them already. Youngest was at the front seat, cuddled into a blanket, Teammate vibrating at the driver seat.

"Go!" Right Hand demanded as they placed Leader to the middle seat, leaning Leader's head to their chest. Medic took out the blankets placed at their feet, throwing them both on Leader and themselves as they locked their arms around Leader's left arm, hoping to warm the cold skin with contact.

Leader cried softly, melting into Right Hand's embrace and relaxing as Medic got closer. They murmured something, burying their face to Right Hand's neck.

Medic was settled into a new watch, checking Leader's forehead as hypothermia slowly let go of Leader's body, raging fever of infection taking over.