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Affliction: Hypothermia Risk by RosemaryRiddel
Fandoms: Linked Universe - jojo56830 (Webcomic)
16 Jun 2026
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It's one thing to end up lost in a tundra with the temperatures plummeting and limited shelter on hand. That is something Wild and Twilight have handled before with ease.
But it's another thing to be stalked relentlessly by something unknown, something that is very hungry and has its sights set on them both. Now they're stuck in a race against time to either outrun their pursuer or be consumed by the endless cold.
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17 Jun 2026
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Four, Time and Sky get separated from the rest of the group by an avalanche. It goes about as well as you'd expect it to.
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12 Jun 2026
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Buck beat him to the punch. "You know what? Okay, alright, fine. You wanna know, I'll tell you. I graduated high school at sixteen and left Pennsylvania immediately after, in Jeep that wasn't mine with $137, a duffel full of clothes, two blankets, and half a case of water. Spent a couple years traveling until I was sick of sleeping in my car."
"You lived out of your car?" Hen asked, a familiar maternal concern in her tone.
Buck's eyebrows furrowed in the clearest display of emotion since they started asking questions. "I left home at sixteen in a borrowed Jeep, what'd you think I was checking into the Ritz at night? Is that your question?"
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Link shivered beneath a blanket, arms huddled in close to this chest. He was half sure he was dreaming. His head ached, heavy like an overstuffed turkey. The green glow did not help. Hylian faces looked alien in this light, escaping the grasp of familiarity. He watched them for a moment longer, hoping the old man would be there among them. Then, self-pitying in his failure to find him, he let his head loll back against the pillow with a groan.
The pillow that shifted beneath him, to his mild alarm. A rumble of laughter met his ears, vibrating against his skin.
“Had a good nap?” came the old man’s voice, soft and amused.
Oh. There he was.
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Or, a storm rages outside a cave where nine brothers huddle for shelter.
Whumptober 2025 Day Nine: Touch, Flashbacks, Scalding
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- Part 6 of The Creek's Whumptober 2025
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10 Jun 2026