#angstpril day 7

[fanfictasia]

Angstpril Day 7

Bad Dreams

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Children of the Desert

Anakin is still dreaming. He can’t stop. He wants to wake up and think it’s all a dream that’s passed like Obi-Wan said, but Anakin knows it’s not. His master means well, but he’s not right. Not about this.

Obi-Wan has never had visions before. Anakin is one of the few Jedi who has. It’s not something he can fully explain to anyone, and something was different this time.

Maybe it’s that he’s so close to Tatooine, or maybe it’s just that his mother’s danger is so much more prevalent, and Anakin can’t let her die. He can’t let her be hurt. He can feel it now when he’s meditating, even awake. He can’t let someone hurt her – she’s his mother. She’s the only family he has.

He has to go.

Padme’s light footsteps sound behind him, and he can feel her presence moving closer. She’s in the doorway, watching him, and it’s – it makes it easier. It gives him something to focus and ground on. He’s struggled for so, so long at the Temple, because all he had was Obi-Wan, and Anakin loves his master with every shred of his being, but he’s just…

Different.

They’re close, but… he’s the only one Anakin has. He shouldn’t want more, but he does. He aches for the familiarity and companionship he had with his mother and his friends on Tatooine.

[whumpflash]

Penumbra: Unspoken

for Angstpril, Day 2: Loss of Control (alt)

cw: torture, nonsexual nudity, death mentions

masterlist ///// next

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"The Shadow King has fallen."

A phrase on everyone's lips, passed around like a greeting, a blessing, a well-wishing.

"The Shadow King has fallen, and we are free."

General Nisha was at the head of the makeshift procession that paraded through the city, enemy shields and helmets held high like banners.

The war for the kingdom had been waged for five years. The fields outside the city were red with blood. But they'd won, they'd won. The undead legions had met their defeat, and their dark king had been imprisoned and was awaiting trial.

There was little doubt what his fate would be.

But before he could be executed, certain matters needed to be addressed. There were whispers in the streets, rumors of secret blood rituals, fail-safes emplaced by the Dark King to ensure he'd always be able to rise to power again. And if these rumors were true, they must be destroyed.

There were holy mages in cities further from the capital, wise men who could draw truths from a person's mind, but it would be weeks before their arrival. For now, Cerus the Shadow King would face Nisha.

They held a meager feast in the reclaimed castle; the city was still suffering from being besieged. Knights and lords and commoners dined together in celebration. Once the evening had turned to drinking and song, General Nisha took their leave, making the long journey down the stairs, to the dungeons.

Cerus hadn't moved an inch from the spot he'd been left in, Nisha had seen to that personally. The ex-king was blindfolded, chained spread-eagled on the ground with an iron bit in his mouth. Knight's gauntlets had been fitted over his hands, their joints fused together to form immobile metal gloves.

One could never be too careful when dealing with a mage, especially one as powerful as the Shadow King.

Nisha said nothing at first, unlocking the cell door and circling the prisoner inside.

Cerus's breathing quickened at the sound, his long black hair plastered to his face with sweat. He wore nothing but his restraints, leaving the multitude of wounds he'd sustained during his capture plainly visible.

How should they proceed? Normally, allowing a captive mage to speak would be exceedingly dangerous, but Nisha had taken precautions. One of their mages had crafted a runed cuff that would sap Cerus's power. The real question was, how would they get the man to respond?

They knew appealing to Cerus's morality was a lost cause. The former king had no issue razing whole villages to eliminate a single rebel. He'd executed entire families, burned the crops of his own people. There was no hope of finding any humanity in him.

Pain could be a motivator, but it would take time. And they had time, but pain alone wouldn't be enough. Someone like Cerus would need to be wholly broken before he'd give them anything worthwhile. Now fear… fear would be a useful tool, but how to employ it?

Nisha supposed they were already making some headway with their silent circling. Now to heighten it…

They eyed the rack of implements that lined one of the stone walls, selecting a slim wooden rod that looked like it had been freshly cut. Someone had stocked the dungeon for the occasion, then.

They tested it, watching Cerus's chest hitch as it cut through the air with a swish. Good. Instead of bringing it down on his exposed flesh, Nisha resumed their circling, letting the anticipation rise for a long moment before hovering over one of the deeper wounds on the chained man's torso and slowly, slowly forcing the tip of the implement into it, increasing pressure until Cerus was screaming around the bit.

Then without a word, they withdrew, the tip of the rod now slick with blood as they continued circling.

How would it feel, they wondered, to be in the Dark King's place? Dethroned, rendered powerless, in the hands of enemies who were hungry for blood. A prisoner in his own dungeon. They imagined it was terrifying. They hoped it was terrifying.

Nisha stopped, found another wound, and repeated the slow, pressured prodding. None of the cuts that littered Cerus's body were too deep; a few still oozed blood, and a few looked like they'd require stitches—or at least they would were Nisha inclined to grant the man any sort of medical aid. No, if Cerus were to be healed, it would only be to allow more pain. He deserved no mercy.

Nisha allowed themselves a few more jabs, a few more screams elicited from the tyrant, before even bothering to lock the runed cuff onto his wrist. They already knew they'd be up well into the night, whether Cerus elected to respond to their questions or not.

Whatever answers they were granted, they couldn't deny that they were going to enjoy this.

[psychologeek]

so, I try the angstpril 2023 [Jason writes during his world muordertour.]

I'm not sure why I am doing it. But it's night (well, morning) and those memories lay heavy on my shoulders.

I think I had a blog before, I think (some things I still can't remember) There's a good feeling when I think of that.

These thoughts, My mind keeps running. I'm a volcano about to explode I'm a train wreck, driving endlessly off rails.

for the full:

[plz help me think of some replies\rb?]

[whiskygoldwings]

Angstpril 24 - Prompt 14 - Surrender (Final Fantasy 7 PS1 era)

Yeah... I'm kinda just doing them when I get the inspiration for one now, so they're very out of order!

Prompt: Surrender

Fandom: PS1 FF7

Ships: Cloud/Sephiroth

CW: Mind Control, author looked at canon and decide she didn't want it.

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There’s the sound of screaming in his ears, and Cloud can’t tell if it’s coming from outside of him or if it’s in his own head. Everything seems to have slowed down around him. The wind drifts gently through his hair, bringing wisps of cold and ash with it.

Sephiroth stands, hand outstretched, face soft and benevolent. His gleaming eyes are fixed to Cloud’s, and it feels like all the oxygen in the air is being sucked into him.

It might be. The man has a gravity of his own. Always had. Cloud can’t look away. Couldn’t look away when he stood in front of them in the training halls of Shinra; couldn’t look away when he was in the first throes of madness; couldn’t look away when he pierced Masumune through Aerith’s chest and into the ground.

He couldn’t look away when Sephiroth held himself over him, silver hair curtaining them against the world, strong hips moving with his own.

They’d pass each other in hallways, and their fingers would brush. He was magnetic. Cloud was powerless to resist his pull. Had left his home and everything he knew to chase a dream of the man, and then found himself intoxicated when he’d reached back for Cloud.

It makes him weak now, when Sephiroth’s stood across from him, lips curved in that secretive smile. His chest rises and falls; he breaths and Cloud breaths with him.

There’s a voice in his head. It whispers that all he has to do is give in, surrender. Everything will be better. He was always meant to be by Sephiroth’s side, under his hands, bending to his will.

Something cruel glints in mako-green eyes, but Cloud can only taste the honey of his tongue. He steps forward as Sephiroth’s chin ducks slightly, lips spreading as his smile grows.

Someone begs him, he thinks. There’s someone, someone he’s known for years pleading for him to wake up, fingers reaching for him.

He steps forward again, just out of reach. His hand moves upwards, extending to cup over Sephiroth’s own.

Only, there’s something in his hand. Sephiroth’s eyes flash, and Cloud forgets. It’s inconsequential. This is their reunion. Sephiroth’s fingers curl slightly, an invitation, and Cloud remembers them sliding through his hair, down the skin of his throat, gripping tight to his thighs, claiming him.

Cloud wants that again. He wants it so. Much. He’s so tired. Isn’t sure who he is anymore. Even these memories... Are they his, or are they Zacks? Was it him who’d moaned and gasped Sephiroth’s name? Was it Zack who’d sparred with him and seen those eyes gleam with fierce joy?

Silver hair drifts in the breeze, and it doesn’t matter again. He steps forwards, once, twice.

He places his hand in Sephiroths. It feels strange, like there’s something in between their fingers. But pride and joy flow through him.

He’s done it. Sephiroth will be so pleased with him.

It’s strange. Sephiroth was watching him just a moment ago. But now there’s ice between them and Sephiroth’s eyes are closed. He’s still, frozen, torn in half.

The black materia flows out of Clouds hand, and he pulls back abruptly, gasping. Dark lightning crackles around Sephiroth’s tomb, and Cloud falls.

The last thing he sees, as blackness takes him, and arms close around him, is those cruel, cruel lips smile.

[chaos-company]

Angstpril 2024

Hi everyone!

It’s that time of year again! We are excited to announce that we are hosting the event again this year!

All prompts, FAQs and rules can be found in the graphics and below the cut! 

Prompts:

1. homesick

2. frozen

3. broken-hearted

4. longing

5. rise from the ashes

6. this isn’t going to work

7. bad dreams

8. lost battle

9. trust issues

10. phantom pain

11. no way out

12. a little too late

13. learning the truth

14. surrender

15. confrontation

16. cry for help

17. last chance

18. left behind

19. trembling

20. broken

21. faking a smile

22. drained

23. swept away

24. the ghost of you

25. cold shoulder

26. grief

27. panicked

28. never see you again

29. betrayal

30. the last time

Alt Prompts:

1. troubled mind

2. not strong enough

3. you were never mine

4. the night we met

5. mental scars

6. miscommunication

7. jealousy

8.rock and a hard place

9. emotionally distant

10. paranoid

Rules

All posted content must be your original content. The use of AI for creation of any kind is prohibited.

All tags must be utilized in order to be reblogged. NOTE: the mods are human beings, so not all works will automatically be reblogged, even if all tagging is correct.

Any art form is acceptable, including original writing, gif sets and fan art.

FAQs

“Do I have to create for all thirty days?”

- Not at all! Feel free to jump in whenever you’d like. This is a creation event, so create as much or as little as you want! However, if you want to be entered in the shout out post, you must participate in all 30 days.

“Can I post a creation after the day has already passed?”

- Yes! You’re welcome to post for a prompt day even after the date, just be sure to tag with which day and prompt you’ve created for! You will only be eligibile for the shoutout post if you complete all 30 days within the month of April.

“What if I don’t understand/like a prompt?”

- We have a list of 10 alt prompts for you to choose from if you don’t like the main 30. Feel free to use our alternate prompts for any day, and if there’s any confusion send us an ask!

[whumpsday]

With the Ides of March coming up, March is the perfect month to get into a whumpy mood! Here's some events to help with that!

March events starting today:

🏃 March Trope-A-Thon (@amonthofwhump), prompts here, a 7-day whump event (starts March 15!)

🎭 Whump: The Musical (@whumpthemusical), prompts here, a 31-day musical-themed whump event

📜 The Whumps of March (@storyweaverofgondor), prompts here, a 31-day literature-themed whump event

🌲 Wollemi Whump Event (@merriam-whumpster), prompts here, a month-long, 15-prompt whump event

🌵 March of Pain (@marchofpain), prompts here, a 31-day whump event

April events starting next month:

🩹 Whumpril (@whumpril), prompts here, a 30-day whump event

🎂 WoW's Birthday Whump Event (@whumperofworlds), prompts here, a 15-day whump event

🌧️ Angstpril (@chaos-company), prompts here, a 30-day angst event

🫀 Whump Wars (@folieadeuxserver), info here, a 10-day points-based Hannibal fandom whump event

In addition, I've made a whump event myself for the first time, though it's not seasonal: the Conflict Whump Challenge has 3-9 prompts depending on how you play it.

Have fun and enjoy the coming spring!

Full list of whump events here

[whumpcember]

Introducing Whumpcember 2022!

Everyone's heard of Whumptober or Febuwhump, Angstpril or Sicktember, but get ready for Whumpcember! Whumpcember is pretty much exactly like Whumptober or Febuwhump, except in December.

Whumpcember is born out of a love of monthly whump challenges but with zero time to complete them. I also want to complete these challenges, but never have the time! So I came to realize that, from an American perspective, December is the month I get the most time off. So, I decided to create this event for people who have too much time in December, but so little across the other 12 months. Of course, this is most definitely an American experience and not universal; so if you don't have free time during December it is still perfectly alright to participate! This event was just made to cure my December boredom, and anyone else's.

Now after that ramble, onto the actual rules:

Prompts should be answered with whump as the main focus (i'll let angst slide though, since it's similar enough to whump)

Fanfic! Gif! Text post! Fanart! Fan video! Any piece of media that you can possibly make that has whump counts!

You can use the prompts any time! Don't feel the need to rush

Though, prompts answered during December will most likely be reblogged

Post anywhere! AO3, Wattapad, Tumblr, or even Fanfic.Net! So as long as you make a Tumblr post with a link to the answered prompt it may be reblogged.

When posting onto Tumblr you can either @/ the blog or tag with #whumpcember2022 and the day's tag, such as #whumpcember2022 day1

Don't forget to add any warnings necessary, such as NSFW or sexual content

At the end of the month a masterpost will go out to all participants and a badge you can save stating that you are either a participant or completionist. In order to be on the masterpost though, you will have to fill out a google form at the end of month; don't worry it'll take two minutes!

I hope everyone has a fun time during the event! And if you have any questions shoot me an ask through the ask box!

(this is also my first year running this event, expect a hiccup or two)

Written Prompt List Below

-Main Prompts-

Day 1: Hypothermia

Day 2: Avalanche

Day 3: Storm

Day 4: Shortness of Breath

Day 5: “I hate you!”

Day 6: Separated

Day 7: Scars

Day 8: Faked Death

Day 9: Sacrifice

Day 10: “I won’t leave you”

Day 11: Clothing That Doesn’t Fit

Day 12: Broken Bone

Day 13: Fear of the Unknown

Day 14: Shaking

Day 15: “You’re A Monster”

Day 16: Bad Luck

Day 17: Icy Deep

Day 18: Betrayal

Day 19: Electricity

Day 20: “It’s Too Late”

Day 21: Self-Hate

Day 22: Closing In

Day 23: Stumbling

Day 24: Anticipation

Day 25: “Shouldn’t You Be Happy?”

Day 26: Free Falling

Day 27: Crash Landing

Day 28: Explosion

Day 29: Failure

Day 30: The End Is Nigh

Day 31: Slow Healing

-Alts-

Alt 1. Nightmares

Alt 2. Desperation

Alt 3. Deal With The Devil

Alt 4. Accidental Injury

Alt 5. “I Won’t Help You”

Alt 6. Revenge

Alt 7. Lashing Out

Alt 8. Secrets

Alt 9. On The Run

Alt 10. “I Would Die For You”

[creative-caramel-coffee]

ANGSTPRIL 2024

30 Days and 30 Prompts of pure ✨angst✨

Note: Up until posting pairings, names and TW are subject to change

Vomiting in a Vault

Pairing: Wandanat x Reader

Prompts: Homesick (Day 1) + Longing (Day 4)

TW: Vomiting, Being trapped, crying, canon typical violence, head injury, homesickness

Reader and Wanda get captured on a mission and want nothing more than to go home and be with Natasha.

Icicles and Injuries

Pairing: Wandanat x Reader

Prompts: Frozen (Day 2) + No way out (Day 11)

TW: Injury, being trapped, hypothermia, mentions of death, partial nudity (consented)

Reader gets trapped and needs to be saved before they freeze to death.

Sleepless Nights in the gym (COMING SOON)

Pairing: Wandanat x Reader

Prompts: Bad dreams (Day 7) + Drained (Day 22)

TW: Passing out, overworking, nightmares

Reader has been having trouble sleeping. In an effort to blow off some steam she ends up training until sunrise.

Secrets don’t Save you (COMING SOON)

Pairing: Wandanat x Reader

Prompts: Trust issues (Day 9) + Last chance (Day 17) + Learning the truth (Day 13) + Faking a smile (Day 21)

TW: Trust issues, lying, injury, regret, childhood trauma

Reader has issues asking for help as a result of trauma and once again fails to seek help. She ends up regretting it.

Ghost Pains (COMING SOON)

Pairing: Wandanat x Reader

Prompts: Phantom pain (Day 10)

TW: Previous injuries , pain

Reader’s old injury results in some pain during a bad flare up.

Too Little too Late (COMING SOON)

Pairing: Wandanat x Reader

Prompts: A little too late (Day 12) + Lost battle (Day 8)

TW: Vomiting, embarrassment

Reader feels awful and has been fighting the feeling of illness until the last possible moment … perhaps a little too late.

Don’t bite the hand that feeds (COMING SOON)

Pairing: Wandanat x Reader

Prompts: Confrontation (Day 15) + Cold shoulder (Day 25)

TW: Cold shoulder, sickness, arguments, sadness

Reader gets grumpy when she gets sick and ends up driving away the people who care about her.

Safe House Sickness (COMING SOON)

Pairing: Wandanat x Reader

Prompts: Cry for help (Day 16)

TW: Vomiting

Reader is being held in a safe house with Wanda and Natasha but she’s not safe from sickness.

Broken and on the Back-burner (COMING SOON)

Pairing: Wandanat x Reader

Prompts: Left behind (Day 18) + Broken (Day 20)

TW: Broken bones, canon typical violence, shock, being left behind, being shot, mentions of death

Reader gets put on the back burner when one of her teammates gets badly injured, but they end up forgetting her and the fact that her injuries are important as well.

Shot Shock Sick (COMING SOON)

Pairing: Wandanat x Reader

Prompts: Trembling (Day 19) + Panicked (Day 27)

TW: Vomiting, shock, canon-typical violence, themes of death, minor character death, crying

Reader if forced to kill for the first time since the red room and she doesn’t take it well. She was given autonomy … is this what she wants to do with it

[kybercrystals94]

Trusted

Read here on Ao3!

Angstpril 2024 | Day 9 | Prompt 9: Trust Issues

Rated: G | Words: 445 | Summary: The issue of trust…or lack thereof. | Character Focus: Wrecker, Crosshair, Omega 

“Can you hear me? Wrecker?” 

Wrecker groans, the voice - one of his brothers…he can’t tell which one - throbs like a percussion inside his skull. It’s excruciating and soothing all at once. He’s dying, but he’s not alone. He won’t die alone. 

“Stay with me, Wreck, you’re going to be fine,” his brother says. 

His eyes are open, but he only sees darkness, a consuming shroud of a thing. He’s blind, he can’t even see his brother’s face one last time before…

“Dying…” Wrecker croaks. 

His brother scoffs, and he’d know that deprecating sound anywhere. Crosshair. 

“I just told you you’re fine,” Crosshair says, but his voice is reedy. 

“Cross…” Wrecker manages. He reaches out blindly, and thin fingers clasp around his hand, gripping so tight Wrecker wonders if Crosshair thinks it will keep him from falling into the abyss of death. 

“Do you trust me?” Crosshair asks. 

Wrecker swallows around the pain, the fear, the sorrow. He nods, the tiny movement agonizing. 

“Good. Then you’re going to be fine. I promise.” 

Crosshair doesn’t have any sort of cosmic power to keep his word. Wrecker clings to it nonetheless. He trusts his brother to the ends of the galaxy. 

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Omega curls into Wrecker’s side. She’s grown in the months they’ve been apart. She’s taller, her hair is longer, and her face has lost some of the soft edges that made her look so young. But the light in her eyes has dulled, her expressions have sharpened. She’s seen and experienced things on Tantiss that haunt her and have shaped her. 

“I missed you so much,” Omega whispers. 

Wrecker chuckles brokenly. “I missed you more.”  

Wrecker’s gaze darts to the sniper sleeping in one of the fold down bunks. Almost as soon as Hunter got the Marauder into hyperspace, Crosshair had wilted, as though a tremendous weight had been lifted from his shoulders. 

The weight of keeping their sister safe.

He’d gotten Omega out of Tantiss when Wrecker and Hunter couldn’t. Omega had given them an abridged version of their escape. She couldn’t have done it without him. Not a chance in sith’s hell. 

“Do you trust him?” Wrecker asks, a rumble of a whisper. He doesn’t have to clarify who. 

Omega twists in his one armed grip, looking up at him so that their eyes meet. “Yes,” she says, her voice soft and confident, no discernible waver of doubt.

Wrecker remembers when he trusted his brother that much, with every last particle in his being. That trust had shattered long ago, but maybe it could be gathered up and rebuilt. Omega trusts him, and Wrecker trusts Omega. Maybe that can be enough for now.

Almost 1/3 of the way through Angstpril! 😱

Prompts Completed:

@the-little-moment (1. Homesick / 4. Longing / 7. Bad Dreams)

@just-here-with-my-thoughts (2. Frozen / 5. Self-Surgery / 8. Lost Battle)

KyberCrystals94 (3. Broken-Hearted / 6. This isn't going to work / 9. Trust Issues)

✨Let me know if you'd like to be added to my tag list!✨

Tag List: @followthepurrgil @isthereanechoinhere96 @amorfista @mooncommlink @arctrooper69 @nagyanna424 @proteatook @ezras-left-thumb @merkitty49

[rizzoto-whump]

@chaos-company Angstpril 2024 day 7 - Bad Dreams

@whumpers-monthly - Lullaby

James woke up, drenched in sweat and feeling a sharp sting of pain in his left arm.

"Ah, crap! Another bad dream," he muttered to himself. The pain was worsening, so he reached for another medicine to help ease it. The memories remained vivid in his mind: the brutal beating, the sound of his arm breaking, and the sensation of lying helpless on the bathroom floor, teetering on the brink of death.

Without his medication, he couldn't sleep at night, lest the nightmares return to torment him.

As the pain subsided, James took a deep breath and found some relief. He rested his head back on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling before closing his eyes. In his mind's eye, he pictured his mama, a kind old woman in her 60s, gently stroking his hair and singing his favorite lullaby.

Though she was nowhere to be found, James found solace in imagining her presence.

"Sleep, my baby~"

Taglist: @yoinky-sploinky

[the-little-moment]

Angstpril 2024 Masterlist

What an incredible month we had making angsty fic together! Thank you to everyone who read along, and thank you to @chaos-company for hosting this event! To my dear collaborators, @just-here-with-my-thoughts and @kybercrystals94, thank you SO MUCH for being up for tackling this with me! A new story every 3 days is no mean feat and I'm so proud of us. 💕 We did it!

Here's every story we wrote this month!

Day 1: Homesick by the-little-moment

Day 2: Frozen by just-here-with-my-thoughts

Day 3: Broken-Hearted by kybercrystals94

Day 4: Longing by the-little-moment

Day 5: Rise from the Ashes by just-here-with-my-thoughts

Day 6: This Isn't Going to Work by kybercrystals94

Day 7: Bad Dreams by the-little-moment

Day 8: Lost Battle by just-here-with-my-thoughts

Day 9: Trust Issues by kybercrystals94

Day 10: Phantom Pain by the-little-moment

Day 11: No Way Out by just-here-with-my-thoughts

Day 12: A Little Too Late by kybercrystals94

Day 13: Learning the Truth by the-little-moment

Day 14: Rock and a Hard Place by just-here-with-my-thoughts

Day 15: Confrontation by kybercrystals94

Day 16: Emotionally Distant by the-little-moment

Day 17: Last Chance by just-here-with-my-thoughts

Day 18: Left Behind by kybercrystals94

Day 19: Not Strong Enough by the-little-moment

Day 20: Broken by just-here-with-my-thoughts

Day 21: Faking a Smile by kybercrystals94

Day 22: Drained by the-little-moment

Day 23: Swept Away by just-here-with-my-thoughts

Day 24: The Ghost of You by kybercrystals94

Day 25: Paranoid by the-little-moment

Day 26: Grief by just-here-with-my-thoughts

Day 27: Panicked by kybercrystals94

Day 28: Never See You Again by the-little-moment

Day 29: Betrayal by just-here-with-my-thoughts

Day 30: The Last Time by kybercrystals94

Taglist: @clonethirstingisreal @freesia-writes @lightwise @bad-batch-lurker @aggy72

[fanfictasia]

Angstpril Day 7

Sleepless Nights

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Vision

Wind whips across me, blowing my hair across my face, though I could almost swear it’s not as much as it should, and tugging at my sleeves.

The constant crashing of rolling ocean waves sounds, but over that is – is something else. Something much, much worse. It’s on Kamino. Everything is always wet and rainy here, and I rarely see the sun, but now? Now, everything is burning. But why? How? This is our home. It’s – it’s Kamino and we can’t – be destroyed.

The air is as thick with smoke as with humidity.

I look skyward, panic clawing in my chest, and it’s – it’s raining now, too, like it always is. Only now it’s raining blue fire.

And I hear Hunter’s voice in the background, unseen. He sounds scared, as scared as I feel, and his words are blurred out over the sound of explosions.

And I can only watch with a mind-numbing horror as Kamino, as my home – the only home I never knew – burns to ash.

I jolt awake, heart racing. What was that? What in the stars was that?!

I drag a hand across my face, struggling to breathe in and out. I’ve had nightmares before. Just not this personal. It… I can’t imagine something happening to our home, but there it was. As if I need something else to be worried about right now.

I will also not be falling asleep again anytime soon. Instead, I just curl up again, shaking. It’s cold in the lab here – always is, and I don’t mind – but still, it’s… right now, I’m freezing. It’s probably just in my head.

Omega is curled up nearby, still sleeping. Her presence is comforting, but I don’t want to wake her up. And it still feels too quiet, too lonely.

I groan softly, rolling over, arms curling around myself. It won’t help. It won’t make it stop. It won’t keep me from seeing this awful nightmare when I try to sleep and even when I’m not, because I can still hear and feel it echoing in my mind.

It still feels like if I try to sleep, the room will… explode for some inconceivable reason. Or that everything will spontaneously start on fire and… I just want to see my brothers again.

[tinderbox210]

Nightmares

Angstpril 2024 - Day 7: Bad Dreams

Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds Pairing: La'an Noonien-Singh/Spock Rating: M Chapters: One Shot, Drabble Setting: post season 2

Summary: It was just a bad dream! One of many… Part of her knew it wasn’t real, just a nightmarish mosaic of her worst memories coming to life, but it felt so realistic and tangible that it made all of her instincts scream in alarm and her gut coil with chilling fear and daunting panic. She was trapped in the darkness with no way of escaping the monsters haunting every corner of subconsciousness.

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Waiting Game (Tower: Day 29)

For Angstpril, Day 7: Sleepless Nights

cw: imprisonment, isolation, mentions of violence, dehumanization

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His head hurt.

It was strange, after everything that had happened, that he could focus on something as small as a headache, but maybe that's why he did it.

He'd lost a fight. No big deal, he'd lost plenty of fights, but this one didn't end with a defeat or retreat or even just an arrest. Overkast hadn't stopped after a blow that knocked Lex senseless, after beating him until he could barely move, even after tearing off his fucking limbs when he'd tried to counterattack with his fire.

Lex hadn't been conscious for long after that. 

He'd woken up in a cell, if you could even call it waking up. Half-dead, unaware of anything but the pain and the fact that he'd been caught. He'd tried to fight his way out, ignoring how much it hurt to move, how weak he was, but his fire wouldn't come. His blows wouldn't connect. They must've sedated him after that, because he couldn't remember much else.

He didn't know how much time had passed since his arrest. All he knew was his freedom was lost, and his arms were gone.

And his head hurt.

Alexei's cell was small. He supposed all cells in the tower were; they were designed to contain, not offer comfort. The floor and walls were dense stone, and there were no windows; no light save for the scant amount that crept from the slots in the heavy metal door. 

One ankle was connected to the wall with a few feet of chain, the other was fitted with a power-dampening cuff. A metal cot lined with a thin mattress hung from one of the walls, and a metal toilet sat in the corner across from it, barely within the range the chain allowed him.

The idea that this might be the rest of his life was too big, too painful for him to swallow right now. It didn't feel real. One slip up, one fight he'd been just a hair outmatched in, and his world had ended. The weight of that reality would crush him if he let it.

So much of him didn't want to believe it. Surely, he'd find a way to escape, or his friends in the Underneath would come and free him, or some fucking natural disaster would turn the tide in his favor.

But of course that wouldn't happen. If he wanted things to return to any semblance of normalcy, it was entirely on his shoulders.

Meals came twice a day, as far as he could tell based on his sleep and hunger patterns. A cardboard tray filled with cold, shapeless food, pushed through one of the door slots, along with a shallow dish filled with water. Eating on his knees, face in the bowl like some kind of animal was a blow to his pride, but he'd take it over being fed by one of the guards.

He hadn't seen another person since coming fully into consciousness, when they'd finally brought in someone with healing powers to seal his wounds. That had been a few days ago. A week, at most.

He knew he shouldn't care if he saw guards or not, and he was used to spending plenty of time alone, but the emptiness, the quiet of the cell was starting to eat at him.

Whatever. He could use their inattention to his advantage. Based on the fragments of memory from his weeks spent half-conscious and healing, he knew he was imprisoned at the Tower, one of a handful of places in the city designed to hold criminals with powers. Staffed by powered guards, equipped with plenty of countermeasures… breaking out would've been a challenge before he'd lost his arms. Now it'd be all but impossible.

Lex could bide his time. Get stronger, act weaker. Catch them off guard, take a hostage through the damned door slot if he had to. Anything to get away. Anything to avoid the fate the city had chosen for him.

But he knew that even if he could manage it, (he would, he had to) it would take time to find an opening, to plan. And that time would be spent here, whether he liked it or not. He'd heard stories of the Tower from other Neath citizens. Horror stories designed to shock their listeners; tales of human experimentation and violence and removal of rights, of guards torturing or violating prisoners just because they could. All second-hand. Once someone was taken to the Tower, they were often never seen again. Strange to think he'd joined that number. Strange and terrifying. But he was determined to change the ending of his story.

If that meant suffering through whatever the Tower had to give, he'd bear it.

At least that's what Lex told himself as he lay flat on his back, staring up into the darkness of the cell. He'd bear it, but 'it' filled him with a smothering dread.

And there was nothing to do but wait through it. He felt helpless, an object waiting to be acted upon—a bitter, sickening notion. He had nothing but his own body—or what remained of it—and the ragged clothes on his back.

The cell was sanitized of anything he could make use of; even the water tray was tinfoil, and he'd learned quickly that if he tried to remove it from the reach of the slot, the guards simply wouldn't refill it. The single sheet on the cot was thin enough that it wouldn't see much use before tearing, and what could he do with that besides set it on fire, destroying one of the few comforts he'd been granted?

He had his teeth, his eyes, his mind.

And there was nothing to do but wait.

Lex lay on his back. Trying to sleep, failing to sleep. Reciting old poems under his breath just to hear a voice, to keep the darker thoughts at bay, keep the despair from consuming him.

He closed his eyes, and he waited.

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[autobot2001]

Back to Sleep

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating; E Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Jamie is up at two in the morning from a nightmare. Her guardians struggle to get her back to sleep. continued from angstpril day 7; bad dream.

@whumpril day 4; swaying @whumpers-monthly issue no. 27; lullaby.

Jamie waking up from a nightmare isn’t new to Crosshairs and Drift. Like theirs, her nightmares seldom happen. It’s a relief to them except for how her nightmares terrify her. The tight grip she has on Drift and her blubbering concerns them. Crosshairs hates feeling his role in supporting Jamie is minimal especially when Jamie has a nightmare. The two mechs know they should get Jamie to tell them what has her frightened, but she seldom tells them what’s upsetting her. The focus on getting her back to sleep. Sleep aid medicine is out of the question as it’s two in the morning, even if Jamie might sleep later the longer it takes for her to fall asleep. Drift lying on the bed isn’t happening. Further hinting at what Jamie’s nightmare was about. “Well, this worked before,” Drift comments as he stands up. Crosshairs knows what he’s talking about. Crosshairs hates there’s no way for him to help. The two see how frightened Jamie is. The mech didn’t think Drift would sing in Japanese. Crosshairs assumes it’s a Japanese lullaby, or a few since Jamie is taking a while to calm down.

Once Jamie drops crying, Drift sits on the bed. Crosshairs sits beside him. Drift isn’t sure if lying on the bed is wise. He continues to sway, hoping to get Jamie to fall asleep. Crosshairs takes Jamie’s hand. Jamie takes ten minutes to fall asleep. Drift waits another five before lying Jamie in bed. He sighs frustrated. Drift doesn’t want to talk, but Crosshairs insists they talk. Not just about Jamie’s nightmare and how terrified she was.

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Angstpril 2023

Hi everyone!

It’s that time of year again! We are excited to announce that we are hosting the event again this year!

All prompts, FAQs and rules can be found in the graphics and below the cut! 

1. Liar

2. Invisible Wounds

3. No Escape

4. "Why Did You Leave?”

5. Crisis

6. Abandoned

7. Sleepless Nights

8. Mind Games

9. Devastation

10. Sacrifice

11. Self-Sabotage

12. Confessions

13. Recovery

14. Cruelty

15. Lost In My Mind

16. "You Have To Let Me Go”

17. Running Away

18. Exhausted

19. Breaking Down

20. "I Can’t Go Back”

21. “You’re On Your Own, Kid”

22. Shadow Of Former Self

23. Failure

24. "I Was Wrong About You”

25. Nothing Lasts Forever

26. Storm

27. Heated Argument

28. Loss

29. Cast Away

30. Lost Hope

ALTERNATIVE PROMPTS

1. Til Death Do Us Part

2. “I Can’t”

3. Inner Demons

4. No Good Dead Goes Unpunished

5. Serious Injury

6. Trust Issues

7. Loss of Control

8. Trauma

9. Memories Feel Like Weapons

10. Mistake

FAQs

“Do I have to create for all thirty days?”

- Not at all! Feel free to jump in whenever you’d like. This is a creation event, so create as much or as little as you want! However, if you want to be entered in the shout out post, you must participate in all 30 days.

“Can I post a creation after the day has already passed?”

- Yes! You’re welcome to post for a prompt day even after the date, just be sure to tag with which day and prompt you’ve created for! You will only be eligibile for the shoutout post if you complete all 30 days within the month of April.

“What if I don’t understand/like a prompt?”

- We have a list of 10 alt prompts for you to choose from if you don’t like the main 30. Feel free to use our alternate prompts for any day, and if there’s any confusion send us an ask!