#angstpril day 24

[fanfictasia]

Angstpril Day 24

The Ghost Of You

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Sith Strike Back

“Are you okay?” Ahsoka queries, crouching in front of him.

Vader blinks, the question catching him by surprise.

“You keep acting… I don’t know. Weird. And it’s weird enough I was able to beat you.”

“It has been a long time since I last saw you,” he replies quietly.

“What happened to me? After – after this?”

“I – I do not know. I found your lightsaber not long after everything fell and I knew you survived but I do not know where you went.”

“We never saw each other again?” Ahsoka asks, biting her lip. He can see the lingering anxiety there and he can sense her longing. She misses him, what he was, but that’s not who he is anymore. He can’t be her Anakin.

“Only once. It did not end well.”

“What do you mean?”

“We fought.” For a moment, he’s half expecting to see the older her instead of the young one. He wants to hear what she has to say about it, to talk to her again, but this isn’t his her. Even if this is really the ‘her’ he remembers. It feels like he’s looking at a ghost.

Ahsoka’s eyes widen, something like horror flickering through her gaze. “I – I can’t imagine that. I mean if you were a Sith – I don’t know. I can’t believe this is the future.”

He’d say that too if he hadn’t been living in it for two decades. “You had reason to be angry,” he tells her, numbly. He doesn’t know what her relationship with that other boy there was, but…

Ahsoka leans forwards unexpectedly, winding her arms around him. Vader freezes only for a moment but pulls her close. She slides half into his lap and he squeezes her a little tighter. Never wants to let go. He can’t even believe what she's doing. He doesn’t even understand why. She knows that he is. But to be fair, she doesn’t know what he’s done yet.

“I missed you,” she murmurs, into his shoulder.

“I missed you too… Snips.” He ignores the way his voice is wavering as he says it.

[whumpflash]

Penumbra: Uncertain

for Angstpril, Day 24: Trauma (alt)

cw: whump aftermath, wound cleaning, mentioned weight loss, non-sexual nudity, discussed death wish/suicide attempts

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note: please mind the warnings. If you'd like to read a version of this chapter without a specific element, feel free to PM me and I'll send you an edited version. Stay safe, everyone!

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It was a mile's trek back to their great-uncle's house, made all the longer with the pelt of the rain on their back and the weight of the injured man in their arms. Cerus had begun the journey upright, stumbling along with a thin arm wrapped around Tansy's shoulders, but it had soon become apparent that he was in no condition to walk. They'd lifted his shaking form, trying not to think about how light he was, how his flesh radiated heat even through the wet clothing. How the shipwrights had him working out in the cold anyway.

Neither of them spoke a word throughout, and when Tansy spared a glance down to check on Cerus, his eyes were closed. For his own sake, they hoped he was unconscious.

Aldon was still not home when they opened the door, but that was perhaps for the better. They weren't certain he'd be all too happy at the idea of sheltering the former tyrant. For now, Cerus would have to be their secret.

Tansy carried him upstairs, to the sparse room their uncle had set aside for them, and lay Cerus on the bed. Their shoulders burned from the effort of getting him here, but now was not the time to rest. They discarded their waterlogged cloak, and began to cut away Cerus's soaked rags. The man seemed to be awake now; half-lidded eyes above hollow cheeks, staring dully at the ceiling. He made no move to struggle, or even speak.

He was considerably thinner than he'd been at his trial, the sharp outline of ribs and hip bones jutting against pale skin. Scars and bruises, old and new, covered his body, and when they rolled him onto his side to check his back, they were met with a horrific number of whip marks, some still oozing blood, darkening the bedsheets.

Though his eyes were open, Cerus responded to Tansy's examination as if he were unconscious, offering neither remark nor resistance, and Tansy was left wondering if it was the fever that had left him numbed to the world around, or if it was simply how the man protected himself from the constant maltreatment.

"I'm going to clean your wounds," they said, watching for a response. To their surprise, Cerus's eyes sharpened.

"And wh—" He let out a cough that shook his body. "Why would you do s-something like that?"

Why indeed? Wanting to help the suffering was human nature, but when the sufferer himself was the cause of so much misery, what was one to do? They did not reply, rolling Cerus onto his stomach.

"Wait here," they said, though they doubted he was capable of doing otherwise, and walked down the stairs, toward the kitchen.

Why indeed. The strangeness of the situation was starting to take hold of them. How could they do something like this? Saving the very person they'd sworn to depose, bringing him into their home, tending to him. Would anyone else in the village, in all of Feyadel, do the same, or was Tansy mad for making such a choice? What would their comrades in the battalion think of their decision, were they here to see it?

More than why they'd done it, another question was heavy in their thoughts; what were they going to do, now that they'd chosen to help? Cerus was under sentence. He lawfully belonged to the shipyard, regardless of the abuse he'd suffer there. Even if they could grant him a reprieve from the rain, he couldn't very well stay here; eventually someone would come looking for him. Still, they couldn't in good conscience just hand him back over to the docks, not when he was clearly ill, not when he could barely stand.

For now, they'd try and curb their worries, and think only of tonight. Whatever tomorrow brought, they'd handle it in the morning.

They gathered linen cloth and water from the kitchen, tucking a small bottle of brandy under their arm as well. Tansy was a soldier, not a medic, but they'd still treated their fair share of wounds. The parcel of clams watched them forlornly from the wooden counter, and Tansy cast a glance back at it as they climbed the stairs. First they'd tend to Cerus, then get a start on dinner before their uncle returned. And hopefully, he wouldn't notice if they cooked for three.

Cerus flinched when they opened the door, as if startled from sleep, and Tansy knelt by the bed, depositing their supplies beside them.

"This will sting," they warned, as they wetted a cloth with brandy, then wondered why they bothered. Couldn't they at least find catharsis in the necessary pain that came with cleaning his wounds?

Cerus inhaled through clenched teeth as Tansy touched the cloth to his back, his next breath turning into a whimper when they began to gently scrub the torn, feverish skin. As much as they wished they could, Tansy found no solace in his pain. They finished cleaning and binding the cuts without another word, then covered Cerus with a blanket, trying to ignore the way he stared at them.

"You're not a priest," he said bluntly. "Nor a healer."

Tansy lifted their chin. "I'm a soldier," they replied. "I fought to end your reign."

He showed no reaction. "And you did. So why?"

Tansy turned away. They didn't need to have this conversation with him, of all people.

"Y-you should've left me."

That halted them in place. "To die?"

Cerus let out a bitter laugh that rapidly degraded into a coughing fit. "Do you think I don't desire an end? Do you think I fear death enough to cling to a life such as this one?"

Tansy frowned. "If that were so… would you not have found your own end?"

 "If I throw myself into the sea, they haul me out. If I cut a vein, they hold me down and send for a healer. I am not allowed to escape. All I can do is wait for my body to fail."

"You'd rather I'd left you to be beaten, then."

"I have received more beatings than a man can count. What's one that goes unfinished?" His words dissolved into another vicious cough. "You were a soldier. Certainly, you saw friends felled by my troops. Family."

"You'd have difficulty finding a soldier who hasn't," Tansy answered, their tone flat. Why would he bring up such a thing now? Did he wish to turn them against him, to drive them to throw him back out into the rain?

"Then you have as much reason to hate me as everyone else," Cerus said. "Why bring me here? Why not leave me to die, or even end me by your own hand?" He tried to push himself up with shaking arms, but fell back onto the bed with a cry. "Y–ghnn—you've lost family by my hand. This very village burned by my hand. Why let me draw another breath? Why not strike me down?"

Tansy shook their head. It seemed that Cerus was trying to goad them into anger, but why? Whatever the reason, they would not allow themselves to be persuaded by him.

"I've seen enough bloodshed for one lifetime," they answered.

"And I am at fault for that," Cerus protested.

They closed their eyes against his words, reaching for the door. "Rest."

"I felt no remorse, no regret," Cerus called after them, voice rising, shaking. "Will you not take vengeance?"

Tansy closed their fingers around the door's handle, clenching it tightly. They almost wished they could, and certainly wished they didn't feel this odd, misplaced pity. But it wouldn't be vengeance anymore, it would be simple cruelty. An honorable execution was seven months too late, and they could never bring themselves to raise a hand against someone as weak and sick and hurt as Cerus was right now, especially not at his behest.

When they glanced backwards, the former tyrant was wearing an expression they couldn't quite place. Was it anger? Fear? Simple disbelief that Tansy would dare tend to him?

"Will you not take vengeance?" he repeated, his voice now barely above a whisper, and Tansy shook their head.

"What vengeance is left to take?" they murmured, and finally opened the door, stepped through, and pulled it closed behind them.

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@whumpwillow @rabbitdrabbles @kixngiggles @honeycollectswhump

[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.

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- 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!

[kybercrystals94]

Sounds Like Him

Read on Ao3 here!

Angstpril 2024 | Day 24 | Prompt 24: Ghost of You

Rated: G | Words: 435 | Summary: Wrecker and Crosshair talk about their lost brother. | Character Focus: Wrecker, Crosshair 

Wrecker groggily wakes to the sound of sure fingers typing. “Go to sleep, Tech,” he grumbles, turning over in the pull down bunk to face the wall. 

The typing stops abruptly. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.” Crosshair’s voice. Not Tech’s. Never Tech’s. 

Tech is dead. 

Wrecker rolls to his back, stares at the bunk above him. “Sorry,” he says. 

Crosshair makes a scoffing noise. “What for? I woke you up.”

“I thought you were Tech for a second,” Wrecker says. “It just sounded…like he was here. The way you were typing. Haven’t heard typing like that since before.”

Crosshair is quiet for a few moments, and Wrecker isn’t sure he’s going to answer, and then, “Hunter types like a newborn blurrg’s first steps.” 

Wrecker barks out a surprised laugh, turning his head to look at his brother. Crosshair smirks back at him. 

“I missed you, Cross,” Wrecker says. “A whole lot.” He isn’t sure why he’s suddenly feeling sentimental, but the words need to be said. 

He misses Tech. Every day. 

But he also missed Crosshair. 

Every day.  

Crosshair blinks at him, smile dropping. He glances away. “I missed you too.” 

Wrecker sits up, ducking his head so he doesn’t hit it on the upper bunk. He leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees. “Did Omega ever tell you about Tech winning a pod race?”

A half shrug and a nod. “A little. No details, but I got the gist of it.” 

“You should’ve seen him,” Wrecker says, becoming animated. “He was the craziest racer there.” 

Crosshair chuckles. “You sound surprised.” 

“Nah,” Wrecker says. “Just proud of him.” 

His little brother hums. “I would’ve liked to see that,” Crosshair mumbles, looking down at the data pad gone idle in his lap. He pecks one finger at the screen, igniting it to life, but he doesn’t do anything else with it. “There’s a lot of things I should’ve been here for.”

Wrecker swallows, but only lets his silence agree. 

“Maybe,” Crosshair continues once the quiet between them has settled, “you can tell me what happened…with the pod race.”

Wrecker grins so big it hurts. Until this moment, he hadn’t realized how badly he’d wanted to share this story with Crosshair. All the details, even the ones he and Tech and Omega had carefully left out when reporting to Hunter and Echo. 

“Well,” Wrecker says, swinging his legs over the side of the bunk. “I’ll have to start at the beginning.” 

Crosshair rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Well, that’s obvious,” he snarks. 

And kriff, if he doesn’t sound just like Tech when he says it. 

@the-little-moment @just-here-with-my-thoughts, less than a week left of Angstpril! But that also means less than a week until the end of the Bad Batch 😭 I'm not ready!!

And I'm posting this story before the second to last episode airs just in case it ruins me emotionally....eeeeeep!

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[katwritesshit]

angstpril '24 day 3 — broken-hearted

Zena is broken-hearted.

Cassius is broken-hearted.

Word Count :: 475

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Zena was broken-hearted. Cassius was her best friend, and she'd let him be taken away her. This was all her fault. If only she'd heard the bounty hunters coming. If only she'd warned him first, before protecting herself.

He was probably alone right now. He was probably suffering alone in a cold, dark cellar.

She hoped he wasn't blaming himself. This was all her fault; her burden to bear.

The others wouldn't leave her alone.

Nikolai came in and told her he was going to get Cass back. He wouldn't need to if it wasn't for her.

Zvezda brought her a sandwich and some water, sat down beside her and held her as she cried. Zena didn't want to bother her but the tears came without warning and felt like they would never stop.

Mirko came in and asked if she was okay, if she needed anything. She said she didn't.

Florien didn't come in while Zena was awake, but when she eventually fell asleep, she woke up under a blanket she remembered seeing in his room.

Amari was waiting for her when she woke up. She told her Cassius would be fine. Zena didn't believe her.

Nazheda came in that night and asked Zena to tell her a story. She told her about how her and Cassius had met, how she knew right away her was her soulmate, her best friend for life, her other half. She was crying by the end of it.

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Cassius was broken-hearted. Zena was his best friend, and he'd let himself be taken away her. This was all his fault. If only he'd heard the bounty hunters coming. If only he'd been paying more attention.

She was probably trying to be alone right now. She had probably locked herself in her room.

He hoped she wasn't blaming herself. This was all his fault; his burden to bear.

He hoped the others wouldn't leave her alone.

Nikolai would comfort her in his shitty, emotionally constipated way. He'd probably awkwardly tell her he had a plan, then leave the comfort to someone else.

Cassius didn't know Zvezda well, but he knew she cared about Nikolai. And if a girl as nice as her could care for a boy like Nikolai, she would probably be taking care of Zena.

He hoped somone came in and asked if she was okay, if she needed anything. He knew she would say she didn't but he hoped for it anyway.

He hoped she would wake up comfortable, that someone would take the time to make sure she was warm.

He hoped someone would tell her he was fine, that they would find him.

As Cassius fell asleep, he found himself reminiscing how they met. How he knew, that same day, that she was his soulmate. His best friend. His other half. He fell asleep crying.

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End Notes :: NO GUYS YOU DONT GET IT THESE LITTLE PIRATES MAKE ME WANNA SIDJDHJDUFJDJSHRHDHDHDH

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Angstpril 2023 Masterpost

Day 1: Liar (featuring Alexei Wilder)

Assassin whump, sci fi, superhero world.

Day 2: Loss of Control (featuring Cerus)

Fantasy, villain/royalty whump.

Day 3: No Escape (featuring Cerus)

Fantasy, villain/royalty whump.

Day 4: "Why Did You Leave?" (featuring Alexei)

Assassin whump, superhero setting

Day 5: Serious Injury (featuring Cerus)

Fantasy, villain/royalty whump

Day 6: Abandoned

Villain whump, heroes and villains.

Day 7: Sleepless Nights (featuring Alexei)

Assassin whumpee, imprisonment.

Day 8: Mind Games (featuring Alexei)

Assassin whumpee, noncon caretaking.

Day 9: Devastation (featuring Cerus and Tansy)

Villain/royalty whump. Fantasy.

Day 10: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (featuring Judd)

Apocalypse whump, defiant whumpee.

Day 11: Self-Sabotage (featuring Lex)

Assassin whump, superhero setting. Creepy whumper.

Day 12: Confessions (featuring Lex)

Assassin whump, superhero setting.

Day 13: Recovery (featuring Lex)

Assassin whumpee, superhero setting.

Day 14: Cruelty (featuring Lex)

Assassin whumpee, whumper POV.

Day 15: Lost in My Mind (featuring Lex)

Assassin whumpee, heroes and villains.

Day 16: "You Have to Let Me Go" (featuring Rhys)

Non-human whumpee, lab whump.

Day 17: Running Away (featuring Lex)

Assassin whumpee, heroes and villains.

Day 18: Exhausted (featuring Lex)

Assassin whumpee, heroes and villains

Day 19: Breaking Down (featuring Lex)

Assassin whumpee, prison setting

Day 20: Burn (featuring Lex and Akeela)

Assassin whumpee, raging against the system lol

Day 21: No One's Coming to Save You (featuring Lex)

Assassin whumpee, heroes and villains

Day 22: Shadow of Former Self (featuring Cerus)

Royal/villain whump, fantasy setting

Day 23: Failure (featuring Rhys)

Lab whump, nonhuman whumpee

Day 24: Trauma (featuring Cerus)

Royal/villain whump, wound cleaning

Day 25: Nothing Lasts Forever (featuring Lex)

Assassin whumpee, more rage against the machine

Day 26: Storm (featuring Markus)

Villain whumpee, even more rage against the system

Day 27: Til Death Do Us Part (featuring Lex)

Assassin whumpee, possessive whumper

Day 28: Trust Issues (featuring Cerus)

Royal/villain whump, recovery.

Day 29: Mistake (featuring Cerus)

Royal/villain whump

Day 30: Lost Hope (featuring Melchior)

Whump art

[solar-siren]

Angstpril 2023 Masterpost

A belated masterpost of my Tron Angstpril fics. You can also read them all on AO3.

Day 1 - Liar

Day 2 - Trust Issues

Day 3 - No Escape

Day 4 - “Why did you leave?”

Day 5 - Crisis

Day 6 - Abandoned

Day 7 - Sleepless Nights

Day 8 - Mind Games

Day 9 - Devastation

Day 10 - Sacrifice

Day 11 - Self-Sabotage

Day 12 - Confessions

Day 13 - Recovery

Day 14 - Cruelty

Day 15 - Lost In My Mind

Day 16 - “You Have to Let Me Go”

Day 17 - Running Away

Day 18 - Exhausted

Day 19 - Breaking Down

Day 20 - “I Can’t Go Back”

Day 21 - You’re On Your Own, Kid

Day 22 - Shadow of Former Self

Day 23 - Failure

Day 24 - “I Was Wrong About You��

Day 25 - Nothing Lasts Forever

Day 26 - Storm

Day 27 - Heated Argument

Day 28 - Loss

Day 29 - Cast Away

Day 30 - Lost Hope

[amamicorp]

Ah fuck forgot to post on tumblr again. Hi gang this is me here again with another fic for @chaos-company's Angstpril event. Same rules apply as ever: more fanfiction for Danganronpa v3's postgame in a virtual reality AU.

This post is for Day 24's prompt, "I Was Wrong About You," and features Kaito and Kokichi. Fun pair to have for that prompt in postgame, I think, and lets me dig into some of their own personal stuff they've had going on all month long. Fun fic, I always enjoy writing their banter, it went great. Hope you like it!

[autobot2001]

Away From Him

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: Sideswipe/Sunstreaker Description: Sideswipe has had enough of Sunstreaker's ridiculous idea. He spends the afternoon out of the base and away from Sunstreaker. continued from day 24.

@chaos-company angstpril day 25; cold shoulder

Sideswipe knows Sunstreaker won’t drop his suspicion about Dylan. He knows Sunstreaker is protective of the few he cares about, but Sideswipe thinks this is excessive. Sideswipe goes to McDonald’s for lunch. He informs Drift but asks him not to tell Sunstreaker where he is. Sideswipe blocks his side of the bond and puts his phone on silent.

Sideswipe walks down the street towards McDonald’s. It’s a five-minute walk, and he’s in no hurry to return to the base. He’ll go to the park instead. He knows he can’t avoid Sunstreaker forever, but he’s in no mood for Sunstreaker’s ridiculous suspicion.

Sunstreaker is not pleased that Sideswipe left the base. He knows his brother is avoiding him. Drift is concerned about why Sideswipe is ignoring Sunstreaker even while knowing the brothers argue and their anger doesn’t last long.

Sideswipe sits on the ground by the pond. Ducks show interest in his possessions. “Shoo, you can’t have this. I know how dare I brought nothing for you.” Sideswipe laughs at the duck who quacked at him as she and two others waddled to the pond. He smiles, thinking about what would Jamie say the duck said. Hoping to remember to bring up a trip to the park to Drift. Sideswipe looks at his phone, expecting several messages and missed calls from Sunstreaker, but all the notifications are social media notifications.

Sunstreaker knows his friends would tell him to leave Sideswipe alone, along with asking why is Sideswipe ignoring him, which after Sideswipe’s reaction, he’d rather not tell them even if he’s trying to protect Jamie. He worries about how long Sideswipe will ignore him. Sunstreaker knows Sideswipe wouldn’t ignore him if the two were in battle, but Sideswipe will ignore him off the battlefield.

Sideswipe returns to the base at two. The two hours out was nice. He expected Sunstreaker to be in their room, working on art, as he has the day off and Lily is at school. Sideswipe sits on the couch, puts his headphones on to listen to music, and plays a video game with the video game on mute. He knows he can’t ignore Sunstreaker forever, but he’s not ready to hear Sunstreaker’s suspicion again. He knows Sunstreaker won’t drop it, especially when he thinks he’s trying to protect Jamie. Sideswipe doesn’t know that Sunstreaker is aware he returned. Sunstreaker looks at his brother, hating he’s still being ignored. Concerned about the duration, this may persist for days or weeks.

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

no heroes, no villains

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/kIzmVon

by Jimcloud

Kaito has been meaning to talk to Kokichi for a while, settle things between them. Let Kokichi know exactly where he stands.

Not as some hero, though. Not at the Luminary of the Stars. Just... just as Kaito. After what Kokichi has shown him, that's the Kaito that he deserves to see.

(Angstpril 2023 Day 24: "I Was Wrong About You")

Words: 1721, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 24 of Angstpril 2023

Fandoms: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Momota Kaito, Oma Kokichi

Relationships: Momota Kaito/Oma Kokichi, Momota Kaito & Oma Kokichi

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Killing Game Was A Virtual Reality Simulation (Dangan Ronpa), POV First Person, Introspection, Light Angst

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/kIzmVon

[diracsea]

angstpril 2023 - vnf edition.

không viết được hết đâu, và cũng không phải mọi prompt đều sẽ biến thành một chiếc juicy angsty fic, nhưng sẽ cố gắng viết nhiều nhất có thể.

day 1: liar - nói dối (tđt, ntc)

day 2: invisible wounds - giấu kín (nhđ, nđc)

day 3: no escape - lối thoát (pml, bhva, tbt)

day 4: "why did you leave?" - câu hỏi (bhva, ttt, vcna, nth, mnh, nta, đvt)

day 5: crisis - ngưỡng cửa (nhđ, nđc)

day 6: abandoned - ngày dài (đvh, qnh)

day 7: sleepless nights - đêm dài (qnh, tđt, bhva)

day 8: mind games - trò chơi (đvt, nqh, ntc, tđt, nbmh)

day 9: devastation - khoảng lặng (lvx, lxt, ntp)

day 10: sacrifice - bước ngoặt (đdm, ntc, nmd)

day 11: self-sabotage - ngủ đi (đvt, bhva, ntb)

day 12: confessions - trung thu (dqt, đdm, nqh, dtl)

day 13: recovery

day 14: cruelty

day 15: lost in my mind

day 16: "you have to let me go"

day 17: running away

day 18: exhausted

day 19: breaking down

day 20: "i can't go back"

day 21: you're on your own, kid

day 22: shadow of former self

day 23: failure

day 24: "i was wrong about you"

day 25: nothing lasts forever

day 26: storm

day 27: heated argument

day 28: loss

day 29: cast away

day 30: lost hope

[fanfictasia]

Angstpril Day 24

Alt. Trust Issues

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Acolyte

“Anything I could say would be pure speculation,” Anakin says as they approach Master Windu together. Rex is shadowing behind them, though they’ll be parting ways soon, now that they’re at the Temple again.

Ahsoka is admittedly glad to be back, too. She’s sore, and still tired. A long nap would be much appreciated.

“But we can’t deny there is a deeper meaning to this.”

“The Council has been informed on this situation already,” the Jedi Master responds, “As has the Chancellor.” Anakin’s hands clench tighter behind his back – Ahsoka senses as much as sees it. He’s holding his hands tight enough that it must hurt. He’s always nervous, uncomfortable around Council members.

“We need to act on this,” Ahsoka says, holding out the container Fives had given them, containing his and Tup’s removed inhibitor chips. “When Tup’s broke down, he turned on the Jedi. He would have no reason or motivation to do it. He thought someone told him to, and there must be some connection.”

“The Council will look into it,” he assures, “If you are correct, and there is a connection, we will find it.”

Anakin nods. “Thank you.”

“Leave this to the Council, Skywalker,” Windu adds. Ahsoka bites her lip to withhold protest. She trusts the Council, but she also doesn’t. They make mistakes, and she doesn’t know if she can trust them to make the right choice in something this big. The entire galaxy could be at stake.

“Yes, master,” Anakin agrees, and she senses his discomfort and disappointment, even if his posture doesn’t so much as twitch. He’s good at that – at hiding. It’s impressive, considering how much she knows this upsets him.

“For now, I am going to the Senate to speak with the Chancellor,” Windu adds, “I will address this upon my return.”

They part ways there, pausing to say a brief goodbye to Rex before heading deeper inside the Temple to their rooms. He’s from a different place, on a different level than them, like Anakin said. In truth, Ahsoka never thought about it until her master laid it out to her. And he’s right that Rex deserves better. All the clones do.

“How are you?” Anakin asks her.

She hums contemplatively. “A bit tired, but mostly fine. Give me a few days, and I’ll be back to normal.”

“Good. I have the feeling we’ll be needing that.”

Ahsoka does, too. She’s not sure why. But something is… wrong. Something terrible is about to happen, and she can only wait and dread to see what… whether about he Council, the inhibitor chips, or something else.

[ilonga]

angtspril day 24

prompt: Goodbyes

follow up to day 6′s Wandavision au

ao3

Once the battle is over and the carnage, for the most part, cleaned aside, Padme finds him by the steps of their home.

Luke and Leia are inside. They're still practically bouncing off the walls; playing the hero had been dangerous and scary for them, yes, but now they're just working through the adrenaline rush the fight had left them with.

"You're going to have to get rid of all of this," Padme says, her eyes roving over the picturesque city of Theed, now deserted of its inhabitants, "aren't you." 

He nods mutely. He doesn't trust his voice.

"What'll happen to it all?" she asks. He looks up; she's leaning on the side of the door frame, arms crossed, gaze far away. The sunset's rays give her a practically ethereal glow.

"It'll go back to the way it was before," he finally says. "Everything else—everyone else that wasn't here before will vanish."

"Including me," Padme murmurs. "And Luke. And Leia."

"Yes."

He has to do it, he knows. It's already started; at the borders of the city, the force-induced haze is already lifting. Now he's just here, numb with the anticipation.

He looks up at Padme. He's weak, he knows. If Padme opens her mouth and begs him right there to stop it, to keep the false reality running, to keep her and the children alive and happy—he'd do it. He'd do anything she asked.

But she doesn't. And he doesn't.

"I don't want to die," she says softly. "But my life, for all of theirs—that's not a fair trade." 

Yes. They both know that, by now. Besides, this reality was built on panic and loneliness and desperation. It was never built to last. 

"And she—" Padme's breath hitches. "The old Padme. Me before all of this. She wouldn't have wanted this either, would she?"

Anakin takes a shuddering breath. "No," he agrees. "she wouldn't." 

Suddenly panic grips his heart like a vise. "Luke—and Leia—" They'll be gone. Their children—they'll be dead. 

"They were happy," Padme says, voice breaking. "with us. That's all we can ask."

She sits down next to him and laces their fingers together. Part of him relaxes into the contact; another, smaller part of him holds back a flinch at the fact that it'll soon be gone. As if it never existed. Padme clears her throat. "Will you," she starts carefully, "will you tell my family for me? That I love them very much. And I'm sorry." 

"I don't know if they'd want to hear anything from me," he says. Jobal, Ruwee, and Sola had been. . . positively lovely, the first time they'd met, back when he was assigned to guard Padme for the first time. But now. . . "If we'd never been together, Palpatine would have never targeted you. You'd never have been killed."

"Not true," she says firmly. "They know me well. I probably would have gotten involved in the Delegation of 2000 anyways, and Palpatine would have been loath to let me live, lest I set a bad example for the rest of Naboo."

"I'll tell them," he promises, not quite sure he believes her. He'll make sure they hear her words, even if he has to get past slammed doors and roiling anger.

The haze is lifting now. Padme looks. . . slightly more faded. 

"Goodbye, Anakin," Padme says. Her face is wet but she's trying to smile all the same. She's afraid, he knows, of what comes next. He'd be afraid too, if he was in her place. About to face his death, to be wiped from the galaxy as if he's never even existed. 

"It won't hurt," he promises. "Don't be afraid. It'll be as if we're falling asleep."

She meets his eyes. "I'm not afraid."

I'm not afraid to die. 

Padme Amidala vanishes with the rest of Theed. 

[chaos-company]

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!

[kybercrystals94]

I had such a wonderful time planning and scheming alongside my fellow writers, @the-little-moment and @just-here-with-my-thoughts, to complete the Angstpril 2024 prompt challenge. We each had 10 prompts, and I am so proud to say that we did it! 30 prompts in 30 days! (YAY!!)

**A special thanks to @the-little-moment for creating the beautiful banners we used to tie all our stories together!!**

I adore being a part of this lovely fandom community! I have met and continue to meet so many amazing people 🥰

Thank you for all the likes, kudos, reblogs, bookmarks, and comments!! They are such sweet encouragement to the creative soul! ❤️

*Find all 30 of our collaboration prompt responses here!!*

Kyber's Angstpril 2024 Master List

Day 3 | Prompt 3: Broken Hearted

Then & Now

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr) 

Rated: G | Words: 1109

Summary: Crosshair tells Omega about Mayday. 

[Character Focus: Omega, Crosshair] [Tags: mourning, loss, siblings]

Day 6 | Prompt 6: This isn’t going to work…

First Brothers

Star Wars: The Clone Wars / Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr) 

Rated: G | Words: 723

Summary: Late night conversations about first brothers 

[Character Focus: Rex, Fives, Echo] [Tags: Domino Squad mentioned, late night conversations, soft angst]

Day 9 | Prompt 9: Trust Issues

Trusted

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr) 

Rated: G | Words: 444

Excerpt: 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. 

[Character Focus: Wrecker, Crosshair, Omega] [Tags: sibling relationships, broken trust] 

Day 12 | Prompt 12: A Little Too Late

Sacrifice and Loyalty 

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr) 

Rated: G | Words: 562

Excerpt: The moment Hunter slips through the door, he knows something is desperately wrong. The needled talons of dread claw up his throat from the pit of his stomach. He tries to swallow it back, but it lodges tightly just behind his tongue.

[Character Focus: Hunter, Crosshair] [Tags: regret, missing scene]

Day 15 | Prompt 15: Confrontation 

Focus Up

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 816

Summary: Morning training does not end the way the siblings expect.

[Character Focus: Omega, Hunter, Echo] [Tags: training, bloody nose, sibling relationships]

Day 18 | Prompt 18: Left Behind

Teal Paint

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 1526

Summary: Memories left behind… 

[Character Focus: Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker, Echo, Omega] [Tags: sibling fluff, soft angst, tattoos, armor paint] 

Day 21 | Prompt 21: Faking a Smile

Self

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 238

Excerpt: She is supposed to be happy.

[Character Focus: Omega] [Tags: reflection, memories, grief] 

Day 24 | Prompt 24: The Ghost of You

Sounds Like Him 

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 435

Excerpt: “I thought you were Tech for a second,” Wrecker says. “It just sounded…like he was here. The way you were typing. Haven’t heard typing like that since before.”

[Character Focus: Wrecker, Crosshair] [Tags: brothers, grief, memories]

Day 27 | Prompt 27: Panicked 

Again 

Star Wars: The Bad Batch 

(Ao3) | (Tumblr)

Rated: G | Words: 446

Summary: Crosshair struggles as they approach the facility on Tantiss. 

[Character Focus: Crosshair, Hunter, Wrecker] [Tags: missing scene, panic attack, anxiety attack, soft Hunter, soft Wrecker]

Day 30 | Prompt 30: The Last Time

The Last Time 

Star Wars: The Bad Batch 

(Ao3) | (Tumblr) 

Rated: G | Words: 1562

Summary: Snapshots of the last times things happened.  

[Character Focus: Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, Crosshair, Echo, Omega]

[Tags: memories, humor, brothers, a touch of angst at the end] 

[katwritesshit]

angstpril '24 day 7 — bad dreams

Summary : no summary today. too tired.

Word Count : 586 (this did NOT feel like 586. i feel like an ancient greek who just spent a year carving out a single sentence in a stone tablet.)

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Angelus was no stranger to bad dreams. Every so often, he would wake up covered in sweat and panting like a dog. It was a little embarrassing at best, but made him burn with shame that his friends saw him so weak at the worst.

He knew his friends had nightmares too. Yoshie would wake up crying and come curl up beside him some nights. Romaia had nights she wouldn't sleep just to avoid her dreams. Izz was more open about their dreams, talking to Angelus about them was therapeutic for them both. Cass never talked about nightmares, but Angelus had woken up to her in his bed more times than he could count.

He never judged his friends for these nights. If anything, they made him admire them more: how they carried on despite everything they'd been through and how it continued to affect them. 

Tonight was turning out to be ‘one of those nights’.

Angelus woke up from yet another nightmare, the third one this week, and Cass was lying face down with her arm slung over his chest. The weight helped Angelus ground himself and soon he was drifting back to sleep.

“Angel?” A soft voice echoed throughout the room. Thessalia.

“Mhm… What's up Thessie?” He mumbled, not wanting to wake up Cass or the others.

She paused. Angelus fought to keep his eyes open as she spoke.

“I… I had a nightmare. Could I, um, sleep here tonight?”

Angelus lifted his head to examine the length of his sleeping bag. With him and Cass in it, it was already pretty cramped.

“You're too tall.” He explained. “Won't fit.”

Thessalia made an offended noise and pointed to the ground beside her. Angelus tilted his head to the side and saw she had drug her own sleeping bag there.

“Oh. That makes more sense.” He said. “Of course, just be quiet.”

Thessalia smiled (or it looked like she did, it was too dark to tell), and Angelus fell back asleep quickly.

He was woken back up by a soft paw slapping his face. When he opened his eyes, Yoshie was crouched by his head, paw raised to give him another soft bap. Her pupils widened comically when he smiled at her.

“Why are you awake?” She asked.

“You hit me.”

She hummed and Angelus noticed there were tear tracks streaming down her cheeks. He reached up and stroked her hair a few times before patting the space between himself and Thessalia.

Yoshie smiled softly and curled up beside his head. Angelus checked that Cass was still asleep and rolled on to his side, ready to get back to bed. Instead, he was met with Cithrel setting up his sleeping bag.

“Nightmare?”

Cithrel didn't reply, but his movements slowed a little as he settled into the sleeping bag. 

Angelus sighed. It wasn't that he minded his friends slowly forming a massive cuddle pile, it was that he was going to end up on the bottom of it.

Slowly, throughout the night, Rona, Izz, and Romaia all ended up joining the pile. Rona curled up near Yoshie. Izz somehow managed to squeeze in with Cithrel. Romaia was sprawled out beside Thessalia.

Angelus was hit with the realization that his friends didn't see him as weak for having nightmares. No matter how much he thought it was true, the proof was right there. When they were at their most vulnerable, their weakest, they came to him. 

So maybe it was okay for him to go to them.

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End Notes : ending fell off sorry (seriously what is that last line) i was legit struggling to keep my eyes open

these r my dungeon meshi/dnd ocs except i know literally nothing about dnd and barely anything about dunmeshi sooooo yeahhhhh