#bear phobia

[isamajor]

June of Doom : days 11 to 15

Here a batch of @juneofdoom's drabble (slightly late, sorry). I had a little more difficulty with two of the themes but I'm happy to have managed to write them.

11 . “We’re out of time.”  

Sprawled on the cold stone, Xelzaz had been dragged by his companions out of reach of the swinging blades which had viciously cut his thigh. Blood was spreading everywhere, much too quickly. Lucifer knelt beside him, panicked, trying with his hands to stop the bleeding.

“We need to put a tourniquet on him.” Nebarra explained.

"But he could lose his limb!" Lucifer protested, his hands trembling.

"Better his limb than his life.", he insisted. "We're out of time."

Lucifer complied, and with the string of his bow made the tourniquet following the instructions of Nebarra, who held down a Xelzaz who was bellowing in pain. (105)

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12 . “I can’t stand seeing you like this.”  (Dehydration)

Xelzaz shivered, his teeth chattering, clinging to his snowberries tea. “I don’t agree with you, this climate is the worst.”

"If you think the heat of the Alik'r desert is better, obviously you've never been there." He added, "The heat... it cooks you alive."

Nebarra's voice grew duller.

"We had no water. Hundreds dead of thirst..." he whispered, a flashback clouding his vision. "Everyone was dropping like flies, both our armies and the Imperials. Collapsing, lips cracked, tongues swollen..."

Nebarra swallowed with difficulty, as if his body was remembering the ordeal. "Hand me the wine.", he finally asked. (101)

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13 . “Wait!” (Adrenaline | Cornered)

Telmiltarion had the impression that the whole forest could hear his heart beating so loudly. He had never been good at sneaking: he was too big, his steps were too heavy, and his breathing was probably too noisy. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the trees. The bear was two steps away from him, hiding in thick thickets. He froze. His hands on the hilt of his sword became sweaty and slippery. His heart was beating faster and his thoughts were focused on escape. But where ? He was cornered. He was no match for a bear that weighed more than three times his weight. (104)

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14 . “What were you thinking?” 

The fort echoed with the fighting between the outlaws who had taken over the place and their group who were reconquering the stronghold on the orders of the Jarl. The bandits were numerous and well armed. From the top of the battlements, archers rained down numerous projectiles. Gore, without hesitation, threw himself in front of Taliesin, absorbing the deadly arrows meant for the Altmer. Taliesin's eyes widened in shock.

"What were you thinking?", he shouted, pulling Gore behind cover.

Gore winced, blood seeping through his armor. "Thinking... about keeping you alive for example?", he grunted with a half smile. (100)

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15 . “Get me out of here!”  

They burst into the old mine, weapons drawn. They were there to recover the head of the bandit leader who was plaguing the province. But the sight that met here them was heart-wrenching: Lucien, emaciated and huddled in a filthy cage. He had disappeared months earlier and had not been found since.

"Please, get me out of here." he begged, voice trembling.

Inigo rushed forward, his heart aching. "Lucien! You're alive !"

The Khajiit swiftly picked the cage's lock, and the Dragonborn helped him to get up slowly. Lucien clung to them, his eyes overflowing with tears and relief. (101)

[trans-androgyne]

The fact that some people can mistake me for being fat on here makes me feel so happy. If you're gonna have a version of me in your head please make him fat and hairy </3 I'm not a bear yet but I plan to make it there!

[star-phobia]

Never let me cook during burnout AGAIN 🗣️🗣️🗣️💥💥💥💥💥

[squapejuice]

"... Then take my regulator. There should be enough on there in case the soldiers find the headquarters."

"But-"

"I'll be fine. You always take yours off when I race, don't you? Just remember me if the worst comes down to it."

"... I don't know what would be worse - forgetting you, or remembering you and knowing how it ended."

[nomoremrnicefat]

even if being fat was unhealthy, you dont mistreat someone for smoking, drinking beer, vaping...

my dad takes MORE of 4 beers A DAY, i haven't seen a soul tell him to worry about his health, when he gets sick no one says is cause he drinks beer either, but when i feel sick is magically cause im fat, even tho im naturally fat all most of my family also is.

it was never about health, y'all dont worry about our health.

[ludinusdaleth]

what about fat older dorian who's taken after gilmore, maybe? he might be too much of a prettyboy for you haha

much of cr's men are too prettyboy for me but the bear agenda is for everyone, dont worry. de prettyboying is practically my bread & butter

dorian taking after gilmore would make me emo; a figure who valued him and his friends but didnt send them to certain death in war, assured them the choices they made because of lolths pressure didnt make them bad people. older dorian looking at himself with a belly getting bigger and a salt and pepper gradient beard and joy, and thinking that he took after a man who cared and Lived even despite the odds against gods & grief.

[build-a-stim]

will halloween fast approaching and 2024 halloween bears already released i wanna say we are open to doing any of the zombie bears but please dont request any zombie themes for boards </3 for zombie bears we'll be matching colors or animals instead of direct zombie themeing

[combodactyl]

"Gasp where am I.

Cthulhu: Why don't you join us

What?

Phobia: October is over we are here to chill

I don't understand

Hatman: Pull up a chair. We saved a plate for you.

As the month of October comes to a close. You feel the monsters power over the world calm down just for a moment. Greeted by the many monsters who once attacked you, you feel unerved as they treat you with respect. You take a step and look for an open seat. Many scents and sounds fill the air. Steak, turkey, fresh baked bread, and you're pretty sure you saw sushi the size of a house. The hovering of Jean jacket, the talk from le spectres, the small his from the alligators, and the splashing of the water fountain made the place come to life.

Cthulhu: Ha chez cthul-hu, my pride and joy after my successful book writing career. Cthulhu asks for you to read his book on the house but the minute you do you wake up from this nightmare turned dream."

Oh my gosh finally done. I wanted this done by October 31st but my ambitions were to high. I doubt yall will see one of these again. Thank you all for sticking through these weeks with me. I will try to upload every Thursday if I can keep up with it. This will not be the last you see of me. (The tags took me forever)

[crypticpawart]

AI Art Part 8 | Winnie the Pooh Pediophobia P1

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This is what AI thought Pooh would look like as a creepy doll. This is part of the Phobia series, Pediophobia referring to the fear of things human shaped aka The Uncanny Valley. Since that can be lots of things, I began with dolls.

Spread the nightmare fuel and light it 🔥🔥🔥

[isamajor]

June of Doom : day 26 to 30

Finally the last days of @juneofdoom ! :D

26 - Numb

Telmiltarion's heart raced wildly as a cavebear burst out of a bush to chase after him. Fear gripped the Mer's soul, paralyzing him in the face of his phobia. His body froze, muscles refusing to respond to his commands. As the bear closed in, Telmiltarion's mind spiraled into numbness. His instincts screamed for to defend himself, but his fear prevented him from seizing his sword. The bear threw him on his back and its claws tore through his armor, digging into his flesh. In a strangled cry, he broke free from his paralysis, the numbness shattered by pain and pure survival instinct. (105)

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27 - Sacrifice

In the heart of the ancient Dwarven ruin, they were menaced by a handful of deadly dwarven ballistae, who maintained a constant vigil over the place since several millenias. Deadly metallic bolts were shot from the top of thick stone walls, threatening to impale the intruders. Out of the corner of his eye, Inigo spotted a ballista about to shoot his friend in their back. He didn't have time to warn them and shoved the Dragonborn, taking the bolt instead. Blood stained his blue fur.

“Better me than you, my friend.” he gasped with a pained smile. (97)

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28 - Knife

Xelzaz moved with the ferocity and grace of a predator, hunting bandits, the metal of his dagger blades shimmering in the light of his Flame Atronach. But in amidst the chaos of the onslaught, a knife found its mark, slashing across his scaled tail. The wound, though small, stung with intensity. Xelzaz hissed a curse. Blood dripped from his tail, painting a crimson trail in his wake. He had to find the bandit who did it. To cut the hand who held that knife. And each swing of his daggers became fueled by a desire for retribution. (97)

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29 -“It’s really not that big of a deal.” / Bruises

Caryalind stared at his reflection in a pond, bruises marring his once pristine features. Each mark was the witness of a fight, and each fight was an affront to his detestable father. Even though he regretted the comfort of his life before, this new life filled with sores and bumps made him feel more alive than before. He felt like he was fighting for something good, that would make the world a better place. And that those bruises marring his graceful physique weren't a big deal after all : a little pain was nothing compared to the possibility of ridding the world of Thalmor. (104)

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30 - Buried Alive / Failed Escape

Auri and Remiel huddled together, their breathing ragged with anguish. The oppressive artificial light of the Dwemer ruin surrounded them, their failed escape leaving them trapped within its thick walls. Auri's heart pounded with each echoing noise of the Dwemer spheres that hunted them. Her arrows felt useless against their metal armor. Remiel, usually confident in her knowledge about all Dwemer things, cursed herself for misjudging the automatons' numbers. If they didn't get out of this ancient maze quickly, they would end up buried alive in these subterranean ruins, far from the surface and the rays of the sun. (101)

I am super happy to have been able to complete the challenge... in time ! :D

You can find all the drabbles (and more from other whump challenges) here !

[jinsai-ish]

[faceyourphobia]

Sleep… Is for the weak (My insomnia’s acting up again)

[sadistic-softie]

Mama Bear. But with emphasis on the bear. The predatory nature. The strength. The teeth. The power. She can hunt. She can bite. All while looking so sweet and cuddly and cute to those who don't know what she's really like. Nobody is getting near her baby bears. Her baby bears won't stray too far. Her baby bears are obedient. They trust mama bear because mama bear is all they know. Mama bear is a role model. Mama bear is never wrong. Mama bear loves them more than anyone else. They listen to mama bear because mama bear feeds them and keeps them safe and warm. Nobody's gonna hurt mamas baby bears. Nobody but her.

[officiallyalbino]

Hi! Just saw your post about asking questions, so here's a couple of em:

Weirdest phobia you have?

What thought occupies your head most often?

What wild animal would you like to have?

the weirdest phobia is definitely garden gnomes,

the thought that occupies my mind most is various ways to get a snack

I would love to have a bear follow me around everywhere and have tea parties with!

thanks for the questions :)

[curseofbreadbear]

today i learned that there is no official name for one of my biggest phobias (the fear of something invading your body) so i'm officially calling it "ennardphobia"