#31 days angst challenge

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

"You lied to me." for Bechloe? If you're up to it?

Have a lovely day :)

Hi anon!! I can absolutely do this one, sorry it took me so long to get to this dkfgjfdklg but we’re here now, and we have some angst to go with today’s prompt so I’m sorry about that 😅 anywayyy I hope you enjoy this and have a lovely day yourself!! 🥰💖

(31) “You lied to me.”

Beca grunted as she hit the floor, wincing as the pain flared in her ribs again. How had she gotten here? Beca had been running for years, she’d been hiding and fighting so damn well, so how had they found her? Her parents had been a part of this world, but she hadn’t wanted that for herself, she didn’t want to spend her life hurting other people. They were good people her parents, they weren’t hurting people because they wanted to, they were doing it for the greater good but still... Beca didn’t want to be like that.

So when she had wanted to leave they helped her. They respected that she didn’t want to do this so they’d done everything that they could to get her out. But the people chasing her hadn’t respected that, and when they had taken out her parents they had set their sights firmly on her. Beca hadn’t even been able to go to their funerals, hadn’t been able to grieve properly because she was running from them.

“You’re weak...” A voice snarled in her ear as Beca’s head was wrenched back by her hair, “We’ll find out where you’ve hidden it eventually, and when we do... well then we’ll have no use for you then will we?”

“Fuck you!” Beca spat as her head the cold concreate floor, hearing the clatter of the door to her cell as it slammed shut, locking behind her, “You’ll never get it out of me!”

What they were after was a small wooden box, one that Beca’s mom had pressed into her hands as she had left and told her that she had to protect with her life. It was the last promise she had ever made her, the last conversation they had ever had. And Beca intended to keep its location to herself, to take it to her grave. She didn’t know what was in it and she didn’t care. All that mattered was that she had to keep it safe.

Beca winced as she pushed herself into a sitting position, her arms trapped behind her back by the painfully chaffing cable tie they had put on her once they dragged her from the room back to her cell. She ached all over, her ribs, her face, her legs and arms... but they were wrong about her. She wasn’t weak, far from it. She’d never tell them where she’d hidden it.

“Beca?”

Beca’s head snapped towards the bars of her cell, a white hot ball of rage in her stomach as she glared at the owner of the voice that so softly called her name.

“I brought you something to eat, some water too. And- and I have some bandages for your-”

“You lied to me.” Beca growled, cutting off the woman whose blue eyes glittered with guilt and sadness, “You lied to me Chloe, and look at me! You did this to me!”

“I’m sorry...” Chloe whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek, “I’m so sorry Becs, I wanted to tell you but- I couldn’t.”

“Like hell you couldn’t.” Beca snarled, tucking her knees up to her chest as she moved further away from Chloe, “You had so many opportunities Chlo, so many! Like our first date, or the morning after we slept together for the first time, or I don’t know, the night I told you I loved you?!”

Chloe pursed her lips as her head rested against the bars separating them, tears rolling down her cheeks as Beca’s eyes continued to burn into her.

“At any point, you could have turned around and said ‘hey by the way, my dad is the one who killed your parents and he sent me to spy on you, win your trust, and bring you here to be tortured and eventually killed’!” 

“I didn’t-” Chloe shook her head, “I didn’t mean to hurt you... I thought- they told me you were a bad person Beca, that you stole from us and you hurt people, that you deserved everything you had coming to you and I- this was my chance to prove myself, for him to love me like he loves my brothers... but then I met you and... you weren’t the only one who fell in love Becs...”

“Why should I believe you?” Beca grunted, looking away from Chloe as she leant against the wall, “Everything you ever told me was a lie... just leave me alone.”

“Beca-”

“Just go away!” Beca yelled, Chloe flinching away as Beca glared at her again, eyes full of hate, “Leave me the fuck alone, you did this to me, I never want to see you again!”

Chloe swallowed hard, turning on her heel and leaving Beca alone again. Beca was crying softly as she closed her eyes again, trembling against the cold and the isolation as she clenched her jaw tightly. She hated her, she hated Chloe more than she had ever hated anyone in her whole life, except... she didn’t. She loved her, despite all of this, despite everything that she had done to her, Beca still loved Chloe. And that... that was what she hated.

-----

Beca was awoken by the feeling of the cable tie around her wrists giving way, a hand under her arm as it tried to guide her to her feet.

“Fuck off...” Beca grumbled, starting to woozily and weakly fight back against them, “I won’t tell you where it is.”

“Becs you have to get up, there isn’t a lot of time, come on.” 

Beca’s eyes focused as she stared at Chloe in a mix of anger and confusion, “What, they have you taking me to and from my torture sessions now?!”

“No.” Chloe’s voice was an urgent whisper as she got Beca to her feet, guiding her arm over her shoulders as she supported her weak and limp frame against her, “No, I’m getting you out of here. You’re going to be okay, I’m going to get you out of here.”

“What?” Beca’s face fell into an expression of shock, frowning at Chloe, “Why... why are you helping me?”

“Because...” Chloe swallowed the lump in her throat as she started to move them out of the cell they were in, “Because you were right. This is my fault, I did this to you, so now I’m fixing it.”

“Your family...” Beca mumbled, leaning into Chloe a little as she felt her heart begin to flutter a little in hope, “What about your family?”

“They’re not who I thought they were.” Chloe shook her head, “Anyone who could hurt you like this isn’t someone I want to be around, I don’t... I know this doesn’t even begin to make up for what I did, but I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, and it starts with me getting you somewhere safe. Can you trust me long enough to do that?”

Beca hesitated for a moment, her inside in knots at the thought of trusting Chloe again. What if this was just a ruse to get her to tell them where the box was? But still... the way Chloe was looking at her, the deep sincerity that shone in her eyes...

“Okay.” Beca nodded a little, “I guess...”

“Let’s get out of here.” Chloe grinned at her, arm around her waist tightening as much as she dared as she helped Beca limp through the corridors, turning them down a narrow walkway as she looked around them.

“Not far now Becs. We’re almost there. I know a place where we can rest up until you’re healed, and then... then we’ll figure out a plan.”

Beca nodded softly, feeling her strength leave her body as pain drowned out any rational thought she had right now. She just wanted to sleep...

“It’s okay.” Chloe gave her another gentle squeeze, “Almost there Beca. I’m getting you out of here I promise.”

Beca felt cold air on her face as they stepped out of a side door, wincing as it stung the cuts there. Chloe swallowed as she looked around them, making sure no-one was there to catch them as she guided Beca to a shed. She leant her against the wood as she went inside, returning within seconds with a motorbike and two helmets.

“Here.” Chloe gently pushed one of the helmets into Beca’s hands, “Get this on, quick as you can.”

“You ride a motorbike?” Beca quirked her eyebrow a little as she fumbled with the helmet.

“Yeah.” Chloe grinned, shrugging a little, “It’s the coolest thing about me. Now put that on.”

Beca managed to get the helmet over her head, but her hands fumbled with the strap, aching from their treatment. Chloe had already secured her helmet, and turned to help her, gently moving her hands away so she could clip it into place.

“You’re going to need to hold onto my waist Beca, are you going to be able to do that?” Chloe’s voice was a little muffled as she placed her hands on Beca’s shoulders, but Beca could still hear her concerned tone.

“I-” Beca was swaying slightly as she tried to keep her eyes open, pain her consuming thought, “I’m so tired...”

“Okay.” Chloe nodded, guiding her to the bike, “Sit here, right at the back okay?”

Beca managed a small nod, leaning heavily against Chloe as she got onto the bike in front of her.

“I’m going to tie your wrists together Becs. That way if you pass out, you’re still secure and you’ll stay on the bike. I’ll be so gentle, I promise.”

Beca whimpered softly as she felt a soft fabric wrap around the wrists that had settled around Chloe’s waist, her wrists throbbing again.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” Chloe gently stroked Beca’s arms before starting the bike, “We’re getting out of here Beca. I got you. Just rest.”

Beca blacked out as the bike revved and they set off down the dirt path laid before Chloe, her head resting between her shoulders as she tried to push away the unsettling feeling of distrust in her chest.

She’d rescued her. Chloe had rescued her. Maybe things weren’t as fucked up as she thought.

#pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfic #pitch perfect edit #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #fanfiction #moodboard: bechloe #my fic #anon #ask meme things #drabble: bechloe #31 days angst challenge #31doa: day three

[anwiel13]

@tinnike 31 days idol challenge

Flake´s edition

Day three - climbing. Well, I could not find any photos where we could see Flake climbing. So the only thing I can post here is Flake in Ohne Dich video and Ohne Dich making of. Enjoy =)

P.S. If you have any photo with climbing Flake, please fill in.

And a little bonus, Flake "climbing" the ladder in Angst video.

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Oliver's challenge @derwahnsinn

Schneider's challenge @cynoodn

Richard's challenge @kitthefox

Till's challenge @singfurmich

Flake's challenge me =)

#flake lorenz #31 days idol challenge #ohne dich #angst mv

[massivedrickhead]

19. Sacrifice

Decided to give some of the prompts from @wordsofmyreality's 31 Day Angst Challenge a go.

I'm not going to be doing them in order, and I won't be doing all of them since I have a busy month ahead, but I wanted to write something :)

Naturally - angst lies ahead!

Read on AO3

“Hi, can you tell me your name?”

Chloe blinked against the light that was being shone into her eyes.

She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat was sore and her mouth was dry.

She could still feel the harsh plastic of the breathing tube that had been hastily removed from her throat only moments ago.

“Take your time,” the woman said, lowering her small flashlight. “You’ve been asleep for a while, it might take time for your voice to come back.” She placed both her hands in Chloe’s. “Squeeze as hard as you can.”

Chloe did, her whole body aching like she’d been beaten up. 

“Let’s try your name again,” she said, smiling kindly at Chloe.

“C-Chloe,” Chloe said, wincing. “Chloe Beale.”

“Good. Do you know where you are?”

Chloe looked around the room, noticing the monitors and the IV stand. She looked down at the cannula in the back of her hand and the wires coming from the pads stuck to her chest.

“Hospital,” she said.

“That’s right. My name is Dr Alvarez, can you remember what happened?”

Chloe shook her head, wincing at the pain it caused.

She was so tired, she wanted nothing more than to just lie back down and sleep.

“You were in an accident, Chloe,” the doctor said. “It was quite bad.”

Chloe frowned, trying to piece together what had happened. Trying to recall the last thing she could remember.

Everything was fuzzy. Cloudy. Like she was looking at it through a thick pane of glass.

She remembered darkness. She remembered… rocking. Tilting. Through the glass pane, she could see fire. She could almost feel the heat, and she felt her breath quicken.

“What…” She swallowed again, feeling something tighten in her chest. “What happened?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I… I don’t know,” Chloe said, her breathing getting faster. Shallower. She closed her eyes and tried to think.

The USO tour! She was supposed to be on the USO tour!

Pain shot through her head again, and she opened her eyes.

“Where are we?”

“We’re in Barden City Hospital,” Dr Alveraz said. 

“We’re in America? No… No, I was in Europe. We… Where are my friends? Where’s Beca?”

“Chloe! You need to go, now!” Beca yelled, wind howling, the other Bellas screaming from the water below.

“I’m not leaving you!”

Chloe’s breathing got quicker. 

A new memory joined the old one.

Now there was darkness. Rocking. Fire. Gunshots.

No. No, the gunshots came before the fire.

“You’ll pay for this you stupid bitch!” A rough Australian voice called from behind them.

Beca turned, her eyes widening in horror before she pushed Chloe. Hard.

“What happened?” Chloe said, crying now. “Please. Please tell me where my friends are?”

In the second it took for Chloe to lose her balance, her arms flailing out in front of her as she tried to cling onto Beca, Chloe heard the solid cracks of three bullets getting fired.

Beca swayed, and fell, and then the sky was lit up by a fireball.

Chloe’s scream was lost in the sound of the explosion.

“You were at a hospital in Spain for a few weeks, and then they transferred you back here. You’ve… You’ve been in a coma for while now.”

She remembered bright white lights and a lot of shouting. A lot of movement and activity. She was surrounded by so many people, all barking at each other, speaking to her in a language she didn’t understand.

She remembered pain. White-hot, and so much of it.

She remembered shouting. For her Mom. For her friends. For Beca.

And then nothing.

“Where’s my Mom?” Chloe asked, fear beginning to constrict her chest. “I want my Mom.”

“She’s just outside,” Dr Alverez said. “I’ll go and get her.”

Chloe sank back against her pillows, watching as the doctor walked to the door and stuck her head out. “Mrs Beale?”

Tears filled Chloe’s eyes before she could stop them at the sight of her Mom walking into the room.

“Mom,” she said, her voice breaking, her arms reaching out for her like she was a kid again. 

“Oh my girl,” her Mom said, crying too, but so relieved to see her daughter awake. “We were so worried.” She wrapped her up in her arms and held her. “We didn’t think you’d ever wake up.”

“Mom, is Beca dead?” Chloe asked, her voice breaking.

It was a question she never thought she’d have to ask, and the words sounded surreal coming out of her mouth.

Of course Beca wasn’t dead.

Beca couldn’t be dead.

“Yes,” her Mom said. “Your friend Amy too. I’m so sorry, baby.”

The sound that left Chloe was a sound she’s sure she’d never made before in her life.

It was a sound of pain. Of agony. Of loss.

No amount of gentle reassurances from her Mom could stop it.

Nothing could stop it.

Chloe cried and screamed and wailed until her body eventually gave out from exhaustion. 

She found no relief in her dreams.

-

“Hey,” Chloe’s Mom said, perching on the edge of her hospital bed. “Aubrey’s here. She just flew in from New York.”

Chloe didn’t respond.

She hadn’t said a word in a week. She hadn’t moved.

She lay curled on her side, refusing to eat. Refusing to do anything.

Her doctors told her she had to move. She had to get the strength back in her legs, she had to get used to eating real food.

She never responded. She just lay there and stared at a spot on the wall.

“Why are you mad at me?”

“Why are you being so rude to Chicago?”

“I’m not being rude,” Beca replied, bristling. “I just don’t get why you’re fawning all over him.”

“I am not fawning! He’s nice, I’m being friendly!”

“Chloe? Did you hear me?”

Chloe didn’t react, and she felt the bed dip again as she stood up.

“Come in, Aubrey,” her Mom said. “Don’t expect much conversation though.”

“Hey Chlo’,” Aubrey said, sitting in the chair at Chloe’s bedside. She tried to keep her voice light, but tears were spilling down her cheeks as soon as she set eyes on her friend. 

She didn’t look like Chloe anymore. She looked hollow. Empty. Like she had died with Beca and Amy, and there was nothing left but this shell. 

Chloe didn’t look at her. She could barely hear her. Aubrey’s voice was just as muffled and incomprehensible as her Mom’s. As the doctors’ were. It was all just buzzing to her. 

“The Bellas all miss you, and they’re worried about you,” Aubrey said, not deterred by her silence. “I’m, um, I’m sorry you missed the funerals. We… No one knew when you’d wake up. Or even if you’d wake up. Beca’s dad and Amy’s mom just couldn’t wait anymore.”

She reached out to take Chloe’s hand. She was relieved that she didn’t pull away, but her heart sank when it just stayed limp in her hand. As if Chloe wasn’t even aware she was holding it. Like she was still in that coma.

“I think your Mom is hoping that I’ll turn on the old Posen hard-ass routine. She’s hoping I’ll make you get out of bed. But I, uh, I just lost two of my best friends. And I feel like I’m losing you too. So… Yeah… I don’t have the energy to be a hard-ass. I can barely get out of bed in the morning,” Aubrey said, swallowing back the tidal wave of emotion that threatened to spill out. “I will say this though. Beca saved your life. She pushed you off that boat because she knew you were both about to be shot. They got her three times in the back, but she pushed you away and you survived. Please don’t throw away her sacrifice.”

“You’re too good for him, Chlo’!” Beca said, trying - and failing - to keep her voice level.

“You can’t just keep saying that about every person I try and date!”

“I can when it’s true!”

“God, Beca, you make me so fucking mad sometimes! You can’t just…”

“Just what?”

“Nothing,” Chloe said, the rush of anger being replaced by a quiet disappointment. How many more times could they have this conversation?

“I just think you deserve better,” Beca said. “You should be with someone who knows how special you are.”

Just tell me, Chloe thought, wanting to scream at Beca. Tell me you love me so I can say it back.

“Yeah, well, maybe that person needs to make their move. And quickly. Because I can’t wait forever for this mystery pers-”

Chloe was cut off by Beca’s lips pressing against hers.

She froze for a second, and then kissed back with everything she had.

“Chloe,” Aubrey said, an edge to her voice now. “Please. Please say something.”

Chloe blinked, her eyes moving slightly, but not straying far from that spot on the wall.

“I loved her so much,” Chloe said, her voice cracking as she spoke for the first time in a week.

“I know,” Aubrey said. “She loved you too.”

“I didn’t get to tell her.”

“She knew.”

Chloe swallowed, her tongue sweeping across her dry and cracked lips. 

She was so tired.

“Did she suffer?”

“I… I don’t think so,” Aubrey said. “They said she probably died before she hit the water.”

“Amy?”

“It… The explosion got her, they think. It would have been instant.”

Chloe nodded, and let her eyes close. She took a deep breath and held it. “I wish I was dead,” she said on the exhale, as she went off to find Beca in her dreams.

#31 day angst challenge #bechloe #bechloe angst #angst #angst prompt #bechloe fanfiction #bechloe fanfic #bechloe fic #no matter the timeline

[kats-kradle]

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Gen

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Relationships: Ronon Dex & John Sheppard, Ronon Dex & Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex & Teyla Emmagan

Characters: Ronon Dex, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Rodney McKay

Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s05e3 Broken Ties, Guilt, Recovery, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, ronon was not okay after that ep, and i'll die on that hill, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD

#whumptober2022 #no.31 #a light at the end of the tunnel #stargate atlantis #fics #ronon dex #john sheppard #teyla emmagan #Rodney McKay #whump #angst #My writing #lets all pretend this wasnt a day late #this started off as more of a writing challenge for myself that i didnt fully intend to finish so please excuse the rushed ending

[mechanicalbride16]

Day 3: Favorite Single

Sorry if I'm late for a few days on this one HAHAHAHAHAHA school just got in the way again grrrrrrrrr... btw, I just edited this because I confused the "single" with the "music video". So as for my favorite single, it would be Angst.

I'm not a fan of this music video because I don't like how it was edited. But one thing that I loved about Angst that makes it remarkable for me is the imagery and ofc, its storyline.

Watching the music video and reading the translated lyrics made me smile because finally, there's a Rammstein song that I can relate to HAHAHAHAHAHA

if you ever wanna continue reading, here's a reminder that this is a very long post and it mostly contains politics.

3 months before the release of the music video was our presidential election. In case you didn't know, Ferdinand "Bongbong" Marcos Jr. was our current president. He was the son of our former dictator Ferdinand Marcos Sr. Thanks to the machinery and the historical distortion that was created by his family, he won the election.

Decades after EDSA Revolution, the Marcoses were already plotting and making advances on how they will change the image of their family. Little by little, each one in their clan is starting to gain a seat in the government until they start ruling Ilocos Norte again.

The historical distortion became prevalent in the last 2016 election. People were starting to paint Ferdinand Marcos as a hero who uses dictatorship to protect the country from insurgents and to instill discipline in the Filipinos. There was also false information spreading around on Facebook during those times about Marcos's alleged credentials. A lot of shit was going around during those times that helped the popularity of Bongbong Marcos to rise. Because of the disinformation, many people looked up to him, hoping that he was as "intelligent" as his father.

Just like how it was portrayed in the music video, the cheerleaders reminded me of the admins on those Facebook pages who were posting false information to lift up the Marcoses. Fast forward to now, some of their critics became their supporters and many people voted for him to be our president. I know that there's machinery involved there, but I can't deny the fact that he has lots of supporters.

During the recent election period, people were too busy scrolling on their social media, reading the posts about the presidential candidates. They were too absorbed with the content they were watching and reading, to the point that they believed everything that is posted there. That is why I literally face-palmed myself at the part in the music video where the band is facing the monitor screen because it reminded me of what happened during the campaign period.

While some people need to be held accountable for not being responsible enough in checking the information they're consuming, we can't blame those who are too tired from their responsibilities in real life to even fact-check the information they're reading.

So what was the aftermath of that election?? Well, a few weeks after Marcos was elected, my classmates and I were paranoid about our safety that's why we decided to create a group chat in Telegram for a while. When our fear and paranoia subsides, we transferred back to Messenger again.

I was hoping that it will be the last time I'll experience that kind of paranoia. But just a few weeks ago, some people from a certain university suspected that there were intelligence officers disguised as civilians who were roaming around the campus. I don't know what their reasons are, but the only reason that I could think of as of now is that they're searching for people who are activists and members of NatDem organizations.

I guess I gotta thank my meds for helping me not to be anxious about the political issues, and I honestly think that I'm already numb from all the shits happening here.

#31 days rammstein challenge #day 3: fave single #angst again #first time creating a long post #politics #idk if my thoughts here are coherent enough but i hope you get my point heh

[bechloeislegit]

Are You Okay?

A/N: Okay, so I don’t usually write angst (I’m more of a fluffy, happy ending kind of gal). However, Tumblr’s 31 Days of Angst Challenge gave me pause to reconsider as I read some of the angst-ridden fics. I was going through my Drafts folder and came across this story; it lay there dormant for I don’t know how long because I was uncertain about whether I would ever finish or post it. Then I saw that Day One of the angst challenge had Grief as the theme/subject and decided to give it a go (this just about killed me to write, so I’m pretty sure it’s the only one I’ll post, so I hope it’s okay).

Warning: child’s death.

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Beca doesn’t know who made the first move, but she found the woman slowly moving closer, and Beca didn’t pull back. Then, just as their lips were mere centimeters apart, Beca came to her senses and jerked back, knocking over the chair as she stood.

“Oh, my God!” Beca said, putting her fingers to her mouth. “I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t be doing this. I must be drunker than I thought.”

“It’s okay,” the woman said. “I’m a big girl. No harm done.”

“No, yo-you don’t understand,” Beca said. “I’m married and I love my wife. Like I really love my wife.”

“Let me guess,” the woman said. “You had a fight?”

“I wish it were just a fight,” Beca said, reaching to set her chair upright before sitting back down. “It’s something much worse.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” the woman asked.

Beca looked at her and said, “If you don’t mind. I haven’t had anyone to talk to about this since it happened.”

“Since what happened?’ the woman asked.

“The accident that killed our six-year-old daughter,” Beca said.

“Oh, my God!” the woman said, tearing up immediately.

“I finally had enough and tonight I lashed out in anger at everyone,” Beca said. “Including my wife.”

“I am so sorry,” the woman said. “Are you okay?”

Beca’s eyes widened as she looked at the woman. Tears fell down her cheeks as she let out a sob.

“I’m sorry,” Beca said through her tears. “You’re the first person to ask me that since it happened.”

“Oh, um, okay,” the woman said and put her arm around Beca’s shoulders to comfort her.

Beca turned into the woman and held on tight as she let out all the tears she had been keeping in for the past month. The woman sat patiently as she let Beca cry it out on her shoulder.

“It seems like you do need someone to talk to,” the woman said, wiping a tear from her eye. “I’m a good listener if you want to talk about it.”

Beca pulled back to look at her and nodded. 

“I think I’d like that,” Beca said, thinking it might be nice to talk to someone about what’s been happening; someone she didn’t know.

“Take your time,” the woman said. “Start whenever you’re ready.”

Beca nodded and sat looking down at the table. It took her a few minutes to pull herself together enough to talk.

“It all started a month ago when our daughter, Sophie, was hit by a car,” Beca said and took a deep breath. After a few seconds, she started talking.

Beca didn’t notice the woman who walked up behind her that stopped when she heard Beca start speaking.

“It was a day like any other day,” Beca began.

I was working at home and it was time for the bus to drop Sophie off, so I went downstairs and sat on the porch steps to wait for her. One of the neighbors came by and we were standing in the yard chatting when the bus pulled up.

Beca took a deep breath and let it out, wiping a tear away as she did. She got a faraway look in her eyes as she remembered back to that awful day.

The bus driver put on the flashing red lights and the kids started getting off the bus. I saw Sophie wave at me as she looked to make sure there were no cars trying to pass the bus. She took two steps and her friend, Jenny, called after her so Sophie turned and looked back. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but she turned and started to walk again. She made it three steps before she was hit. I remember hearing tires screeching and when I looked back a car had swerved to go around the cars waiting behind the bus and flew up the wrong side of the road. I turned toward Sophie to run to her but hadn’t moved two steps toward her before the car hit her.

“You can skip past this part if you want,” Trish said, her voice thick with tears.

“Do you mind if I continue?” Beca asked, her voice raspy from crying. “No one else knows what I saw that day and I need to let it out because I can’t stop seeing it and it’s tearing me up inside.”

“Okay. G-go ahead,” Trish said, nodding and wiping her tears.

“Thank you,” Beca said. 

I, uh, I watched as Sophie’s body was thrown into the air. It was all over in a matter of seconds. I could hear screaming around me. I heard the most God-awful blood-curdling scream; I didn’t realize it was coming from me. I collapsed and my neighbor caught me before I hit the ground. I don’t remember anything after that until I woke up as the ambulance reached the hospital.

Beca sniffled. 

As soon as the doctor said I was okay, I ran to find Sophie. A doctor pulled me into a room and told me that Sophie was taken to surgery immediately upon arrival. It was bad and he asked if there was someone I could call to be with me. My first thought was Chloe, my wife. But I didn’t want her driving to the hospital by herself. I told the doctor I’d call someone. He nodded and left. I pulled out my phone and called Chloe’s best friend, Aubrey. 

“Hey, Beca,” Aubrey said as she answered the phone.

“Sophie’s been in an accident,” I blurted out.

“Oh, my God!” Aubrey yelled. “Is she okay?”

“I, um, I don’t know yet,” I choked out. “I’m at the hospital. They took her into surgery as soon as she got here. I, uh, I need you to bring Chloe here. Can you do that? I know she’s going to be upset and I don’t want her trying to drive here alone. Can you please just get Chloe here? I need her here.”

Aubrey said she was leaving right then and ended the call. Aubrey lived about five minutes from the school where Chloe worked. It would take another fifteen minutes to get to the hospital, so I thought they’d be there within half an hour or so.

I waited near the doors so I could see when Chloe came in. It was about twenty minutes later when a doctor came out to tell me that they did everything they could but Sophie died on the table. I went numb. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t function. I just stood there, checked out.

Beca sniffled and wiped her face. 

Just as the doctor left I caught sight of Chloe, Aubrey, and Aubrey’s wife, Stacie, running into the emergency room. Chloe came rushing over to me.

“Have you heard anything?” Chloe asked, tears falling down her face. “How is she?”

I opened my mouth to say something, but no sounds came out. I swallowed and pulled Chloe to me. I think she knew then but I still had to say the words. 

“They did everything they could, but she didn’t make it.”

Chloe let out a heart-wrenching NO and collapsed. I held onto her and we both slid down to the floor.

I heard Aubrey and Stacie crying. But, I was still numb and couldn’t cry. I just sat there, dry-eyed, holding Chloe while she cried.

After a while, I asked Aubrey to take Chloe. I went over to the nurse and asked if we could see Sophie. She called the doctor and was given the okay.

I went back over to Chloe and told her we could go see Sophie if we wanted. Chloe nodded and I held onto her for about thirty minutes before a nurse came and led us to the hospital’s morgue. She spoke to someone and they showed us to a table where Sophie was lying, everything but her face covered by a sheet. Chloe continued sobbing as we looked down at our beautiful little girl laying there; she looked as if she was merely sleeping. I ran a hand over her forehead and into her hair. I leaned down and kissed her cheek as I whispered: “I love you, Soph.”

As I moved back, Chloe flung herself onto Sophie’s body. I let her sob over the body of our daughter for a few minutes. I finally pulled her up and told her we had to go. She didn’t want to leave Sophie there alone but I managed to drag her away.

Chloe was devastated and once we got home she went to Sophie’s bedroom and lay on Sophie’s bed. She held Sophie’s pillow to her chest and stared blankly at the wall.

Aubrey and Stacie made calls to our friends for us. I had to call my parents and Chloe’s parents to tell them. Chloe’s parents and my mom said they would catch the first flight out. My dad and stepmother were sorry but couldn’t get away right then. I wasn’t surprised by that at all.

After a sleepless night, I asked Aubrey to stay with Chloe while I went to start making the funeral arrangements. I needed to get out of the house for a while and it had to be done.

It’s amazing how well you can function when you take emotions out of the equation. And I was an emotionless robot, just going through the motions.

I went to the funeral home and chose a casket, times for the viewing, time for the actual funeral service, and chose the plot where Sophie would be buried.

And through it all, I did not cry. I don’t know why; my heart was shattered and my daughter was gone, but I still hadn’t cried..

I went home and gave Aubrey and Stacie all the information for the funeral. They started making calls again to pass on the info.

I slowly made my way to Sophie’s room and looked in on Chloe. I softly called her name and she turned to look at me. It wasn’t my Chloe that was looking back at me. There was no light in her eyes. She turned away and wouldn’t look at me.

The next few days were harder than the first. I held Chloe most days while she cried. And I held her at night while she cried herself to sleep.

Neither of us wanted to eat, but I made sure Chloe ate something so she wouldn’t make herself sick. And, I still didn’t cry. Aubrey and Stacie were staying with us and keeping watch over Chloe. I felt selfish because all I could think about was how I wasn’t comforted or looked after. I was on my own trying to get through everything.

I can’t remember how many times Aubrey would pull me aside to tell me, “You need to stay strong for Chloe, Beca. This has devastated her and she needs you more than she ever has or probably ever will.”

I would stand there, somewhat in shock at her saying this to me. I lost my daughter, too. When did I get to grieve?

“Go to your wife,” Aubrey would then order, shoving me in Chloe’s direction.

So, I would take Chloe in my arms and hold her. People came and went and then it was time for the funeral. Chloe had barely held it together at the viewing the day before so I knew the funeral was going to be even worse.

Neither Chloe nor I wanted to speak during the service. Several of our friends got up and spoke. Our friends, The Bellas, sang although I can’t remember what. Like I said, I was on auto-pilot through all of this.

Chloe broke down completely at the gravesite. She didn’t want to leave Sophie, and it took me, Stacie, and Aubrey to drag/carry her to the car as she continued to sob.

After the funeral, everyone was gone. It was just me and Chloe and our memories of Sophie.

Chloe chose to mourn by staying in bed all day. I spent most of my time holed up in my home studio. Several times Aubrey came to me and told me how I needed to be with Chloe. That she needed me to be strong for her and locking myself away wasn’t helping her at all.

I did as I was told and went to Chloe. At this point, Chloe wouldn’t even acknowledge me, and I was lost. I didn’t cry because I never felt like I was allowed to cry. 

It all came to a head earlier today. Aubrey and Stacie had called some of our friends and they all came over to try and cheer Chloe up. It wasn’t working, and Chloe was still an emotional wreck, although she did come down to sit in the living room with everyone. 

I was sitting off to the side and Chloe had started to cry again. A couple of our friends came to me and gave me a hard time for not comforting Chloe.

I scoffed because I never left the house. I did all my work from home so that I could be there to comfort Chloe. I did nothing but comfort Chloe. I had done nothing but comfort Chloe for a month. 

Aubrey and Stacie came over and gave me the daily spiel about being strong for Chloe, and I finally had enough and blew up at them.

“I have been there for Chloe since the minute it happened,” I yelled. “I have held her while she cried herself to sleep. I held her while she lay practically comatose in Sophie’s bed. I helped her shower. I was the one making sure she ate and drank. I have been there for her.”

“We didn’t mean you haven’t been there for her, Beca,” Stacie said.

“Really? Then what did you mean, Stacie?” I asked.

“We’re your friends, Beca,” Aubrey said. “We want to help you guys through this.”

“Help us through this?” I laughed out loud. “Some friends. I lost my daughter, too, and not one of you has asked me if I’m okay. Not one of you has offered me a shoulder to cry on. Not. One. Single. One. Of. You! I can’t even mourn for my daughter because all I hear is how I have to be strong for Chloe.”

Tears poured down my face as I let out a sob and started shaking my head. “I know it sounds selfish, but I have been nothing but strong for Chloe. I can’t be the strong one anymore.” 

I stopped and looked around at everyone, including Chloe, sitting there and staring at me with stunned looks on their faces. Before anyone knew what I was doing, I rushed out of the house, jumped into my car, and drove off. 

I first drove to the cemetery and spent two hours crying over Sophie’s grave. My phone had been ringing and pinging with calls and texts, but I ignored them all.

I finally quit crying and got in my car and started for home. I was halfway there when I realized I didn’t want to go home, so I came here.

“Wow,” Trish muttered. “I am so sorry for your loss and for everything you’re going through.”

“Thanks,” Beca said. “I’m sorry to unleash all that on you, but you really were the first person to ask me if I was okay since Sophie died. It triggered something in me.”

“I didn’t know you saw everything that happened to Sophie,” Stacie said from behind Beca as tears ran down her face. 

“Yeah, well,” Beca said, looking over her shoulder at Stacie. “You would have if you had bothered to ask.”

Stacie knelt next to Beca and pulled her into a hug. “I am so, so sorry.”

“I’ll leave you two alone to talk,” Trish said, standing.

Beca pulled back from Stacie and grabbed Trish’s hand. 

“Um, thanks for listening,” Beca said.

“You’re welcome,” Trish said. “Good luck with everything. And, again, I’m sorry for your loss.”

Stacie stood and sat in the chair Trish just left.

“I need to take you home,” Stacie said. “Chloe is beside herself worrying about you.”

“I know I shouldn’t have left,” Beca said. “I just needed a minute.”

“I get it,” Stacie said. “Are you okay?”

Beca let out a snort. “Nice of you to finally ask.”

Stacie looked down and away from Beca. They sat there quietly, each unsure of what to say next.

“I almost cheated on Chloe,” Beca blurted out.

“What?” Stacie said. “When?”

“Just a little bit ago,” Beca said. “That girl that was just here; I almost kissed her.”

“What do you mean by almost?” Stacie said.

“I was drinking and she was flirting,” Beca said. “Chloe hasn’t kissed me or really touched me since, um, since before the accident. The only time we have any contact is when I hold her while she cries. And when Trish was showing interest in me, and she leaned in to kiss me, I wanted it. It was nice to feel as if someone wanted me and not just needed me for their comfort.”

“Oh, Beca,” Stacie said, shaking her head.

“I didn’t kiss her, Stacie,” Beca said. “I swear, I didn’t! I pulled away from her before we actually kissed. I realized I couldn’t do that to Chloe. I know we’ll get through this and I’m not going to do anything to mess up what we have. She and Soph-” Beca stopped and cleared the lump that was suddenly in her throat. It took Beca a moment to pull herself together before she said, “Chloe is my life and I love her too much to do that.”

“I know you do, sweetie,” Stacie said with a small smile. “Let’s get you home to Chloe.”

Beca nodded her head and stood. She followed Stacie out of the bar.

“Give me your keys,” Stacie said, holding out her hand to Beca.

“Why?” Beca said.

“Because you’ve been drinking,” Stacie said.

Beca handed Stacie the keys.

~~ Are You Okay? ~~

Stacie parked in the driveway and turned off the car. Beca sat there looking up at the house.

“Was Chloe okay when you left?” Beca asked.

“Yeah, she was okay,” Stacie responded. “Well, except for the part where she’s worried about you. I think she was afraid that she was going to lose you, too.”

Beca nodded her head and took a deep breath. She let it out as she opened the car door. She had barely closed the door when she was slammed against the side of the car.

Beca knew immediately it was Chloe and put her arms around Chloe’s waist and cried into her shoulder. Chloe didn’t say anything; she just held onto Beca as they cried together, finally sharing their grief.

Stacie wiped her eyes and went into the house, leaving the grieving couple to comfort each other.

“I was afraid I was going to get a call saying you were in an accident,” Chloe cried. “I can’t lose you, too.” Chloe pulled back to look at Beca. “I love you so much and I’m so sorry about checking out on you. I just-. I just couldn’t handle everything. And you were there for me even though I wasn’t there for you.”

“It’s okay, Chlo,” Beca said, pulling Chloe tighter to her.

Chloe pulled back and looked Beca in the face. “No, it’s not.”

“Beca? Chloe?” Aubrey called them, causing them both to turn and look at her. “Why don’t you come inside?”

“We’ll be right there,” Beca told Aubrey.

Aubrey nodded her head and went back inside.

“Let’s go inside,” Chloe said. “I could use a drink.”

“I already did that,” Beca said. “I got drunk and came very close to kissing someone who wasn’t you. I didn’t do it; I couldn’t do it.”

“I’m not okay with that,” Chloe said, honestly. She looked down at the ground and added, “But, I can understand why you wanted to.”

“I’m sorry,” Beca whispered, kissing Chloe’s temple. “Being upset is no excuse to cheat. I love you so much, and thinking about you here and how upset you’ve been, is what stopped me. I hope you can forgive me.”

“You stopped before you crossed the line?” Chloe asked; Beca nodded. “There’s nothing to forgive. But, if it will make you feel better to hear the words, I forgive you.”

“Thank you,” Beca said as Chloe leaned in and kissed her. “Are we okay?’

“Not quite,” Chloe said. “But I think if we work together, we will be. We love each other and need to be there for each other. Plus, if we can make it through losing Sophie, we can make it through anything, as long as we do it together. And I promise, that from now on, I’ll be there for you no matter what.”

“And I promise to continue to be there for you, too,” Beca said.

“That’s all I can ask,” Chloe said as she took Beca’s hand and led her inside.

#31 day angst challenge #31DOA: Day One #bechloe #chloe beale #beca mitchell

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DAY #5: 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨

This one's probably the hardest yet for me, but after some consideration, I'm pretty confident on the one that most appeals to me personally in the greatest number of areas: "Angst."

There's nothing I DON'T like about this video. First, I am a major sucker for grayscale media (photos, videos, drawings, literally anything) that feature only one additional color with sharp contrast, and red is a strong favorite to play this role! Just artistically, I adore it to total bits, but I also very much love the hauntingly accurate political messages within. The cheerleaders are such a great, key part story-wise, having an incredible amount of punch, as does the "friendly neighborhood" of the guys becoming a cold, aggressive, paranoid hell that ultimately ruins them. I REALLY LIKE symbolism, and this one just does it for me, hard.

Also hard as fuck for Till in this b-BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT

previous days: 　1.) favorite song 　2.) favorite era 　3.) favorite single 　4.) favorite album

#rammstein #31 days rammstein challenge #rammstein challenge #mv: ''angst'' #Youtube

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a fresh prompt to get the imagination going

#fanfic writing #writers #fanfic writer #fandoms #writerslife #writing memes #ao3 writers #writing prompts #angst prompts #hurt/comfort prompts #ao3 fic #writing tips #prompts #writing challenge #31 days of writing #may #creative writing inspiration #the mood for the month

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Ten years ago, the first Ectoberweek took place. It was part of the beginning years of events celebrating the Danny Phantom phandom's creativity through themed, prompted calendars. But from all the events of 2013, ectoberweek stood out. As a fandom about "the ghost kid show," an event prompting spooky fic/art around Halloween was simply a no-brainer.

Although many events have come and gone throughout the past decade, Ectoberweek has carried on. And now, we are happy to present the Ectoberweek 2023 Calendar to all of you!

Similar to last year, this calendar provides two prompt options for each day: a one word prompt, and a two sentence horror story. You can choose to base your creations off one or both prompts each day.

(Note: The one-word prompts are not limited to artists, and the two sentence prompts are not limited to writers. Both prompts are available to anyone who wants to try them.)

All content directly related to the Danny Phantom cartoon is acceptable for this challenge. Ships, non-ships, crossovers, angst, fluff, classic art, digital art—so long as it relates to the show, how you choose to represent these prompts is entirely up to you.

Tag your work with #ectoberweek2023 so we can all see it. Happy ten years, and we cannot wait to see all the amazing directions you all will take these prompts!

✨ Art credit for this year's calendar goes to @duchi-nesten. Thank you SO MUCH for this lovely calendar! And the Cujo, who is adorable as always! ✨

All Prompts Written Out:

25: Will-o'-wisps It finally sunk in for Jack and Maddie: no matter how alive he seemed, Danny was actually dead. So they buried him.

26: Cults Students start to go missing. At the same time, the Guys in White go quiet.

27: Circus Gothica Blood blossoms weren't named for their blood red color. They were named for the liquid they fed on.

28: Possession It's not an obsession if he can keep it under control. Right?

29: Masquerade "Would you like to know how much time you have left?" Clockwork asked. The endless ticking in the lair had never sounded so ominous.

30: Ecto-acne “Everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.” Danny doesn’t look forward to his third time getting dissected.

31: Ten Years It had been a decade since anyone last lived at Fenton Works. Or so people thought.

Bonus Prompt: Make a sequel to one of your own works, or create a fic/art piece to accompany an older fic/art from someone else!

#ectoberweek2023 #danny phantom #ectober #halloween #dp events #fic event #art event #writing event #calendar #prompt calendar

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DAY 31 - A/B/O

Parings: Neteyam x Fem!Avatar

Genre/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI +18, no use of Y/N, ANGST, SMUT in the end, love bites, rubbing, sexual tension, olfactophilia (they both turn on by smelling arousal/pheromones), P in V, manhandling, oral (f receiving), face fucking, fingering, praising, cursing, pet name (ma’uniltı`ranyu - my dreamwalker), rough, knotting, dirty talk, overstimulation, edging, strangers to lovers, first time (first heat, loss of avatar body virginity), begging, difference in power (alpha-omega dynamics), soft-dom Neteyam (mention of marking, possessive behavior but he’s kind and caring), Jamie Flatters cameo. All characters are AGED-UP.

Summary: Living in the body of an avatar is not as simple as one might think.

Little note: OMG! You have no idea how happy I am to have finally finished this fic. It has been on hiatus for so many months that I thought I would never publish it. The more time passed, the more the pressure to write something worth the long wait increased. I rewrote it so many times, but it never seemed good enough, and the editing was exhausting. I hope with all my heart not to disappoint your expectations. Please be forgiving: this is my first Omegaverse. Thank you🥰

If you would like to be tagged in future fics, please write it in the comments. I will be happy to add you all💕

Word Count: 7,6k

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Aubree’s knowledge as a xenobiologist fell short in front of the challenges of living as a dreamwalker among the Na’vi.

The presence of a secondary sex was fascinating, fictional in the eyes of a human being, accustomed to a binary system. But on Pandora, things were way different. The natives displayed their primary sex (male or female) from birth, and their roles in the clan were influenced by signs that emerged during puberty. Alphas, predominantly men, possessed a massive physiognomy. Tall, muscular, strong-willed, controlled in character, yet predisposed to irascibility. Betas were the largest group, with an equal proportion of females and males, and the most human-like. Omegas, mostly women, were known for their petite and delicate build, along with a calming demeanor.

When she arrived on Pandora, she had no particular expectations of what her avatar’s designation would be. Still, no one would ever have considered a potential alpha looking at her features. Aubree was a spitfire who was unlikely to be pushed around and knew her stuff in professional terms. Someone who won’t let you get away with nothing. However, her dainty physique and conflict-avoiding tendency were clear indications she would be an omega (or beta at best). The moment she connected with the hybrid, clarity rained down on her like a burst of sunlight breaking through the clouds. Her own body erupted in a chorus of sensations, each one clamoring for attention. It was as if every nerve ending had awoken from a deep sleep, demanding to be felt. The omega within seemed to mold itself to her presence, wrapping around her with the natural warmth of a long-lost sibling's affection. Its voice, like a lullaby, soothed tenderly in her ears, caressed her senses, evoking a bittersweet nostalgia. It had waited for her for a lifetime, patiently biding, though she felt as if it had always been there; their destinies entwined for eternity. The connection felt familiar as if it had always been an integral part of her existence, hidden deep within her soul, longing to be seen. A joyous reunion with her inner essence, theirs, rather than a discovery of something new about herself. As her eyes fluttered open, the blinding white light of the hospital room assaulted her vision, her first instinct was to cry. Overwhelmed by the pent-up emotions that had been building within her.

Yet another factor played a role — a negative note. The recognition wasn’t exclusive to her; everyone around her, from the very moment she had awoken as an avatar, had sensed, smelled what she was. And this made it obvious why omegas often experienced such a designation as a condemnation.

Alphas’ attentions may be... excessive.

From a human perspective, Na’vi were naturally intrusive. The concept of personal space between the two species was totally at odds; they were prone to be close, to touch each other, to smell each other. A fundamental part of their socialization techniques. Aubree could have learned to tolerate it as a cultural trait if her alpha-designated colleagues didn’t engage in the same behaviors. They couldn’t help themselves.

“It’s the pheromones,” said matter-of-fact Max, not having any other scientific explanation. Studies on the subject were stalled. Without a vomeronasal organ connected to the brain, or terrestrial examples to refer to, they couldn’t describe the phenomenon. The only thing palpable to both of them, equally inexplicable, was that her wake was inviting. Alphas were almost reduced to a primal state around her. “You should talk to the Tsahìk about this,” Aubree mentally berated herself for not thinking of it sooner. Who better than the Tsahìk, the spiritual leader of the clan and the highest authority among healers, to provide her with the answers she sought? And maybe even help in dealing with the symptoms.

*

The healers’ tent wasn’t large. Quite the opposite, it was indeed small. The room appeared even tinier with the disorganized heap of things stacked on top of each other in a jumbled mess, creating the feeling it could burst at any time. An imminent threat to be fair. However, under scrutiny, one could discern an order in the distribution of the items. To her right, tools of various types and sizes covered the entire wall. To the left, on shelves arranged by color, were terracotta jars filled with powders and ointments. Some were large, others tiny; some had regular shapes, others were bizarre, tongued, or angular. Engraved on the bottom of each were symbols. An early form of writing, considering the People were still oral.

A little further down, the counter ran around the entire interior of the room to the nearest post of mattresses where sicks could rest. Behind the cupboard was the massiest shelf of all. Ampoules, mirrors, rolls of cloth, baskets of bandages, needles, and flowers stuffed somehow. That place was a unique contradiction, ranging from manic order to disturbing chaos. Despite the dimness and the oppressive atmosphere, the tent also emitted a serene, welcoming feeling, akin to the mystical aura of a shaman’s lair.

But one not was out of place. Post-its here and there written in… English? What were post-its doing in the Tsahìk tent? They were so out of context.

“I see the human touch doesn’t go unnoticed.” Aubree gasped, more at the dull sound of something heavy being moved across the counter than the surprise itself. A woman emerged from the myriad of baskets scattered across the floor, placed one on the wooden shelf, and emptied its contents. Her hair, just above her chin, was straight but messy. The tswin, displayed in front of her chest, obscured the huge needle that hung from her slender neck. At every movement, the beads of the intricate shawl that covered her shoulders and breasts jingled, as lively as a child’s laughter. A streaked cerulean complexion set off lemon-yellow irises fixed upon her like those of a cat.

How old was she? Her face appeared youthful, almost adolescent, yet her eyes betrayed wisdom and worldliness far beyond her years.

“You must be Aubree. I was waiting for you to show up.” It seemed as if the healer’s pupils flickered at the sound of her name. The avatar stepped forward. “It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Kiri te Suli Kireysi’ite, Tsahìk of the Omatikaya.” Acting on impulse, she extended her hand, but when the young woman didn’t shake it, she hastily corrected the gesture into the typical bow of greeting and reverence. She looked amused.

“No need for formality here. We are the same age and are both researchers. We have more in common than you might think.” A smirk curved her plump lips as she put her fists on her sides. “To what do I owe the glee of your visit? I suppose you need to ask me something.” Her sudden remark made her jolt. The Na’vi woman stopped arranging the shelves and turned to look at her with anticipation. “Well?” “I wouldn’t know where to even start. It’s something I don’t fully understand,” she confessed. “Is it related to your dreamwalker body?” She nodded. “But humans cannot help you.” It wasn’t a question, but the scientist nodded anyway. Kiri drew a smile and disappeared behind a curtain that separated the room from the next one — a laboratory. After several minutes, she reappeared with a small box full of tea filters. “Have one in the morning and another in the evening. It’s a suppressant; it will quell your pheromones.”

Aubree blushed furiously. How…?

“I might be just a beta, but your wake is so strong that it knocked me out for a sec. I dare not imagine the effect you have on alphas.” “Not pleasant.” “Much too pleasant, you mean,” she chuckled. “Be careful not to abuse the drug. You wouldn’t want to find out about the side effects. And remember, it is a temporary remedy. Useless on the verge and during estrus.”

Estrus.

The idea hadn’t crossed her mind at all when she accepted her Ph.D. and joined the AVTR Program. She was so thrilled to pursue her dream she would have accepted any job proposal. And who was she to deny she had always felt a fascination about natives? Na’vi estrus cycle was highly articulated and varied by secondary sex designation. Beta females, like humans, had a menstrual cycle and were potentially always fertile, exhibiting no visual, behavioral, or olfactory signals announcing impending ovulation.

Quite a different story for omegas and alphas.

The former went into heat three times a year, about four months between cycles, and could last up to seven agonizing days in the absence of a partner to care for them. This was their peak fertility period. The latter rutted once a year, and the length of the inter-anestrus was unpredictable. In mated pairs wasn’t uncommon for one’s heat to trigger the other’s.

“What should I do when it happens?” “Well, the most natural advice would be to spend it with a playmate, preferably an alpha, as theirs are the only pheromones that have a calming effect on omegas. There is no risk of conception for those who are not mated, so as long as your kuru’s are not entwined, let go.” “Mm, alternatives?” “Lock yourself in a shelter until it ends, away from everyone. But that is the least desirable option. It’s terribly painful to face heat alone.” “I could stay disconnected as long as my avatar is in this state.” “Risking dying of dehydration and starvation in the meantime? Or worse, that some alpha will have fun at your expense?” Kiri hastened to say, noticing the scientist’s horrified expression. “Yes, it has happened, and I assure you that the physical memory of the trauma remains, even if consciousness was not present.” “But I’ll still have to log out myself. My human body needs care, too.” “All the more reason you should find someone to look after you, and quickly. Your first heat is approaching.”

As if that were a small thing.

“My intuition tells me you’ll be fine. Now go. And drink your infusion.” She was about to leave the tent when one last question left Aubree’s lips: “How will I know I’m in heat?” “Oh, trust me, you’ll know.”

She was so absorbed in Kiri’s words that she didn’t even notice the hungry glances she was catalyzing. Especially that of a distinguished man wearing a feathered cloak. The young Olo’eyktan followed her figure as she made her way back to the human outpost until she was swallowed up by the thick undergrowth.

“She doesn’t have a mate if that’s what you’re wondering,” a voice to his left exclaimed. As he turned, he came face to face with the Tsahìk, whose penetrating stare revealed a cunning expression that hinted at a deeper understanding. “I don’t see why this indiscretion of yours should interest me.” “Mm, I don’t know. Seems like she caught your interest.” “Hard to ignore with the trail she carries.” A corner of Kiri’s mouth twitched: Neteyam had just been trapped in the net. “She’s not the first omega with such a scent passing under your nose, but you’ve barely noticed the others.” The young man’s back straightened. “What's your point?” “I’m just surprised. That’s all.”

Neteyam’s gaze was again lost in scanning the spot where the avatar had vanished, lost in a thousand thoughts. Unaware of the bright, wide smile that now graced his sister’s beautiful face. The satisfied smirk of one who sees three moves ahead.

*

Upon entering the research division’s canteen, some may have felt as if they stepped into Goldilocks’ fairy tale. Everything in there was big, big or small, small, except for the stove and tables, which were set at an intermediate height so that both avatars and pilots could use them.

Aubree stared at the teapot brewing the concoction Kiri had given her; her nose stung by the pungent yet fresh smell of nettle wafting from the spout. Carefully, she poured the liquid into a cup without straining — Ingest the leaves — and drank it. Immediately, her throat burned and a tremendous itch seemed to want to tear it open.

Shit, even worse than anticipated.

She took a seat on the plush sofa, its velvety fabric enveloping her frame. As she pressed play on the remote, the screen flickered to life, casting a soft glow on the dimply lit room. Her eyes followed the vivid images of a movie for distraction, but her mind was eaten up by the searing prickle that intensified with each passing moment. The discomfort became all-consuming, shielding her from the outside world, as if the itchy sensations had woven a barrier around her, isolating the woman in her own thoughts. She was oblivious to her colleague’s presence until he sank into the cushions beside her. His arm hung weakly on the backrest, almost brushing against her shoulder. But it was his sudden loud snort that jolted her back to reality. Aubree jumped as she turned to her right and found Jamie. His left knee wedged into his opposite ankle, his foot dangling in her direction. His head rested an inch from the wall, eyes half-closed in a drowsy state.

“You look tired.”

The guy let out a low, rumbling laugh in his typical mumble before replying that he felt like a bulldozer had run over him. Fatigue weighed heavily on him, evident in the strain it put on his distinct British accent. She surreptitiously watched him, taking in the details of his avatar that closely resembled the human it was created from. His gaze remained the same, although his blue irises had now turned a striking shade of yellow. His lips and teeth mirrored the original, except for the canines. When he smiled full-mouthed, two dimples appeared on his cheeks, causing his eyes to crinkle at the corners, as if they were smiling, too. His slightly protruding incisors gave his face a boyish charm, contrasting with his strong, masculine features. He radiated a sense of gentleness.

That last remark had the same effect as lightning illuminating the night. They were conversing freely, as they would have if they were humans.

An alpha and an omega.

Aubree had gotten into the habit of avoiding alphas as much as possible when she was in this body; head down, shy look, walk fast. Never within nose reach. But Jamie did not lose his cool in her presence. He didn’t sniff the air greedily. His gaze didn’t become insistent as it passed over her face. He didn’t moisten his lips endlessly or clench his jaw and fists as if to keep himself from jumping on her. Nor did hold his breath and make excuses, running for his life as he was wont to do.

The suppressor was working!

The success of the next days was enough for the unknown estrus to recede into the background, in the darkest and most hidden place in her head. Who could blame her? Her life was finally back to normal. After all, her avatar's first heat couldn't have been so terrible, could it? Just stick to this simple recipe and everything will be fine, repeated as a mantra.

Remember, it is a temporary remedy. Useless on the verge and during the heat.

Time passed, and days turned into weeks. The taste of the medicine became more tolerable as her throat grew accustomed to its piquant flavor. Even if it wasn’t, the end justified the means. Aubree took the doses with obsessive precision, but after a few months, she noticed the effects wearing off, though she couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it began.  The first warning came in the form of mild dizziness when she logged in, accompanied by a lingering feeling of fever. Then, her appetite waned, alternating with sudden bouts of hunger. Finally, twinges settled in her iliac fossae. She chalked it as harmless PMS, nothing she hadn’t already experienced. Most importantly, not a cause for alarm regarding her host’s performance or health; the hybrid was fully functional.

Wait a minute. Premenstrual syndrome?

As she walked down the hallway leading to the medical area, her mind wandered back to her last period. Her forefinger swiftly navigated the tablet, selecting the calendar app she used to track her menstrual cycle. She was still a long way from the start of the next one, a full two weeks, right in the middle of her fertility window. Maybe I’m ovulating. The symptoms she had been going through lately aligned with that assumption. Breast sensitivity, a slight increase in discharge, heightened lubrication, and libido.

This would have been enough to reassure her, if not for the steady, soft beeping coming from the hospital room, serving as a haunting reminder. Her stare roamed beyond the glass, taking in the circle of Link Units surrounding a pair of desks in the center, a total of eight. It settled on the last station on the far left. Number 3. Her lucky number. Well, not so lucky, given how things were going. The monitor next to it showed the status of the machine, the vitals of the subject inside, the neural activity of the two interconnected brains. The real-time image of the pilot's unconscious face.

Aubree’s face.

And so she realized the symptoms were none other than the avatar's. Ovulation, PMS, cravings were all alarm bells that the heat was near. But who gave her the coup de grâce was Jamie himself.

The guy was running towards her, calling out and weaving, eager for something he was about to share if he didn’t put the brakes on his run. With his palm up to cover his mouth and nose, he said, “Woah Bree... You stink.” His pupils showed a hint of dilation. “It’s time, isn’t it? The suppressant isn’t working anymore.” “Guess so.” “Um, I don’t wanna freak you out or anything, but...” He scratched nervously at the back of his head, no longer holding her gaze. “... if you ever need help dealing with… that. I mean, if I were in your shoes, I’d prefer a friend taking care of me over some random dude. So...” “Thanks, Jamie, for the offer. I know it’s from a genuine interest, and that you’re not trying to take advantage of the situation. I appreciate it, but maybe the Tsahìk can help me out while I’m in the shelter.” “It could last for days.” “I still haven’t come to terms that intercourses are the only way. She's possibly making it sound worse than it actually is.” “Possibly not. Thinking you’ll be locked up somewhere suffering...” "I'll log out for the night," Aubree giggled. “Besides, it would be kinda weird, don’t you think? We work together.” Now he couldn’t help but laugh. “I do science. Stuff like that won't faze me. You better hurry, based on the scent you're giving off, you could be in heat any minute. If you change your mind...” With a last playful wink, Jamie left.

Free to return to her concerns, Aubree’s smile turned into a taut line. She had to find Kiri. Quickly.

*

As she battled the relentless fever, the seemingly endless and overwhelming path to Hometree stretched out before her. Every step was a struggle, her trembling hands clutching onto the rough tree trunks for support. Fatigue weighed heavily upon her, her eyes squinting against the blinding rays of the sun as it dipped below the horizon. The intense heat made her perspire profusely, the dampness seeping through her clothes, clinging to her body like a second skin. She wished she could strip off her garments; the discomfort unbearable. The thought of dying of shame seemed trivial compared to the fire that consumed her from within, leaving her skin burning and blistering. 

Sounds of prolemuris filled the air, their calls echoing through the dense canopy. The heavy, rich, damp bouquet of lush vegetation mingled with the freshness of rain and whiffs of her scent, alerting a hunter nearby to her presence. His senses heightened. With narrowed eyes, he tasted the air, as if savoring a fine wine. The particles rose into his nostrils, painting a vivid image of Aubree in his mind. Her sweet face, adorned with sparkling eyes, and sinuous curves stood out against the dry features of the People. 

As he continued to track her trail, his pupils dilated, his senses enticed by the lingering aroma. Every step he took, he could feel the dampness of the forest floor beneath his feet, the rough texture of the leaves brushing against his fingertips. The air was alive with anticipation, as if holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable. But as quickly as the scent had captivated him, the hunter’s instincts kicked in. He realized that if he could smell her, others could too. The realization sent a shiver down his spine, a reminder of the dangers that lurked in the rainforest. With a determined resolve, he pressed on, his senses alert, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

He left his prey to almost run the distance that separated him from the woman. His omega. The moments it took him to reach her seemed like hours when they were a handful of minutes at most. He found her at the foot of a plant, curled up in a ball, her cheeks stained with tears as she whispered incomprehensible words under her breath. The man staggered, his senses assaulted by the unmistakable pungent smell of her heat stench. A wake so overpowering that left him breathless and struck, unlike anything he had ever smelled before. Teeth gritted and jaw clenched to the breaking point, he bravely advanced towards her, finally falling to his knees. If only he had resisted his natural urges. He could not allow himself to give in. Not him.

With a gentle touch, he cradled her jaw in his palm and soothed her with slow, reassuring strokes along her side, repeating, “It’s alright, it’s alright. You’re safe now. You're not alone; I'm here for you. You’re going to be okay.”  Her cry-streaked face trembled as she whispered, “Please... I can’t take it any longer,” cheeks dampened by an endless stream of tears. “Just take care of it.” He cursed in frustration, powerless that he couldn’t even bring her to his sister. Kiri was assisting a primipara in childbirth. “Please!”  Before taking her in his arms and laying her gently against his chest, the Na’vi sighed, his voice filled with resignation, “Yes, whatever you need.”

Walking backward towards the nearest shelter, he kept his gaze fixed on the path, his piercing eyes fully focused on his surroundings, scanning for any signs of danger. The very direction he had originally come from. Not that anyone could have stood up to him under those circumstances. Regardless of whether he had reached the woman first, no one would have been foolish enough to challenge the clan’s top warrior. 

Groaning, Aubree nuzzled against him, finding solace in the familiar and calming scent that emanated from his skin. Like lowered into a light, peaceful bubble, his soothing alpha pheromones everywhere. An alpha she couldn’t recognize, her vision too blurry, but to whom the omega inside her was singing a serenade. In this foggy confusion, she could only hear the beating of his heart against her ear and the oh-so-big, firm hands holding her up. And though she could not see him, starry eyes appeared in her mind’s eye, looking tenderly at her. 

Her fantasy drifted away, picturing him holding her close, his lips exploring every inch of her body, and their lovemaking leaving her in a state of euphoric surrender. A shiver ran down her spine and made her throbbing quicken at the mere thought of being touched where the tremendous burn concentrated the most. The brush of his lips on her forehead and the tip of her nose made her believe, if only for an instant, that reality had merged with her imagination. His voice lingered in the air, like a gentle gust against her mouth, hinting that they were just moments away from their destination.

Where, she would have inquired, but there wasn’t much room for consistency in her head right now, her perceptions too chaotic to form a coherent question. She would have gone to the ends of the Universe, as long as it meant she could be near him.

Next to her, on her, inside her. Her heart raced with anticipation.

As the hunter laid her down on the mattress and went to fetch water, it was no surprise that her expression crinkled, her eyelids opened slightly, and a low moan eluded her parched lips.

“You need to drink,” he said softly, his voice filled with concern, as he offered out a small bowl. The liquid inside shimmered, reflecting the soft glow of the room. However, she shook her head, causing the contents to spill onto the floor, the sound of the liquid splashing echoing through the silence. A flicker of frustration crossed his face, but it quickly melted away, replaced by a deep-seated worry as he watched her. Her arms opened towards him, inviting him into her embrace. He had never encountered such desperation and helplessness in an omega before. 

Calmly, he laid down beside her, pulling her gently towards him. As he hugged her, she could feel the tension slowly leaving her body. But it wasn’t enough. Aubree craved more, she needed more. And so he leaned in and kissed her. His lips were soft and tender, like a delicate caress. When she bit into them, the taste exploded on her tongue, a blend of sweet honey and warm sunshine. The flavors danced and mingled, delighting her senses. Closing her eyes, she felt a rush of sparks and stars illuminating her mind. His tongue explored her mouth with a gentle touch, mirroring the soothing sensation of his hands as they massaged her tense shoulders.

She felt perfect, cocooned in the strength of his embrace. The soft glow of candlelight danced across their entwined bodies, casting a warm, intimate atmosphere. The warmth of his arms, his faint scent mingled with her own, enveloped her, creating a sweet, comforting haven from the outside world. Yet, an intoxicating sensation filled the air as she nestled against his chest, hearing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. A soothing melody that resonated deep within her. Every touch, every caress, sent waves of bliss coursing through her body. In this moment, she found solace and contentment, knowing that she had found her rightful place - in his loving arms.

She was exactly where she belonged, complete and fulfilled.

When he let go, she was panting, her lungs desperate for oxygen, her heart pounding in her chest. All she could see were his eyes, lost in darkness. Delighting in her exquisite taste, surpassing his wildest dreams, he pressed his lips against her face and kissed her deeply. The overwhelming passion seemed to consume her, suffocating her with its intensity. He gently moved away, giving her a chance to catch her breath, and as he did, he positioned himself on top of her, taking off the thin t-shirt she had on.

As much as he longed to press his skin against the avatar's, the Na’vi couldn’t help but be drawn to her curvaceous physique, a stark contrast to the ruggedness of his own kind. He took his sweet time to admire her; the naked breasts, the rounder hips, he could not resist stroking them with his fingertips. Aubree’s scent brainwashed him, a slave to the instinct to take her where she was, but in the back of his mind, there was still enough clarity to realize that he was truly amazed by the wonder of the woman before him. He liked her. He really liked her. He had liked her from the first moment he had noticed her, her trail so enchanting that it could not be ignored.

Once again, he yearned to taste her, to hold her. He placed his lips upon every reachable inch, leaving his mark with his intoxicating scent. He lavished attention on her face, caressed her eyes, nibbled on her ears, traced her collarbones, and claimed her neck, burying his nose in her skin, his tongue tenderly exploring the hidden depths behind her shoulder. It was a remarkably sensitive spot, causing her to surrender to pleasure, her corneas tilting backward in ecstasy. The surge of pheromones transformed into a primal growl, resonating deep within her core; uncontrollable shivers coursed through her body. He pressed harder against her hips, releasing a second wave that intensified their connection.

Aubree wrapped her limbs around him, squeezing him in a fervent embrace. The sound of their mingling breaths filled the air as their lips met once more, a symphony of desire. Overwhelmed by the sensation of his body against hers, she reveled in the way he effortlessly fit into the curves of her form. Each kiss and caress he bestowed upon her skin brought a cascade of relief that engulfed her senses.

Through the graceful dance of their bodies, she felt the weight of his longing against her. Every movement spoke volumes of his desire to please her, to alleviate her anguish. As his lips explored her skin, a low, guttural moan escaped her throat, resonating with a mixture of gratification and pain. In the air, a spice of raw passion intertwined with a hint of vulnerability. In his touch, she could sense the depth of his caring, his soulful dominance.

She realized how similar they were: two people subjected to their nature.

Equally desperate, her lungs aching, she reached a trembling hand towards his tail, fingers brushing against the coarse texture of the loincloth. The tightly cinched knot resisted her efforts, causing each tug to reverberate with a faint sound of strained fabric. The hunter, his muscles trembling with anticipation, propped himself up slightly, his breaths mingling with hers in the dimly lit room.

Time slowed to a torturous crawl as he painstakingly unraveled the knot, his fingers working with meticulous precision. The sensation of the fiber slipping through his grasp sent shivers down his spine, a mix of alleviation and frustration intertwining in his chest. The weight of the tewng around his ankles became a physical reminder of the barriers they both longed to shed. Almost on the verge of tears, he yearned for liberation from this confining cloth, craving the proximity and warmth they shared. With a swift motion, he freed himself from the bindings, the garment rustling quietly as it fell to the ground. In an instant, he pulled her back into his embrace, his arms blanketing her with a renewed fervor.

As their bodies tangled, a rush of emotions flooded their senses — the scent of their shared desire hung heavy in the air, mingling with the musky aroma of sweat. The touch of their skin, now unencumbered, ignited a fire that burned with an intensity they could no longer deny.

The scientist loved every moment; his piercing, smoldering gaze fixated on her, lolling in every tender touch, every flattering word, but she reached her limit, and he could sense it. Suddenly, the biting cold dusk shrouded her exposed form. Her garments were violently ripped away, leaving her vulnerable. The icy sensation lasted only a fraction of a second, though, for that was all the time it took for the stranger to plunge into her doused core. His intricate braids tickled against the satin-like skin of her inner thigh. The balmy breeze of his breath danced upon her as she rolled up her sticky legs around his head. “No need for that,” she giggled, her voice trembling. The sharp edges of his canines teased her, causing a playful tingle to spread across her lips. His smile showing both desire and mischief.

With exasperating slowness, he inhaled in a long sniff, his expounded pupils pulsating as they reopened. He dove in to guzzle the juicy nectar at its source, emitting a hoarse moan with the initial sip. She gasped, feeling the vibration against her quivering lips, as a blissful wave rippled through her soul, intensifying her arousal. Gripping her silky hair, he nestled his face, exploring every crevice, nuzzling her thoroughly. His insatiable tongue and eager lips caressed the velvety walls of her intimate entrance, skillfully teasing the supple skin and delicate clitoris. His left hand, loving and firm, cupped her slender ankle, his touch sending shivers up her bone. Slowly, he trailed his hand up her smooth thigh, his fingertips tracing every contour, igniting a fiery anticipation within her. With a whispered whoop, he sank his index into her swollen, drenched core, the wetness coating his digit. There was no resistance, only an overwhelming urge for more. In sync with her ragged sighs, he added a second finger. The sound of their combined panting saturated the air as her grip tightened around his relentless, plunging fingers.

At this point, Aubree was trembling with need as every fiber within her begged to be fucked. The alpha’s dominant pheromones beguiled her, while his languid, deliberate movements captivated her gaze. His hungry eyes, dark and all-consuming held her spellbound by the way he devoured her. The crushed combination of his present and skill left her subdued, infatuated even. As her back arched in pleasure, a primordial scream tore through her open windpipe. Excitement was so intense, a fiery mixture of ecstasy and release so gratifying and flawless,  that her omega felt a devastating love than just heat. In that instant, he hit her G-spot with caustic precision one final time, causing her to pour forth in a torrential climax. A violent, passionate eruption met by the man’s eager mouth, which drank her essence like a thirsty beast.

However, something unexpected happened as the orgasm subsided. Aubree burst into tears.

Copious tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks; wet, hot streaks that burned almost as scorching as the new, unbearable fire festering in her belly. Sobs rang through the shelter as he called her back, holding her tightly in his protective embrace, now curled against his chest seeking consolation. “Shushu... ‘Upe kemwiä? (What is it?).” He murmured, his lips resting on her temples as he futilely wiped away her tear-strained cheekbones. “It doesn’t go away, it doesn’t go away.” She cried, her nails scratching his chest, desperately trying to hold on to something. Her nose rubbed against his rib cage, then his jaw to impregnate him with her perfume, his heart pounding wildly.

In a frenzy of kisses and bites and touches, he let her vent, his digits grazing along her spine, confused by the speed with which the urge had reassembled in her. The Na’vi was confused by the speed with which the itch had reassembled within her. Normally it would take a few hours after such a powerful first orgasm. Time to rest, eat, drink. Aubree badly needed hydration to combat the incessant fever that plagued her and the fluids she was losing.

“Take a moment to rest. You need to drink.” “Screw the water, I want you,” she confessed, her misty eyes fixated on him. They shimmered with unstoppable tears and thirst. Her face flushed with a violent purple. It was the most powerful heat the man had ever witnessed, and he wondered what had triggered it. That it was her first heat? Had the suppressors made her high? It was because of him? The alpha in him reprimanded him with the natural mildness of primal appetites. Just take her, she’s pleading for it. But he shook his head. It wasn’t him. He was better than that. He had been raised to care for others, not to use them. Alphas protect, that was what gave them purpose; he would do anything to protect his mate, even from herself.

Even though she wasn’t technically his mate.

Despite not being bonded in the traditional sense, their connection was undeniable. Aubree, unbeknownst to her, held a special place in his heart from the very moment they met. It was clear from the start that this outcome was unavoidable. Calling upon anything that could keep him sane, he held some sort of energy drink under her nose. “Näk (drink).” The omega sounded at this command. It was as if by speaking in his native language, he was able to assert himself a thousand times more forcefully, even if she didn't get his words. The omega knew for both of them. “Can you do this for me? Drink this and I'll give you everything you want.” She had never heard anything more beautiful. She swelled the entire contents in one gulp, her head dizzy from the sudden amount of sugar. She fell back between the pillows with a quickening pulse, even if he was stroking her hair comfortably. The fall brought a fresh whiff of her needy wake, filling the entire hut as well as his nostrils. Instinctively, the hunter took a deep breath. A breath, that stopped halfway as his brain registered the source of the trail between the woman’s legs. A shimmering fountain that caused him to let out a guttural roar of defeat. He was so weak to her.

As he settled between her groin, the tip of his erection brushed against the warrior’s waistband, still clinging to his torso. The only garment Aubree had allowed him to keep.  The sight of him, breathtakingly elegant and athletic, thanks to Eywa’s mercy, overshadowed the idea of how many other omegas had the privilege of having him inside them before her. But now he was all hers. That thought alone ignited a fresh wave of excitement to blossom. He pressed his full weight onto her, and she wasted no time running her hands over his taut, strong, muscular back. Every contour, every sinew, was exquisitely formed and enticing under her touch. The closeness they shared, their bodies pressed against each other, sent a thrill through her. He smelled so damn good, hard and bothered for her. The way he responded to her advances only heightened her desire, flaring up a foreign heat in her veins, surpassing even her own natural instincts.

His shaft, long and thick, glided inside her, stealing her a gasp as he filled her in one fluid motion. Pleasure trembled through her, evident in her labored breathing and tightened walls. The barriers of her depths easily acclimated to his divine cock, satisfying even her smallest wishes. It was almost embarrassing to realize how every aspect of him was designed to please her — the texture of his body, the touch of his skin, the taste of his lips, the sound of his voice, his tantalizing scent.

She couldn’t help it and was somehow ashamed of her weakness. Her intimacy clenched at some point, in response to the blows he gave her, the few but deep sounds he made. So securely he gasped at the faint pain before rushing to her mouth in a ferocious kiss. Demanding, needy. He bit and pulled at her lip, pushing his tongue to lick the arch of hers, to suck her teeth, making her vibrate around him.  Had she mentioned that his lips were amazing? Yes, she had, but who cared? She would have repeated over and over again how unworldly they melded with hers in such a sublime way that they would have stunned her if she weren’t for the crazy pheromones already. Aubree didn’t even know who this man was. Her senses tangled, preventing her from recognizing his face or voice, despite a nagging suspicion of familiarity. Her mind sporadically focused before touch or smell overpowered it. Now taste. His lips felt like fresh fruit, sweet and full-bodied. She would have spent hours luxuriating in them, but the impression she was about to burst grew and grew, driving and unbearable.

She moaned uncontrollably as the Na’vi drew back his hips until only the tip rested against her core to thrust again before effortlessly thrusting again. Each new point of contact stung inside her. The avatar felt an insatiable desire to take all of him, to never let go. Her heart filled with euphoria — little bites, caresses, kisses ran through her body, which now smelled like his. She tugged at his hair as he made his way back to her mouth, her wet thighs encircling his waist, her heels nestled in the dimples of Venus. Clinging to him as if the contact of his epidermis, his chest, his arms weren’t enough. She craved more. Their hearts pounded in unison, like furious galloping horses, their passion untamed. “Tsahey, sı`ltsan’efu (oh hell, feels good),” he grunted, his timbre low and gravelly. Kind of a dirty move whispering praise in Na’vi into her ear. His words danced to the tips of her toes from the dull joy it gave her to feel appreciated, as the sound of their frames colliding echoed in the hut, a symphony of lust and devotion. Her cries grew shrill, a melodic chorus that fueled his every thrust. He was so hot, his skin flushed and glistening with sweat, as he moved faster, the friction intensified, sending sparks shooting through all of her body. Aubree clasped her legs around his waist, hankering for everything he offered. His grip on her shoulders steadied, his fingers digging into her skin. The force of his thrusts increased, each one hitting her with a mix of pleasure and pain. Her nails dragged along his back, leaving red trails in their wake.

The man rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingled; his lukewarm exhales covering her face and his ears full with her gasps. The smell of their passion hung heavy in the small space, a heady mixture of steam and need. He watched her in both ecstasy and disbelief. The sight of such intensity in his gaze overpowered her, but she clung to it, relishing every moment when his dick struck a sensitive bundle of nerves.

As she felt his knot dwell, alpha pheromones crept into her subconscious, drowning her omega in the musky aroma of dominance and submission, an exhilarating fog that pushed her further into surrender. The place seemed to darken as her soul naturally responded to him; her pulse hastening with trepidation. Each frantic gasps for oxygen a struggle against the sweeping emotions. She had no choice but to capitulate, to cry out for him. It felt as if her very DNA had been written to covet him, to lock him inside, but the native held her back, prolonging the exquisite torture.

“That’s not a good idea. It’s your first time.”

A new growl escaped her windpipe, vibrating hungry rage. A rumble that allowed no response, a warning that made him bend his ears back and sink to the point of no return. His stare fixed on her with a longing that knew no bounds. Now only orgasm could free him from her clutches. His expression seemed pained, a flicker of hesitation, but it lasted only a second before the most animalistic and savage sounds she had ever heard rose from the back of his throat. The researcher bit his neck to stifle a moan louder than the others, desperate to repress the burden that threatened to consume him. The last thing she wanted was for him to stop for concern of hurting her. He gasped, his grip on her hips toughening as he plunged more fervently, the rhythmic slapping of their bodies reverberating through the room.

“Don’t ever come out. Stay in forever,” she stammered in confused, fading whimpers. His reaction was harsh, his hips digging with such force that the knot scraped hard against her walls, inducing her to writhe in ecstasy. “Nga tsun ke pawm fula tsonta oe… Nga zir fìtxan tsìltsan (You can’t just ask me that… You feel so amazing).” His voice strained with lust. In response, the woman gyrated her hips even deeper against him, moaning with abandon until he filled her completely. His burning seed spread inside her, as he released a final wave of pheromones that triggered an orgasm so powerful it knocked her unconscious — her frame succumbing to the overwhelming fulfillment that exhausted her. “Are you okay?” He kissed her temple, but she could barely nod, still breathless. “Good.”

Amid that swirling sea of dizzying, carnal lechery, the Na’vi caught a whiff of her enticing trail, drawing him in like a magnetic force. He twisted her neck gently, planting kisses and licks behind her ear, where it released all sorts of fragrances that blended with the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Aubree shivered, her skin tingling as he grazed his teeth over her sensitive flesh. The aroma of her essence intensified here, so potent it could dance on his tongue, so tantalizing to explore further.

As he indulged in a small taste, her partner’s presence surged within her; his dick twitched, and automatically her inner walls throb around him. Just as her apprehension grew, fearing his bite, his lips found her ear where he murmured: “Don’t be afraid. I won’t mark you until you ask me to.”

Suddenly, a clarity washed over her, as if the dense intoxication of hormones had dissolved, leaving her lucid in its wake. The researcher pushed her lover away, panic coursing. Her narrowed eyes hinted at a revelation, now that she could finally name the alpha who had guided her in her very first heat, still mating with her with a satisfied and dangerous grin.

Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan. Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya.

Her eyelids suddenly grew heavy. Aubree fought not to close them, but with each blink it became harder and harder to keep them open. She felt his fingertips brush the hair from her face, then caress one cheek as he lowered himself to place a light kiss on her forehead.“Hahaw, ma’uniltı`ranyu. Nga kin ne tsurokx. Tätxaw ngeyä tawtutetokx. Oe veaywng nga kay sìn. (Sleep, my dreamwalker. You need to rest. Return to your human body. I’ll take care of you from now on).”

Special thanks to @pandoraslxna for the prompt!

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Ooooooh “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” from the drabbles *_*

Hello lovely!! I’m going to use this prompt to do day three of the angst challenge because it just fits so well kfdlgddfg I hope that’s okay!!! 🥰💖

(5) “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Jesse glared across the backyard to where Beca was dancing with Chloe. She was always with Chloe. Which was ridiculous because Beca was his girlfriend, not hers. That redheaded bitch was always trying to come between them, and Beca let her, let her weasel her way in, let her dance that close, let her touch her like that, like they were the ones dating... she was making him look like an idiot, dancing and laughing and flirting with another woman whilst he just stood there.

Well no more. 

He wasn’t going to stand by and watch his girlfriend whore herself out any longer.

Jesse set his drink down, storming over to where Beca now stood on her own, Chloe having gone to get them both another drink. He grabbed Beca’s wrist as he pulled her towards him. Beca looked towards him with a mixture of shock and confusion in her features, brow furrowing a little.

“What the hell dude?” She grumbled, trying to tug her hand away but Jesse held tight.

“We’re going.” Jesse growled at her, “Now.”

“What? Why? I’m having a good time...” Beca frowned as Jesse started to tug her inside, “Dude, let go of my wrist, you’re hurting me...”

“You’re prancing around like a slut Beca, I think we’re done here.” Jesse snapped at her.

“What the fuck did you just call me?!” Beca scowled at him, trying to wrench wrist from his grip as anger flared inside her, “Get off me Jesse, let go of me right now!”

“Shut up.” Jess threw Beca in front of him, Beca stumbling forward as he let go of her wrist, head snapping towards him, “I’ll call you a slut if I want to, especially when you’re behaving like one with that ginger bitch!”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” Beca scoffed slightly as she shook her head, “God how many times man, Chloe is just my friend!”

The sound of Beca laughing at him seemed to ignite a fire in Jesse and he darted forward, grabbing her by the throat as he slammed into a wall.

“And I am your boyfriend, which is something you seem to conveniently forget whenever you’re around her and making me look like a tool in front of everyone!”

His hand tightened around Beca's throat as she gasped for a breath she couldn't get, slapping at his chest and clawing at his hand to try and free herself. Jesse slapped her hard across the face before grabbing her wrists with his free hand, Beca reeling from the force of the blow as she struggled against him, trying to breathe as her hand swam.

"You've embarrassed me for the last time tonight Beca." He snarled, right in her face as she gasped and struggled, eyes wide and pleading with him to let go as tears of desperation and panic formed.

"Hey, get off her!"

Jesse felt a pair of hands on his shoulder as they tried to pull him off Beca, a growl forming in his throat as he let go off Beca's wrists to shove at the last person whose opinion of how he disciplined his girlfriend he cared about right now.

"Piss off Chloe." He shoved Chloe hard, right in the chest as she stumbled backwards.

Chloe managed to catch herself before she fell over, having followed Jesse and Beca when it looked like Beca was being removed from the party rather than leaving of her own volition. Anger bloomed through her as she saw Beca's panicked gaze meet hers, begging her to stop him as her face got redder and redder with every second that ticked by without oxygen.

Before she had even realised she'd done it, Chloe's fist connected with Jesse's face. Jesse fell to the floor, caught off guard by the punch and releasing Beca as he did. Chloe was quickly at Beca's side as she coughed and spluttered, oxygen flooding her lungs again as she let Chloe gently pull her to her feet away from Jesse.

"You come near her again and I'll kick your ass!" Chloe's eyes were ablaze as she felt Beca tremble against her, still catching her breath.

Chloe wound one of Beca's arms around her shoulders and quickly helped her out of the house and back to the Bella's residence. Beca was silent the entire time, leaning heavily into Chloe as her body continued to tremble, Chloe's heart breaking a little as she heard the soft sniffles that came from her.

Chloe carefully helped Beca through the back door and into the kitchen, settling her at the kitchen island before going to the freezer and pulling out two frozen bags of peas; one for Beca’s cheek, the other for her hand which was starting to throb. 

“Here.” Chloe prompted gently, the bag wrapped in a tea towel to stop it burning her skin, “Your cheek’s starting to bruise.”

“Thanks.” Beca croaked, wincing as her throat ached, eyes down as she sniffed again, “He- he isn’t normally like that...”

“That doesn’t matter.” Chloe shook her head, sitting opposite Beca as she placed the other bag of frozen peas against her knuckles, “He doesn’t get to do that to you, it’s not okay Becs.”

“It’s my fault.” Beca shrugged, her voice hoarse and small as she didn’t look at Chloe, “I was the one that upset him in the first place.”

“No.” Chloe frowned deeply as she reached out and took Beca’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze, “No it wasn’t Beca. I don’t care what he says, what he say you did wrong, you didn’t do anything to deserve that.”

Beca sniffed again, shrugging her shoulders a little. There was a still silence for a minute as Chloe watched Beca carefully as she seemed to shrink into herself a little.

“Becs...” Chloe could feel anger swelling inside her again but she swallowed hard against it, “Is- is that the first time he’s hurt you?”

“Um...” Chloe could feel Beca’s hand starting to shake in hers as she squeezed it a little tighter, “No. No it’s not. But he doesn’t mean it, it’s only when he’s drunk or I’m being a dick, I-”

“Stop.” Chloe got up and moved next to Beca, gently guiding her head up so that Beca was looking at her, “Don’t do that Becs. Don’t make excuses for him. It’s not okay. It’s never okay to hurt someone, especially not someone you supposedly love. You don’t deserve this, do you understand me?”

Beca’s eyes filled with tears as she nodded softly, all but falling into Chloe’s arms she started to sob. Chloe squeezed her eyes shut as she held Beca tight in her arms, stroking her hair as she ignored the pain in her hand. How could she have missed this? How could she not have seen that Beca was in so much pain, and so scared of the person that was supposed to love her more than anything? 

“You’re okay.” Chloe mumbled into her hair, “I’ve got you Beca. You’re okay now I promise.”

“I- I don’t want to see him again.” Beca sobbed, clinging to Chloe a little, “He- he’ll twist it and make me feel stupid, and like it was my fault and- and I’ll go back to him, I know I will, I don’t-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Chloe could tell Beca was starting to spiral as she held her a little tighter, “I won’t let him get anywhere near you. Me and the Bellas, we’ll make sure he doesn’t get to be around you at any time okay? Do you want to go to the police about him?”

“No.” Beca shook her head, wincing as it hurt her bruised neck, “No I just want it to be over Chlo, I don’t want to drag it out in public, I don’t want everyone knowing that I’m weak...”

“You’re not weak.” Chloe shook her head, “You’re not Beca, this doesn’t make you weak, it makes him weak. He thinks with fists, he thinks it’s okay to use his size and his strength against you, that makes him weak.”

“I- I’m sorry.” Beca mumbled as she turned a little in Chloe’s arms, taking her injured hand gently in hers, “That looks really sore.”

“It’s okay.” Chloe smiled softly, her fingers running a slow and gentle rhythm, “It’s not your fault. And I’m pretty sure that blood is his not mine...”

Beca chuckled softly, “You’re kind of badass Beale, you know that?”

“I do.” Chloe beamed, feeling Beca start to relax in her arms.

“Thank you.” Beca mumbled after a few minutes, “I- I think you saved my life tonight Chlo. I’ve never seen him like that... I was- I was terrified.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” Chloe reassured her, rocking Beca a little as she started to cry again, “I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat Becs. I won’t let anyone hurt you okay? Not ever.”

Beca said nothing as she curled up smaller in Chloe’s arms, head resting in the nape of her neck as she sniveled, her heart hurting as well as her head and her wrist. This was all so fucked up, how had she let herself get into this position?

And yet, as Chloe rocked her gently and shushed her, fingers running through her hair, Beca knew on some level that things would be okay eventually.

#pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfic #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #fanfiction #my fic #anon #ask meme things #drabble: bechloe #31 days angst challenge #31doa: day four #tw: abuse

[anwiel13]

@tinnike 31 days idol challenge

Paul's edition

Day nine - favorite music video outfit. I tough this one is going to be easy, but them I started watching all official videos again. This one! No, that one! Or maybe the other one... They have such amazing outfits in their videos.

But in the end, my favorite one is this cyber look from Angst. It is kind of personal. My friends and I, we have cyber post apocalyptic festival and this is how it looks like. Neon, UV, cyber masks, dystopian clothes. So, I was absolutely excited to see them like this.

Photos found on Rammstein instagram

This dirty, cheeky, mischievous little dwarf stole my heart many years ago. He looks absolutely amazing in this outfit, plus it has many small details. I also like how they went beyond with the black painting, the story how very next day they had to fly to another country, still pretty much covered with it, make my still laugh.

Screenshots from Sonne making of (which is my favorite making of, it gave us so many amazing moments)

This outfit suits Paul so much. He looked so stunning in it. It has so many amazing details, Adieu inscription, pins, scarf, facial tattoo and also I love fact that he has his own shoes, which we can see in many photos from his everyday life. He looks just perfect.

Screenshots from Adieu video

Feeling B - Space Race as bonus =D Look at these babies!

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Oliver's challenge @derwahnsinn

Schneider's challenge @cynoodn

Richard's challenge @kitthefox

Till's challenge @singfurmich

Flake's challenge me =)

#paul landers #31 days idol challenge #angst mv #sonne mv #adieu mv

[massivedrickhead]

28. Nightmares

Some more angst from the angst challenge!

I don't know if this is any good but I finished it so figured I'd post it.

Goes without saying, but this one is dark and angsty so go in at your own risk.

Trigger warnings: abuse, kidnapping, blood

Read on AO3

“Hey,” he said. His voice was warm and kind, and it roused Beca from sleep. “I made breakfast.”

Beca blinked awake, a hand coming up to rub at the headache that was constantly pushing at the backs of her eyes. 

“It’s going to get cold,” he said. He pulled back the sheet of their bed and held out a hand for her to take. He was smiling, but that did nothing to comfort Beca. 

She took his hand and he helped her stand and make the short walk from the bed to the table.

The heavy clunk of the chain hitting the ground as she moved no longer made her jump the way it once had. 

At the table was a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. A mug of coffee sitting beside it, steam still curling upwards. 

At one time in her life, Beca had hated eggs. 

Pain shot up her back as she took a seat at the table, but she was careful not to let it show on her face. 

He sat beside her, took her hand in his, and bowed his head in a moment of silent prayer. 

Beca did the same, afraid of what would happen if he caught her not doing it. 

He squeezed her hand when he was done, and smiled at her again.

“Dig in,” he said. 

She gave a tight-lipped smile and scooped the egg onto the toast with slightly shaking hands. 

She wasn’t allowed a knife or fork. That would be too risky. 

Beca didn’t know his name. Didn’t know where he had come from, or why he had picked her. She didn’t even know how long she’d been here.

All she remembered was accepting a drink from a bearded stranger in a bar. 

The next thing she knew, she was waking up in the trunk of a car. 

The days - at least she thought it was days - that followed were a haze, but eventually, they reached what he had called their ‘forever home.’

A tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere.

He had attached a bulky, heavy, metal cuff to her ankle, and chained it to the bed. She had enough length on the chain to reach the kitchen table and the bathroom, but that was as far as it went. 

She learned quickly not to speak and not to fight back. 

He was so much stronger than her, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. 

She didn’t remember when she had given up hope that someone would find her. 

“Eat up,” he said, watching her. She was still looking down at the now cold egg balanced on the dry toast. The thought of eating it made her feel sick. She felt the atmosphere in the room shift. “Eat it. I bought it. I cooked it. You need to eat it.”

She swallowed and opened her mouth to take a bite, and in that split second his hand grabbed her wrist and forced the food into her mouth. She choked as the edge of the toast hit the back of her throat, and her eyes widened in shock as started to cough. 

His hand clamped over her mouth so she couldn’t spit it out. 

“Don’t you dare,” he growled, his grip tightening. “Eat it.”

Beca’s eyes watered as she started to choke. She couldn’t swallow. She couldn’t breathe. She clawed at the back of his hand, and just when she thought she was about to choke to death, he let her go with a look of disgust.

She coughed and gagged and vomited across the table. 

“Why do you have to make this so hard?” He asked like he genuinely couldn’t believe she’d just done that. Like it really was her fault. 

She wanted to apologise. She wanted to say she hadn’t meant to be wasteful or ungrateful, it was just that she wasn’t hungry. Her headache was making her feel nauseous and she hadn’t felt like eating. 

But she couldn’t. Somewhere over the past few months, her voice had died. She’d been too scared to use it, and now it felt like it was gone for good. 

He placed a gentle hand on her cheek, and his thumb brushed just under the bruise on her cheekbone. 

He was smiling at her again. Like the outburst had never happened. 

“Go lie down, if you aren’t feeling well,” he said. “I’ll clean up.”

Beca’s arms shook as placed her hands on the table and got unsteadily to her feet. She gingerly made her way over to the bed, but before she reached it, her leg was pulled backwards with such force that Beca fell and hit her head on the metal bar of their bed. 

Groaning, she rolled over and saw him holding the chain attached to her ankle in his hand. 

“Actually, I think it might be time,” he said. “I think we’re probably done here, don’t you?”

Beca’s eyes widened and she shook her head frantically. 

“If it’s any consolation, you’ve lasted way longer than any of my other girls did,” he said. “I thought you might make it to a year, but I guess not. Nine months is a pretty good attempt.”

She tried to scramble away from him, but he just shook his head sadly. 

“You aren’t fun anymore,” he said. “And I don’t really find you that attractive now, no offence. There’s a new girl I keep seeing at the grocery store. I think I’d like to bring her here.”

Beca started crying, still shaking her head. She tried to hit his hands as they pulled her closer to him, but he seemed to hardly feel it. 

“It won’t hurt,” he said. “I’ll be gentle. You’ve been my favourite so far, I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”

He placed his knees on either side of her, so he was sitting on top of her, trapping her beneath him. 

She saw the flash of his knife and started to struggle harder. 

“P-Please,” she sobbed, feeling his crushing weight against her, “please.”

He seemed surprised. She hasn’t spoken a word in close to six months now. 

“Huh,” he said. “Well, see, you just made it interesting again.”

“Don’t kill me,” Beca said, “I’ll,” she swallowed, her voice getting stuck in her throat again, “I’ll do whatever you want.”

He rolled his eyes and put the knife down beside them. “Never mind. I forgot how ‘pleady’ you were.” He flexed his hands slightly. “This will be more fun for me though.” And then his hands went around her neck and tightened. 

“Beca!”

Beca struggled, clawed, and fought. 

Her head was throbbing as the pressure built. Her heart was pounding against her chest and her lungs were screaming for air.

“Beca, wake up!”

She didn’t want to die. 

Not here. Not like this. 

Her hand fell away from his, as her strength started to leave her. 

That’s when she felt the knife he’d forgotten to move out of the way. 

“Bec, it’s just a nightmare, please wake up!“

Beca jolted upright, almost colliding with the person who had been hovering at her bedside. 

Her throat was sore, and her head ached, but she realised the weight pressing against her stomach was gone. 

She scrambled away from this new person, and her hands went up to her throat, checking to see if his hands were still wrapped around it. 

A light was flicked on, and Beca saw Chloe standing there, concern written across her face, tears in her eyes. 

“You’re okay,” Chloe said, not wanting to get any closer. “He’s gone. He’s gone, and he can’t hurt you or anyone else ever again.”

Beca swallowed and let out a shaky breath. 

It had felt so real. 

Her hand went automatically to her ankle, and she rubbed it against the broken and bruised skin. She felt the familiar bite of pain, and she knew she wasn’t dreaming now. The cuff was gone. The chain was gone. 

He was gone. 

“Take another deep breath,” Chloe said, watching as Beca’s glassy eyes kept darting around the room. 

Beca did, and she tried to force the wave of fear back down into the pit of her stomach.

Her hands were tingling and her chest was tight, so she closed her eyes and took another deep breath. 

Chloe’s heart broke as she watched her best friend struggle to pull herself back together.

They’d found Beca three weeks ago, walking down a highway, miles and miles away from where she’d last been seen in Barden.

They’d found her walking barefoot, wearing nothing but a dirty t-shirt and underwear.

She was glassy-eyed and bruised and covered in blood. So much blood. As if a bucket of it had been tipped over her.

She was picked up by the police, who asked her questions she couldn’t answer. She wrote down her name with shaking hands, followed by the word ‘hospital’ before she collapsed in the interview room.

The police called Beca’s dad, who called Chloe, and they both got the next flight out.

When they reached the hospital, they brought them to see Beca, who was heavily sedated and looked worse than Chloe could have imagined.

Her neck was so bruised it had gone beyond purple. They’d cleaned off the blood, and Chloe could see the multitude of bruises on her arms. 

She was so thin. So pale. So small.

When Beca woke up, the doctor told her that considerable damage had been done to her throat and vocal cords. 

They told her they didn’t know when she’d be able to speak again.

Or even if she’d be able to speak again.

When the police came to speak to her, they asked her to tell them everything she could remember about where she was and who she’d been with.

She wrote it all down. Hands shaking, tears stinging her eyes.

Chloe had sat beside her. Watching as she wrote, her heart breaking with every new sentence.

It took a few days for the police to find the cabin.

To find him.

He was lying where Beca had left him, his throat slit, and the knife sticking out of his chest for good measure.

They found the length of chain and the heavy cuff which had been opened by the key Beca found in his pocket.

They saw the mess on the table, the overturned chairs, and the bloody footprints that led away from the cabin.

They found the cellar.

They found what was left of another five missing girls.

Back in her room, Beca looked at Chloe with pleading in her eyes. Eyes that were still red from the blood vessels that had burst when he was choking her.

Beca wanted Chloe to fix it. To take away the pain and fear.

She lifted her hand, reaching out for Chloe, hoping she would understand what she needed.

Chloe did. 

Chloe always did.

She climbed up onto the bed and Beca curled into her side.

“I’ve got you,” she said. “You’re safe.”

Beca cried against her, sharp, painful noises were the only sounds she could make.

“You’re okay,” Chloe said, pressing a kiss to the top of Beca’s head. 

Beca’s sobs started to die down, and Chloe loosened her arms from around her.

“Do you want me to go?”

Beca shook her head, her hand gripping the fabric of Chloe’s shirt.

“Okay,” Chloe said. “Everything’s okay.”

#31 day angst challenge #bechloe #bechloe angst #angst #angst prompt #trigger warning abuse #trigger warning kidnapping #trigger warning blood #tw abuse #tw kidnapping #tw blood #bechloe fanfiction #bechloe fanfic #bechloe fic #no matter the timeline

[angstober]

Welcome to another year of Angstober! We're delighted to unveil the prompts for this year of angsty, spooky fun.

What is Angstober?

Angstober is a yearly October challenge with 31 angst-themed prompts to inspire you to create. The challenge is open to all sorts of creative work - writing, art, edits, whatever you want - in whatever medium you want. Original work or fanworks? Whatever you feel inspired for!

How do I take part?

Tag your works with #angstober2023 and the day of the prompt (e.g., #day 01) to share on tumblr. Feel free to @ us directly in the post as well! To share your work on AO3, add it to the Angstober 2023 collection.

You can post your works whenever - early or late - and use as many or as few prompts as you feel inspired for! We'll do our best to reblog as many works to the @angstober blog as we can.

Is there a banner to post my work with?

Absolutely!

Anything else?

Nope. Happy Angsting!

Angstober 2023 Prompt List:

Honorbound

Anxiety

A Dangerous Gamble

"I want to believe you."

Dried and Cracked

"What's wrong?"

Attacked

Dark Days

The Catch

Can't Go Home

Beyond Recognition

On Your Own

From Childhood

What You Swore To Destroy

Lessons in Failure

Wake Up Call

Weakness

"But I love you."

Look Away

Just Breathe

Can't Save Everyone

Grasp

Crimes of Passion

Taught You Better

Tired of Fighting

The Day I Lost You

System Collapse

Face the Consequences

Almost

Full Circle

Won't Forget

#angstober #angstober 2023 #angstober2023 #writing challenge #october 2023 #art challenge #prompts #it's time! it's happening! #text under cut

[mechanicalbride16]

Day 1: Favorite Song

I'm really sorry, but i can't choose between these 2 🥲

#31 days rammstein challenge #day 1: fave songs #angst #spiel mit mir #too tired to explain why shdjsjdjdj i might do that tomorrow instead

[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

#whump community