#day22

[the-little-moment]

Angstpril Day 22: Little One

Prompt: Drained

Words: 745

Summary: When everything becomes too much, Cadet Hunter, his brothers, and their favorite doctor help Tech through a meltdown.

Senna straightened from her computer in shock when the small clone burst into her office, dark curls escaping from his bandana. 

“It’s Tech,” Hunter panted, looking like he’d run all the way. “There’s something wrong with him. Can you come?”

The doctor rose immediately to join him by the door, her unfinished forms forgotten. “Where is he?” She bent to meet the boy’s wild eyes. “Is he conscious, breathing?”

“Our barracks. Yes, it’s—it’s not like that.” The cadet’s face twisted in dismay, fingers tense and fidgeting at the hem of his tunic. “He—I couldn’t get him to come with me. Crosshair and Wrecker are watching him.”

“Come on then.”

Senna snatched her travel kit from the couch as Hunter practically fled her office, leading her out of the medbay and down the hall towards the cadet barracks, dodging past older clones who parted, wide-eyed for the doctor in his wake.  

Inside the boys’ room, she paused while her eyes adjusted to the dimness. “Over here!” Hunter beckoned from the edge of a bunk across the room where the object of his panic sat, knees to forehead, skinny arms wrapped tight around his legs. Wrecker and Crosshair were looking up at her with frightened eyes. They made room for the doctor on the bed beside their brother.

Senna lowered herself onto the bunk next to the young clone, setting her kit on the floor. “Tech, sweetheart, can you tell me what’s wrong?” He hadn’t moved as she’d sat down, not reacting at all to the sound of her voice. She looked him over for any obvious injuries.

“What happened?” She turned to the others.

Hunter bit his lip. “He just shut down like that. He was angry that he couldn’t get his pad to work and then he went all quiet. We didn’t…do so great in training today.” The last part was almost a whisper. 

“But he didn’t get hurt?”

“I don’t think so.” Senna could see frustrated tears building in the boy’s eyes as he tried to answer her questions. Behind him, Wrecker shook his head in fervent confirmation. Crosshair was quiet, eyes fixed on Tech.

She laid a hand on Hunter’s shoulder. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

“Tech?” Turning back to her patient, Senna lightly touched his arm, pulling away when he made a low moan. He suddenly began to rock back and forth on the bunk, pulling in an occasional gasping breath. As she watched, his grip on his sleeves grew alarmingly tight. 

Oh.

“Boys,” the doctor lowered her voice as she faced the others, “you’ve done a great job, but if you could go sit at the table, I think your brother could use some space.”

They obeyed, and Senna shifted to the other end of the mattress. “Sweetheart,” she murmured to the small cadet, “I’m right here. Everything is fine. You’re safe.” The lights are down, it’s quiet, just give him some time.

She leaned back against the wall, smiling calmly at the three brothers on the bench and continuing in the same soft voice, “We’re just gonna be quiet a little while for Tech, okay?”

Their heads bobbed earnestly.

Ten minutes passed while Senna willed herself to exude serenity. When a shaky sigh was heard, she turned back to Tech. He’d stopped his anxious movements, but his head was still buried in his arms. “Tech?”

“I’m sorry, Senna.” His thin voice was worn with exhaustion.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, little one. I understand.” She raised her hand, then paused, “Do you mind if I touch you?”

The boy unfolded, revealing a tear-stained face beneath his large goggles. Tech wiped his nose on his sleeve and shook his head, still not meeting her eyes. Senna touched his shoulder gently, pleased when he didn’t flinch. “It’s alright, dear.” She was surprised when he turned and pressed himself into her side, his forehead against her collarbone. His delicate hands were tucked between them and she sighed in relief as her arms came up to hold him. 

Senna stroked Tech’s soft, brown hair as his brothers made an apprehensive approach. Bolstered by the doctor’s smile and lifted arm, Wrecker immediately snuggled into her other side. Hunter took his place next to Tech, one small hand on his brother’s back, and Crosshair climbed onto the far end of the bed, not touching anyone, but still wanting to be close. 

“You boys did such a good job.” Senna sighed again as she let her eyes close, just for a bit, she told herself. Then she’d go back to those karking forms. “Thank you for helping me.”

This one was more whump or hurt/comfort than angst, but that's okay 😅. I love the little Batch so much, especially little Tech.

8 more days of Angstpril! 😳 As always, the rest of the fics from this collab can be found by following our hashtag, #littlekyberthoughts, and by visiting @kybercrystals94, @just-here-with-my-thoughts, and my blogs.

Happy reading. 😬

Taglist: @clonethirstingisreal @lightwise @freesia-writes

#angstpril2024 #day22 #drained #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #clone force 99 #the bad batch #star wars oc #dr divehdi #the little moment writes #tbb tech #tbb hunter #littlekyberthoughts

[kadiwright]

Day 22: Dinner Night

Prompt belongs to KatiAmel

A Hat in Time (C) Gears for Breakfast

Art (C) @kadiwright

#romanticuary2024 #katisromanticuaryprompt #day22 #dinner night #a hat in time #ahatintimefanart #a hat in time prince #queen vanessa #digitalart #myart #artist on tumblr

[kodalacar]

Heist 🔹️

#inktober 2022 #inktober #day22 #heist #arcane netflix #arcane powder #arcane vi #kodalacar #fanart

[artistoftales]

Alittle late but here is Day 22 Sokar #sokar #digitalart #godofcraftsmen #symbolofrebirth #eternalcycle #egyptianmythology #akhtober #egyptian #deities #drawing #mythology, #art #day22 #digitaldrawing #magic #pagan #witchcraft #illustration #simple #kemetic #firealpaca #artist #artistoninstagram #myart #dahkyarts #artistoftales #artistonig

#sokar #digitalart #godofcraftsmen #symbolofrebirth #eternalcycle #egyptianmythology #akhtober #egyptian #deities #drawing #mythology #art #day22 #digitaldrawing #magic #pagan #witchcraft #illustration #simple #kemetic #firealpaca #artist #artistoninstagram #myart #dahkyarts #artistoftales #artistonig

[possibility221]

Angstober 2023, Oct. 22 prompt: Grasp

Elementary episode: 7x13

#Elementary #Angstober2023 #day22 #grasp #joanlock #S7x13

[sarahculture]

Inktober day 22 "Scratchy"

You can tell it's getting closer to Halloween

#claws #vampire #day22 #inktober 2023 #inktober #ballpoint #30 day drawing challenge #drawing #traditional drawing #art #sarahculture

[boxthoughtsblog]

My Sky Today - October 22, 2023 6:13pm Hawaii Join the MY SKY TODAY project!

#myskytoday #2023 #October #DAY22 #TIME1800 #UTC0400DATE20231023 #Hawaii #USA #evening sky #subtle color #clouds #BoxThoughts

[astaldis]

@whumpril​

Chapters: 2/3    Words: 3,256 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Geralt of Rivia, Angoulême   Additional Tags: whumpster-dumpster's Whumpril 2024, chaos-company's Angstpril 2024, Head Injury, Blood and Injury, Spoilers for The Tower of the Swallow, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Has a Bad Time, swaying, Cry for help, Geralt's knee injury, Limping, Dizziness, Trust Issues, drained, panicked, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Whump

Summary: The fighting in Belhaven does not go well for Geralt and his companions. Cahir is injured and they have to flee. (The scene from The Tower of the Swallows chapter 6 told mostly from Cahir's POV, but also some Geralt POV.)

Inspired by Angstpril and Whumpril prompts.

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday1 #whumprilday6 #limp #dizziness #angstpril2024 #the witcher #fanfiction #day9 #day22 #day27 #trust issues #drained #panicked #Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach #geralt of rivia #angoulême #cahir #the witcher novels #the tower of the swallow #the witcher books #the hansa #the hanza #cahir whump #geralt whump

[theroguequeenaniki]

December Day 22: Stocking(s) 🎅🏻

#KimickaPhotoADay

Our stockings, plus the cats stockings, and our fireplace set up. 🥰 (Full disclosure I’ve already taken the books down b/c the cats kept knocking them over to sleep on the pillows lol XD) (Also, the pillows, the green ho ho ho one was made by my aunt & gifted to my mom, and the others were made by my mom) (Also, the giant bears name is Benjamín (Benji) lol)

#stockings #christmasdecor #christmastree #giantbear #christmaspillows #christmas #countdowntochristmas #day22 #december #december2023 #photo #photoaday #photoadaychallenge

#December Day 22: Stocking(s) 🎅🏻 #KimickaPhotoADay #stockings #christmasdecor #christmastree #giantbear #christmaspillows #christmas #countdowntochristmas #day22 #december #december2023 #photo #photoaday #photoadaychallenge

[black-opal-001]

@trigun98watchparty

In day 22 we have:"The beast":

Oh yes, bug thing.

Reference:

Someone was possesed by the Devil, i wonder who is that person.🤔

#tri98watchparty #trigun 98 #Day22 #I wonder if the kid is still concius.

[bogusboxed]

Boxtober - Day 22: “Theater Fourteen.”

Day 22: - Toby Rogers X GN!Reader “Who said this is a good idea?” X “Have you heard?”

-I do not own "Toby E. Rogers" and do not take credit for him.

-

TRIGGER WARNING(S): People being shitty and glamorizing terrible things!

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This was a bad idea. This was an incredibly stupid idea. But, here you were going right along with it. You just had the impulse to get away from your job and be normal for once. To feel the guilt of sneaking in somewhere like a teenager. To be stupid for once instead of cold-hearted and calculating. Just to forget it for a little while. Just to delay the inevitable for a few moments longer. So, here you were with your partner, Toby, holding his hand tightly as if he thought he’d lost you. It wasn’t the best idea on Tim and Brian’s part to put both of you on the same mission. And it also wasn’t in their best interest to do it either, but they figured you two could do this mission better than anyone else. So, after a long lecture, they allowed you two to go for it.

But, of course, you two loved to bend the rules a tad. He liked to start metaphoric fires, and you just added the metaphoric fuel. "We’re close," Toby muttered, holding your hand as you two sneaked through the mall secretly. You two made it seem like you were both a couple and nothing more. But it was difficult to blend in with everyone when your name was on the papers. And it wasn’t like Toby’s face was the most normal thing. He had a signature mouth rip with one of the largest stories to go along with it. Though it wasn’t half as bad as Jeff’s stupid face. That man could not step one foot into a public space without people screaming bloody murder.

You two waited until the guy at the counter switched out with someone to walk inside. It was relatively quiet due to it being a Wednesday. As you snuck in, following Toby close behind, you could feel him twitch in his hand as he instinctively fidgeted with your palm. You could hear the employees switching out as you two picked up the pace to get past the person who’d be checking your nonexistent tickets. As you both aggressively picked up the pace to get past the threshold, you could hear him hold his breath. Until you crossed the line. He exhaled, looking to his left and right before, looking toward you with a giant grin. Almost to say "Told you I could do it."

You smiled back at him, not caring about the security cameras knowing about the deed you’d both just committed. Though, in the meantime, both of you could get away from the underpaid employees and police. You two didn’t care if anyone saw you due to knowing the both of you would never return. And you didn’t mind firing back at the detectives who were onto you. But, you knew the higher proxies cared. You knew you’d hear from Kate and Tim the next time you showed your face, but you didn’t care at the time. Toby broke the comfortable silence as he tugged your sleeve toward the right. As you craned your head, you could see your target. You both lost them a while back due to getting distracted by the water fountain. You could feel yourself starting to walk toward the theater as Toby huffed but quickly joined. You know, Toby had a certain movie he wanted to view. Both of you knew that having this as an alibi would save you both. You’d tell them you merely just predicted it and that it was all a part of the master plan.

The figure entered theater fourteen, unconcerned about the two of you following. You both waited a moment, letting them go ahead before you entered. "Can't wait to see this movie, Tob-Thomas!" you said, smiling at Toby and letting him know you were blending in. "Ah, the movie we paid for—" he replied, trying his hardest. But, not picking up the social cue that he was hella suspicious. You could hear the expansive screen echo throughout the hallway. Whatever movie the person had chosen had already started. You tried to not question their weird timing as you both made it in. The theater is dark and cavernous, as rows of black leather seats fill the room, occasionally reflecting light due to the screen. A few seats had other couples with one or two families. But, overall, it's pretty isolated. Your target sat on the second-highest row. So naturally, you both climbed the steps to the highest seats, taking two right behind them. They didn’t seem to mind due to being sucked into the movie.

You hummed in content understanding as you looked at the rest of the row. Both of you choose to sit next to each other subconsciously. However, there were a couple of teenagers to your left. They seemed to notice your presence as you looked at Toby. He had been looking directly at the screen, but he looked almost taken aback by the flashing colors. As you direct your attention to the digital screen, you could see a gruesome screen of a man being slaughtered by a wildly disproportionate slasher. The movies entertained you, knowing full well that blood wasn’t that bright and killers didn’t look like that. The Killers looked like the rest of you and acted like the rest of us. That’s what made them scary, but it never seemed like Hollywood could get that message. You could see Toby visibly recoil as you yanked at his sleeve, tilting your head. It was interesting to know he wasn’t a big fan of gore, even when his job was literal murder.

A stupid scare came on screen as he jolted back, grabbing ahold of you. He held you tightly as he placed his face into the crease of your neck, hiding away from the screen. You wanted to tease him, but you knew you’d feel bad about it. So you sat there quietly rubbing his back, trying not to draw attention to the two of you. He seemed to melt and relax under your touch, understanding what you were physically saying. He pulled back from himself with a visible fluster on his face that he seemed to mentally pray you wouldn’t notice. It was cute to know he still got worked up on that stuff when he knew you two were together. He drew his attention carefully back to the screen as he settled upon seeing a more normal scene.

But, that's when you hear chatter come from your left. You tried to ignore it at first, only paying attention to the screen, Toby, and the target. But, you started to mentally hear major trigger words such as Toby. You looked at the squad to your left as discreetly as you could. You saw a group of friends staring at the screen, then laughing. "Hear me out." the feminine one with half-dyed blonde hair and natural dark brown hair muttered. As the others busted out laughing, saying things like "Stop" or "No way." A light brown hair with pink highlights sighed. "Your not wrong," they added, looking at the screen for a second. "All right, but what about her?" a feminine darker tone with black hair dyed with orange shades looked to the others for approval, and they all agreed to expect one.

"Okay what about real-life serial killers?!" the pale blonde muttered. They were closest to you, and it wasn’t hard to tell they weren’t paying attention. They were only scrolling on their phone. With their blue eyes occasionally glancing up at the screen. "What the fuck Emily?" the half-and-half muttered, calling them out. "But like-" Emily defended themselves but was dragged down by the others. "This is why we don’t invite you." The black-haired sighed, making disappointed eye contact with Emily. "Well, like the man who set the neighborhood on fire was hot as fuck." the blond exhaled. "He murdered his family-" the pink hair glanced blinking. "Yeah but, for a good reason and honestly if he was here I’d date him he’s so hot." Emily smiled as you could feel a small part of you die. "That Toby kid?" The half and half asked Emily. "Yeah, that was his name" the blondie smiled as the others did not seem entertained by the thought at all. "I loved his true crime episode. He’s so fine." Emily chuckled alone. "You're not quirky," the black-haired figure said, and the others seemed equally disgusted. “Haven’t you heard he’s been seen around with this other person” the blond pulled out their phone showing something to the others? They froze slightly glancing in your general direction.

You could physically feel your heart drop upon hearing the teens talk about Toby and now you. The man who was currently sitting right next to you. Your eyes made an involuntary glance at him. He wasn’t paying attention at all until you tapped him on the shoulder and made a hand sign indicating to look to the right. He instantly turned his gaze, and within moments, his jaw dropped upon hearing his name. "Should we leave?" you whispered. As he listened carefully to your words. He nodded quickly, not caring about your shared target anymore and just wanting out. You both slid out of your seats as you walked out of the buttery-scented room. As you two left, you could hear the argument between the teens' increase in volume. You mumbled, "what the fuck." under your breath as Toby agreed silently. As you left theater fourteen, you both looked at each other. He seemed to agree that your movie had been ruined by newfound trauma. "I-I-um." Toby was visibly uncomfortable and upset that someone would think that. Especially without knowing the entire story.

"Let’s not tell Tim about this." you looked to the ground in disbelief as he agreed. "Let’s go watch that other movie." you looked at Toby, who instantly had his mood raised as the two of you took an instant left to watch a more childish movie. To say the least, both of you came home way too late. And eventually, the blondie got under the operator’s radar and didn’t last very long. Though the higher proxies were upset, they just awkwardly accepted it upon getting the camera footage from Ben. In short, it was a bad idea, but you managed to flip it upside down and have fun.

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A/N: Don't be Emily! Emily sucks! (Fictional is acceptable to a certain level but, IRL is vile.)

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#fictober22 #flufftober2022 #day22 #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x y/n #toby erin rogers x reader #toby erin rogers x you #toby erin rogers x y/n #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #ticci toby x y/n

[kadiwright]

Day 22: Shackles

Prompt belongs to DarkDragonDeception on DA

Eddsworld (C) Edd Gould

Art (C) @kadiwright

#goretober2023 #day22 #shackles #eddsworld #saloonatics #eddsworld fanart #sheriff thompson #banditeduardo #digitalart #myart #artist on tumblr

[ssmonth23]

Day 22 ~ Confessions

#ssmonth23 #sasusaku #day22

[descendinginto-madness]

exhausted.

word count: 439

content warnings: mentions of self-destructive behavior, mentions of a character in a very bad state

summary: N/A

author's notes: well uh. at first i was like what if i kill someone for this prompt again, because i only knew i wanted to write about Welt, but then i decided nah. that's for day 26. :). and tomorrow is Emile again because they can't catch a break :3

“You look tired.”

Welt turns his head away from the parlor car's window, his gaze focusing on Himeko as she approaches him. He didn't hear her enter; only noticing her when she spoke. He can spot the concern on her face and it causes him to smile softly, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes. As much as he's trying to look like everything’s alright, he's also aware that the exhaustion he feels right now must be rather obvious - which Himeko has taken note of already, and the look in his eyes - almost empty.

“I'm fine,” he replies, though. He looks away, at the countless stars outside the Astral Express, and Himeko stops right next to him with a quiet sigh. He can feel her gaze on himself, but he doesn't move.

“You know I can tell that's not true,” she replies. “It’s late. You should go and rest.”

He sighs in response. 

“I'm fine,” he repeats, with a little more firmness in his voice now, but without anger. He could never get angry at her for worrying about him, even if he doesn't always appreciate it - or thinks there was no need for it. Right now, it's the former; especially since he's pretty sure he won't fall asleep anyway. There's way too much going on in his mind right now.

“I wouldn't be able to–”

He speaks again, but she interrupts him, placing a hand on his shoulder and causing him to finally look back at her.

“Welt.” Similarly to his, her voice carries no anger, but there's a bit more edge to it now, and it doesn't disappear as she goes on. “You’re not invincible. You need sleep, like everyone else.”

“I'm not tired.”

“Welt Yang.” It's almost a hiss now, she is suddenly much harsher, but he can't really blame her.

He'd much rather prefer it if she just let him be, though.

“If you're trying to punish yourself by neglecting yourself even more, then stop, right this instant.” She's annoyed at him, of course she is; he can hear it quite clearly. “What happened isn't your fault. It's not anyone's fault. And you can't act like it is. Please,” she adds, and the last word is spoken in a much softer way. “You look like you're about to collapse.”

He wants to argue with her but then he thinks of the fight they lost, of the Express’s infirmary, and of Dan Heng laying there, most likely still unconscious, and of the fact they aren't sure when he will even wake up, and suddenly all of his strength is gone.

Alright. He'll go rest.

He nods. 

divider by @/cafekitsune

#angstpril2024 #honkai star rail #fanfiction #day22 #drained #hsr #welt yang #himeko #tw self destructive behavior #tw health issues #dim writing ☁️

[logicgunn]

domaystic 22: s/o on the local news

On AO3

Written for @domaystic

Rodney stares at the scene unfolding in front of him. 

“Is that...?” 

“The Colonel?” says Bates. “Yes.” 

“What is he doing?” 

“I think that’s the Funky Chicken,” says Chuck. 

No one is pretending to work anymore; all eyes are fixed on the security screen where a granulated John is gyrating around in an open-backed hospital gown.  

“Is the Colonel twerking?” asks Miko, and no, he isn’t, but it looks like he's trying to, so Rodney radios Carson. 

“What can I do for you Rodney?”  

“You can start by retrieving John from Botany and then maybe finish by reviewing his meds?” 

#domaystic2023 #day22 #s/o on the local news #stargate atlantis #mcshep #sfw #drabble

[desyilmi]

Jika Kita Terhentikan Waktu

Ada masa... Sudut ruang favorit di rumah, tak lagi disapa tuannya. Halaman yang sering dipandang, tak lagi punya pendatang. Buku-buku yang biasa kita jamah, tak lagi menjadi tempat singgah.

Ada masa... Teman minum teh, tak lagi dapat banyak berceloteh. Anak-anak yang disayang, hanya dapat menatap semunya bayang. Lingkungan baik kita, sejenak menitihkan air mata. Mungkin itu yang akan terjadi ketika diri t’lah tiada?

Kehilangan adalah suatu niscaya. Dan kita, suatu saat akan menjadi alasan dari kehilangan itu. Setelahnya, kehidupan akan tetap berjalan. Manusia baik di sekeliling, akan beradaptasi dengan perasaan sedihnya. Kemudian melanjutkan aktivitas seperti biasa.

Namun kita... Saat ketiadaan menjemput, sudah siapkah? Bekal apa yang sudah digenggam? Sangkala waktu telah menghentikan langkah... Ada yang tak boleh terhenti, ialah amal baik kita. Mungkin karena itu, jadi ada istilah “amal jariyah”, yang tak terputus pahalanya meski raga t’lah tiada. 

Kemarin saya menemukan sebait pesan sahabat. Dulu ia kirim saat sedang menguatkan teman-teman dalam amanah. Dia berujar di kertas,

“Bahwa amalan kita sendiri, sesungguhnya tak akan cukup menembus surga Allah. Maka orientasi amal jariyah harus selalu ada. Entah dengan harta, pengetahuan, maupun waktu-waktu kita.”

Tulisan tersebut juga mengingatkan saya pada pesan Ustadz Riyadh. “Bangunlah monumen kebaikan di dunia. Agar ada yang tertinggal meskipun kita telah tiada,” begitu tutur beliau sambil bercerita tentang pesantren yang sedang dibangun. 

Kala itu terpikir, monumen kebaikan apa yang bisa kubangun di dunia? Sampai sekarang pun, jawabannya baru dikatakan harapan. Namun, harap harus tetap dilangitkan, bukan? Hadirnya monumen kebaikan itu, semoga Allah izinkan. Aamiin.

--------------------- Yogyakarta, 06/01/2023 | 23:54 WIB

#day22 #30dwcjilid40 #fighter30dwc #kebaikan #waktu #kehilangan