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Days 10 and 11 are on my ao3!

Here’s day 10

Here’s day 11

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No Febuwhump today :( I was out from 4am to 10pm I didn’t have time to make one I’m sorry :(

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The people have spoken! The votes (6 people which is more than I expected) have come in!!

I drew something it’s not the best and not that whump-y but I was on a time limit yall

Day 9-Bees

No ao3 link today folks!

Fandom-new life smp

Cw:bees in mouth may be a bit unsettling?

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Okay so for Prompt 9-Bees I have some ideas and thought I should leave it up to the people

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Day 8-why won’t it stop?

Just don’t read this one I promise you

Fandom-evo???

Cw:eyes, eye trama, sensory overload

Grian opens his eyes, every single one of them, gasping in pain from all the bright colours and angles he was staring at. There was so much . It was overwhelming, the amount he could see. It felt like he could see everything . Every little detail, every little thing, everywhere. The sights overwhelmed his mind. He quickly shut his eyes, holding his head in his hands, wincing at the incoming headache he could start to feel throbbing behind his forehead. He should be able to See without getting overwhelmed with everything. After all, wasn’t he a watcher? He pried his eyes open once again, shuddering at the onslaught of colors and shapes and angles and everything. Why won’t it stop? It was too much. It should’ve stopped. But it just won’t stop.

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The Sound of Suffocating Silence

Febuwhump day 7-suffering in silence

Fandom-hermitcraft

Summary-being in a quiet place for too long does something to the brain

Cw: Mentions of past abuse/torture, solitary confinement

Sequel to alone again (naturally) go read that one before this if you don’t want to be confused!

Ao3 link https://archiveofourown.org/works/53609179

Grian paces around the small room, the silence driving him insane. He thought it was bad with the Watchers. At least they would talk to him sometimes, no matter how rude they were to him. He doesn’t know the last time he talked to someone, he lost track of the days after the first few. There were no windows, no way to take track of time. The only time he knew there were people at all was when he would be fed. He wasn’t starved at all, wasn’t tortured, wasn’t forced to do anything he didn’t want to. It somehow felt worse than the Watchers, even if he was alone and trapped there. Perhaps it’s the knowledge that there were people there, perhaps it was the knowledge that no one trusted him, perhaps it’s the fact that his supposed best friend just left him trapped in here, this silent, empty, boring room. Perhaps with the Watchers his mind was occupied with pain, with thoughts of escape, with the sensory overload. He doesn’t know how he escaped the Watchers, and he doesn’t know how to escape this place. He would be freed one day, right? Or will he be stuck here the rest of his what could be immortal life, or being left behind when the Hermits will inventively leave for season seven.

Grian flopped down on the bed, sighing, breaking the suffocating silence of the cell, his wings spread out behind him. He sits up, humming to himself quietly as he brings his wings close to him, running his fingers through them as he starts preening them, the pile of colorful feathers slowly growing, as he worked his way on his wing, stopping when he eventually reached the soft downy feathers at the base of his wings, unable to reach them comfortably with his arms. At least the small activity kept his mind from wandering too much. He flopped back down, soon getting startled from a loud noise outside the metal door. It wasn’t time for food, he was just fed, unless he lost track of time again, which he did often in this place.

Grian stood up, giving his wings a shake before walking to the door, peering through the slit in the door, not expecting to see anything, like every other time he checked, getting startled by his friends face.

“Mumbo!” He exclaimed, his wings fluttering slightly, his voice slightly strained from misuse.

“Hi Grian. I’m not supposed to be talking to you because you” Mumbo paused. “You could brainwash me into letting you out”. He said sarcastically, adding finger quotes to the last statement. “Which I think is kind of pants by the way. But anyways, I’ve been pleading your case, and I think you might be getting let out soon. Hopefully. But don’t tell anyone I told you this.” He paused, hearing something nearby. “I’ve got to go now, before someone catches me talking to you, and once again, I’m so sorry Grian.” He said quietly, before running off.

The noise Mumbo heard was someone arriving with food, which Grian picked up at took to the bed, eating while taking in all the information he got. He might be freed out soon. He might be let out soon! He might actually get out of this silent room, this blank, dull, almost torturous place. Hopefully Mumbo could plead his case. Hopefully he could get out.

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Febuwhump Day 6- “You lied to me.”

Fandom- hermitcraft/life series

Sequel to presumably dead arm

Ao3 link

Grian opens his eyes, blinking the sleep away from them, first noticing that he was in Scar’s house, then noticing the throbbing pain in his left arm. He groaned, sitting up on the couch.

“Oh! Grian! You're awake!” Scar exclaimed, peeking his head out from the kitchen, taking a step into the doorframe. “Just in time for breakfast! How is your arm feeling by the way? I'll need to take a look at it after breakfast.” Scar rambled on, moving back into the kitchen.

Grian stands up from the couch, holding his arm lightly as he walks into the kitchen. The kitchen had a small dining room off to the left of it, where Scar was currently loading food onto plates. The dining room itself had floor to ceiling windows, every empty space covered in plants. “My arm has been better. By the way, what did you make? It smells delicious.” The kitchen did smell delicious, with a slightly sweet scent of freshly baked pastries .

“Well I’m so glad you asked! I made some waffles if that’s okay with you.” Scar said, setting the plates down on the table.

“Scar. When have I ever said no to waffles.” Grian sighed, pulling out his chair with a bit of a struggle, wincing slightly at the sound of the chair scraping against the wooden floor.

“Who knows, maybe the arrow affected your brain and made you hate waffles! Scar exclaimed, joining Grian at the table.

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“So. Why were you getting shot with arrows?” Scar asked, unwrapping Grian’s bandages, back in the living room, Grian sitting on the couch, his wings splayed out behind him.

“I may have stolen something from someone who got a bit mad…” He winced at his words, directing his gaze away from Scar.

“And who did you steal it from?” Scar asked cautiously, as he finished unwrapping Grian’s arm, dabbing more of the healing potion on it before re-wrapping it.

“I may have stolen from the Watchers…”He trailed off, directing his gaze at Scar as he watched his expression change.

“So you lied to me.” Scar said, his voice monotone and slightly cold.

“What?” Grian asked, slightly tilting his head in confusion.

He frowned. “You told me you weren’t in any more danger. You know how the Watchers get. As soon as you leave my house they might get right back at sending people to hunt you down, depending on what you stole. You’re lucky you got away safely this time.” Scar said seriously.

“I just didn’t want to worry you.” He said quietly, dipping his head slightly.

He sighed. “Grian, I know you don’t want to worry me, but I wish you just told me the truth at the start. What did you steal to make Them so mad anyways? He asked.

Grian grabbed his cloak off of the ground from last night, pulling out a small book from a pocket in the inside of the cloak. “Here you go!” He exclaimed, showing the book to Scar.

“You risked your life for a book?” He asked incredulously, grabbing the book to read the title, but not finding one.

“What can I say, it seemed interesting and I wanted to give it a read.” He paused for a moment. “Then maybe sell it? I really haven’t gotten that far.”

Scar sighed, handing the book back to Grian. “Go enjoy your book, I have stuff to do today. Just please don’t leave the house until I strengthen the wards?” He asked, turning away to go clean up the medical supplies.

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Febuwhump day 4-Alt prompt “I love you.”

Fandom-3rd life

Cw:Suicide, major character death, blood

Grian and scar must fight to the death

Written to be seen as romantic but if you want you can read it as platonic

Here’s the ao3 link if you would like to read it there

Grian takes a step into the cactus ring, the spikes threatening and imposing, the sand crushing softly under his feet. Taking a deep breath, Grian looks over, his gaze meeting Scar’s eyes as they both meet in the middle of the cactus ring. He pulls Scar into a hug, feeling Scars arm wrap around him. Scar pulls back after a bit, grabbing Grian’s hands into his own. Grian looks up into Scar’s eyes, red meeting red. Voices flooded into his head, telling Grian to fight, to kill Scar. Grian could tell Scar was struggling with the voices as well, as both of them tried to ignore the commands.

“Whatever happens, just know that I love you.” Grian spoke softly, tears trickling down his face. knowing he didn't have much more time until the voices became unbearable and he was forced to fight Scar.

“I love you too.” Scar replies, his voice slightly louder than Grian’s as he softly grabs Grian’s face in his hand, lightly wiping away the tears now streaming down Grian’s face. “Just know that wherever we are, whatever life or world we are in, I will always love you.” Scar confided with Grian, his tone soft, his voice almost a whisper. Scar drops his hand, taking a step back.

They back up from each other farther, the voices now screaming at Grian to fight, to kill, to win, casting a red haze over his vision.

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Grian lets out a sob, watching as Scar’s body collapses to the ground. He follows suit, collapsing to the ground, the sand scraping his hands slightly, blood trickling down from them. He pulls Scar’s body closer to him, holding Scar’s dead body, sobs shaking his body, tears streaming down face as Scar’s body slowly turns to dust, the particles joining the sand, leaving only blood stained sand in his wake. “I love you.” Grian murmurs, his mouth barely moving.

Grian looks down at his hands, to see them stained red, a mixture of his and Scar’s blood coating his hands in a sticky layer. He doesn't know how long he was sitting down on the sand, he only knows the voices have come back, louder than before, a cacophony of voices all yelling in his head. He won didn't he? Why was the game still going on? Then all the voices dimmed down a bit, as they all decided on one singular thing to be said. There is one more death to be had. Grian stands up, his legs shaky as he scans the area. Grian’s eyes catch on the cliff, as he slowly walks to the edge. After all, what does he have left in the place? He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as he steps off the cliff, feeling weightless, his hair billowing in the air. The weightlessness ends as soon as it begins, instead replaced by a sharp pain as Grian takes his final breath.

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Febuwhump day 3-Bite down on this

Fandom-hermitcraft/life series

Grian got shot with an arrow. Oops. At least scar can help patch him up.

Cw:Blood, injury, medical inaccuracies

If you would like to read on ao3

Grian runs through the dense underbrush, trying not to trip on any roots or rocks, panting heavily from the running as he hears an arrow whisk by his ear. His red cloak billows behind as he runs, the cloak keeping his wings hidden from sight. He hears another arrow coming from behind him, slightly dodging it as another one comes soon after. He didn’t hear the sound of the arrow by his ear, as instead he felt something digging into his arm, as sharp pain blossoms through it. He cursed under his breath, turning a different direction. I need to get to Scarhe thinks as he changes his path, his arm throbbing from pain, as he glances down on it, seeing the arrow still sticking out of his arm, blood trickling down from it. Nausea floods from him, quickly turning his gaze away from his arm. At least I lost them. He thinks as he at last comes into sight of Scar’s small cabin. The cabin itself was very well built, covered in plants that bring life to the small house. He barges through the door, using his uninjured arm to quickly open the door. He silently thanked scar for always keeping his dirt unlocked and having no care for his own personal safety.

“Scar?” Grian calls out, as he glances around the cabin for the man, his arm still singing in pain.

“Well hello there Grian!” Scar calls out, coming in from the kitchen.

“I need your help.” Grian said seriously, gesturing to his arm.

“What happened?” Scar asked, his voice laced with worry, taking a quick glance at Grian’s arm, before moving around looking for medical supplies. “Go sit down the couch.”

“Nothing that concerns you.” Grian spoke, his voice bitter and cold. He winced as he sat down on the couch, his arm jostled slightly by the movement.

Scar sighed softly, still searching for medical supplies. “You realize you can tell me anything, right Grian?” He asked, his voice soft.

“I know. I just don’t want to worry you.” He tried to curl up into a ball, moving his legs close to his chest and tried to wrap his arms around his legs, before remembering that he had an arrow sticking out of his arm and that it hurt to move it.

“Grian. Your safety is more important than my worries. If you are in danger you can tell me, okay.” Scar said, his voice stern but soft, turning to face Grian with medical supplies.

“I’m not in any danger.” he paused. “Not anymore at least.” Grian shifted his position to be sitting criss-crossed on the couch, removing his red cloak to show off his wings. He stands up to shake out his wings, then quickly sits back down, wincing in pain as his arm was jostled from the small movement..

“Are you ready?” Scar asks, moving closer to Grian, bandages in one hand and a healing potion in the other.

Grian nods, holding out his arm for Scar, the pain flaring up once again.

“Hang on, let me go grab something.” Scar says, running off to go grab something, coming back with a towel, Grian’s arm in the same place. “Bite down on this, it will help with the pain.

Grian grabs the towel, shoving it in his mouth as he closes his eyes, not wanting to see what Scar was about to do. He feels Scar grab his arm gently. He tries to scream, the towel dampening most of the sound,his teeth clenched tightly against the fabric, white hot pain flooding through his arm, his arm pounding as he opens his eyes to see the arrow gone, and in its place bright red blood flowing from the now gaping wound in his arm. Scar pays no attention to Grian opening his eyes, muttering under his breath as he soaks another towel with the healing potion, gently wiping on the edge of the wound with the towel. Grian gasps with the sensation, the towel in his mouth making it hard for him to make noise. the healing potion reliving a bit of the pain. Scar then wraps Grian’s arm with the bandages, before gently dropping Grian’s arm.

“That should hold for now.” Scar mutters, cleaning up the remains of the supplies.

Grian spits out the towel, before blinking tiredly at Scar. “Thank you for helping me.” He says sleepily, shifting to go lie down on the couch. “I think I’ll sleep for a while.” Grian said softly, closing his eyes to fall asleep.

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Febuwhump day Two- solitary confinement

Fandom-Hermitcraft

Cw:Panic, solitary confinement

Summary-Grian woke up in hermitcraft in a small room. At least the food is good.

If you would prefer to read on ao3

Grian woke up to the sound of people talking, confused as to where he was. He sat up, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes, before taking a glance at his surroundings. He was in a small white room, with a bed with white sheets and a pillow he was currently sitting on. The mattress wasn’t the most comfortable, but it was better than sleeping on the floor. There was a toilet and a small sink in the corner, which he grimaced at. In the front of the room, there was an iron door with a slit in it, just large enough for him to be able to stick his hand in, if he tried, and at eye level, and a small flap at the bottom of the door, no larger than his head. Grian stood out of the bed slowly, his muscles aching from the small motion, shaking his wings out, bright feathers fluttering softly to the floor. At least they aren't tied up or clipped, Grian thought, grimacing at the thought of the damage that would cause to his wings.

“Hello?” He called out, walking to the door slowly with a slight limp, glancing through the slit in the door.

“Oh! You're awake!” a familiar voice called out, coming into view on the slip of the door.

“Mumbo?!” Grain exclaimed. “Where am I? Why am I here? What is this place? Why am I here?” He asked quickly, saying everything in a single breath, starting to panic, his wings fluttering slightly.

“Take a deep breath, Grian. You're safe here.” He spoke softly, trying not to panic Grian anymore than he already is.

“But where is here?!” Grian asked, panicking even more, his wings now fluffed up as he paced around the small room he was in, if he could even call it a room.

Mumbo sighed softly. “You're on Hermitcraft season 6.” He replied, talking in the same tone as before.

“But how did I get here? The last thing I remember”-he paused, taking a breath before starting again, his voice softer. “The last thing I remember was trying to escape from Them. I don't know how I managed to get through the firewall, I just know I was panicked and tried to end up in a place where I would be safe. I guess I ended up in Hermitcraft. I just remember crash landing in a grassy field before passing out, then I woke up here. Why am I here by the way?” He asks, his voice shuddering slightly, facing the door once more as he stopped pacing halfway through speaking.

“Grian, you're here because the others don't trust you. I'm the only one here who knows you -or knew you-, and I haven't seen you in years. They don't know if you are safe to be around. I tried to tell the others you would never hurt them, I really did. Void, I'm such a spoon, I should have tried harder, I know, I'm so sorry about this. I mean, you breached through our firewalls, they don't know how dangerous you are. I'm so sorry, Grian.” He slid a bowl of soup through the door, with a piece of bread, before walking away, shaking slightly.

“Mumbo! Wait!” Grian called out, bowl of soup in one hand and bread in the other.

He sighs sitting down on the bed, eating the soup, savoring the slightly salty taste of the broth, before eating the bread, expecting it to be stale but finding it to be soft and fresh. “At least the food is good.” He muttered, before sitting there, waiting. For something, anything. But nobody came, nothing happened. He was alone again, and trapped. It reminded him of the Watchers, honestly. The way he was alone, only with his thoughts, the way he couldn't escape. He didn't even know how he got here for voids sake, how was he supposed to get out of this room. He didn't know how long he would be here, he didn't know how long its been, he didn't know what time it was. There were so many things he didn't know, and that scared him. And the fact that he was trapped, and that he was alone once again.

Sometime in his thoughts he fell asleep, the small bed uncomfortable with his wings. Only waking up to the sound of a quiet sound, opening his eyes to find another piece of bread and shiny red apple on a plate, with a glass of water next to it. How long has it been? He thought, walking to the door to pick up the food, glancing through the slit in the door but seeing nothing but a grey hallway. He sits back on the bed, the bread tasting the same as the other piece, the apple fresh and juicy.

“Mumbo?” Grian called out on a whim, not thinking he would get an answer but still hoping for one. His call was only met in silence. He shuddered softly, his wings making a quiet rustling sound, the only other sound in the room other than the sound of his heart pounding his chest and the faint hum of electricity. He really was alone again, naturally. After all, It's how he always ends up. Alone, and trapped.

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Febuwhump Day one-Helpless

Fandom-3rd life

Summary-Jimmy has had to watch all his friends die, now it’s down to the final two

Cw-depictions of blood and injuries, character death

Here’s the AO3 link if you would prefer to read it there

This game is cruel, he thinks, forcing him to witness his friends first have fun without him, then forcing him to watch them die and lose their final life, unable to help his friends in any way. He doesn't know if anyone else is forced to spectate, or if only he is subjected to what he feels is akin to torture.

Jimmy comes to the realization that there are now two people left. Grian and Scar. Two allies, having to fight to the death. He feels helpless to do anything to help in any way as he watches them tread to the desert, heading to a ring of cactus that would soon be one of the two's final resting place. They take off their armor, throwing it in a pile carelessly with their swords and shields, leaving only their fists to fight with.

He was helpless to stop them, helpless to do anything. He almost feels empty as he watches Grian and Scar start to fight to the death. The amount of times he had to watch his friends fight each other and die bloody deaths have chipped away at his mind, leaving only a feeling of helplessness and emptiness in its wake.

He watches as Grian lands the final hit on Scar, Scar’s now lifeless body tumbling to the ground, his body hitting the sand with a soft thud, Grian close behind, holding his friend gently in his arms as Scar’s body slowly disappears, his blood staining the sand and Grian’s hands a deep red.

In the end, they all leave this world in the same way, quietly and leaving without a trace but the blood they left behind.

Jimmy was but a mere spectator, unable to do anything. It was some form of torture he thinks, as he had to watch his friends die over and over and over again as he just has to be there, watching, helpless to do anything to stop the pain and suffering his friends we going through.

And then there was one. Grian won the game, so why wasn't the game ending? It dawned upon Jimmy that there was still one more death to go, one more life to be lost, one more of his friends losing their final life in this place they once called a game. He watches in horror as Grian slowly trudges his way to the end of the cliff, glancing up at the sky before looking down the cliff. Jimmy came to realize what Grian was about to do, and for what felt like the thousandth time, helplessness flooded his veins as Grian jumped from the cliff, his body hitting the sand with a thud, the same way Scar’s body fell when he died. the final life was lost. At least the game is finally over, Jimmy thinks to himself as his vision fades to black, as Grian’s body poofs and joins the sand in the desert.