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Febuwhump collab alt day - “I love you”
And here’s the last febuwhump fic (...on the 27 of March lol. what can I say, I get easily distracted).
This one was suggested by @webhead3345, and it’s really more hurt/comfort then anything, but after the last one some comfort is probably nice XD I hope you enjoy it!
And thanks to everyone who suggested characters/prompts for these! I appreciate you all so much <3
Today’s lovely art (coming soon)
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Having six kids could be a challenge sometimes, Malon was willing to admit.
It would be difficult enough normally, but with five of them having superpowers, two being adopted, and all of them rambunctious boys who sometimes forgot their house was on the small side... it could be a lot sometimes.
But Malon always did her best, and Time along with her. Even when it got overwhelming, even when they disagreed, even through the sleepless nights and stress and fear and countless other worries from essentially living underground, they both tried their hardest to raise their kids well, and keep them safe and happy. Malon could only hope they were succeeding.
Especially in regards to their two adopted boys.
Hyrule and Wild had both been through such awful things, both due to factors they couldn’t control. It wasn’t always obvious, and they were both so strong for their ages, but sometimes the scars that had been left on them both reared their ugly heads, and one or the both of them would fall apart for a bit.
Malon always tried to pay attention and help when one or the other of them was stuck in a bad period. She had plenty of practice with Wild, and usually knew how to comfort him, but Hyrule could be a bit of a mystery still. She was still figuring out what tended to set him off, how he acted when he was upset, how his reactions tended to differ from Wild’s, and most of all, how to help.
And at the moment, she was at a bit of a loss as to what to do.
Hyrule had been acting quieter then normal recently, fading to the background of the typical chaos his brothers brought with them. He mostly just nodded if someone asked him something, and seemed a little more distant, taking longer to respond to things, and keeping to himself.
Malon wouldn’t have worried too much about most of that, but then she noticed the shadowed circles appear under his eyes, ones that only seemed to get darker with every passing day. It soon became obvious Hyrule wasn’t getting nearly enough sleep with the way he began to stumble around, and Malon’s worry doubled.
And then Wild started to act in a similar way, unusually quiet and withdrawn, tired-looking and cranky, and that really got her worried.
Malon just wasn’t sure how to go about getting to the root of the problem. Wild and Hyrule were both tight-lipped when things bothered them, and got defensive if pushed, and Malon knew a direct confrontation could be disastrous. She’d tried some light prodding, but hadn’t been successful in the slightest.
She could guess what it was that was bothering the two of course, and had a pretty good idea of what it might be, but she also didn’t want to assume and end up making things worse. Time didn’t have any ideas either when she discussed the problem with him, but he’d been swamped at work lately, and was barely thinking straight.
So Malon was left to try and figure out the problem mostly by herself, her worry growing by the day.
It finally reached the point where it was affecting her own sleep, and Malon found herself startled awake late one night after a week had gone by from the start of her sons’ odd behavior, and found herself completely unable to fall back asleep.
Time was snoring softly beside her, and Malon laid there for a while, trying to let the sound lull her back to sleep. She didn’t have any luck though, her brain too full, her mind too awake. She finally sighed, getting nowhere, and carefully slipped out of bed and pulled on her bathrobe. She made sure not to disturb Time at all, then walked down to the kitchen to try making herself a cup of tea.
The kettle didn’t take long to heat, and Malon yawned as she set her tea to steeping, walking into the living room with it to sit and wait for it to finish.
Then stopped in her tracks, realizing she wasn’t alone.
Malon hadn’t noticed on her way in, but there were two odd lumps huddled on the couch, both quiet and still. She stepped closer to study them, and realized one was Hyrule, wrapped tight in a blanket and staring silently at the ground.
He wasn’t the only there either, but whoever it was beside him was bundled up so tightly that Malon had no idea who it even was.
She could certainly guess though.
Worry crested over her, and she set down her cup, walking forward and shuffling her feet just a little to make sure Hyrule heard her coming. He startled a little anyway when he noticed her, but didn’t shield or run, just went back to staring at the floor.
The lump next to him shifted a little, and Malon saw a strand of long blond hair fall free of the blanket.
“Hyrule? Wild?” she asked gently, and Hyrule swallowed, wiping his sleeve across his eyes. Wild didn’t move. “It’s awful late you two, what are you doing down here?”
Hyrule didn’t look at her.
“Sorry, it’s nothing,” he whispered.
“If it was nothing, you both wouldn’t be out here and not in your beds,” Malon gently pointed out, sitting down on the couch beside them both. “What’s eatin’ you?”
Hyrule kept looking at his feet, a few sniffles escaping him.
“I-I, we just can’t sleep,” he whispered, not meeting her eyes. “That’s all.”
“That’s all?” Malon asked gently. Hyrule gave her a tiny shrug. “Well... is there a particular reason you two can’t sleep?”
Hyrule went silent.
The lump at his side shifted, and Wild poked his head out, Hyrule moving so he was more tucked against his side then before.
“...bad dreams,” Wild whispered after a few minutes, voice shaky. “‘Rulie too.”
Malon’s heart sank.
“Both of you?” she asked worriedly, and Wild nodded, rubbing at the shadows under his eyes.
“Sorry,” Hyrule whispered even more quietly.
“Honey, you don’t need to apologize,” Malon said, and turned so she could meet his eyes. “Neither of you do, it’s okay. Do you want to talk about them?” she asked in a softer voice.
Wild shook his head, and Hyrule shrank down in his blanket.
“No.”
Worry prickled at her, but Malon nodded, and didn’t say anything for a moment, Hyrule still letting out an occasional sniffle. Wild shifted where he was curled up again, and somehow he and Hyrule ended up snuggled against Malon, Wild’s head in her lap, Hyrule’s resting on her arm.
A shuddering sigh escaped Wild, and Malon ran a hand over his head, fingers ghosting past his scars.
She let out a quiet sigh of her own, looking at them both. She’d finally gotten the answer to what was bothering them (and had been bothering them), but she felt no better knowing the reason.
The nightmares must have been especially bad as of late.
Malon adjusted Hyrule’s blanket, continuing to run her hand over Wild’s head. She dearly wished she she could take away what was troubling them both, and let them get a full night’s sleep for once, but unfortunately that wasn’t a power she possessed.
Malon wished it all the same though.
Hyrule sniffled again, and Malon shifted her arm so it was resting around him, loose enough he wouldn’t be nervous, but tight enough to offer comfort. He leaned into it, and Malon ran her hand over his hair as well.
“Mom?” Wild whispered after a bit, and Malon hummed questioningly. “Why’re you awake too?”
“Did we wake you up?” Hyrule asked worriedly, and Malon shook her head.
“No sweetie, you didn’t. I just couldn’t sleep either,” she admitted, and Wild peered up at her, worry shining in his eyes.
“...was it cause of nightmares?” he asked softly, and Malon ran her hand over his head again.
“No, not tonight. But... sometimes I have them.”
“...What about?”
Malon sighed, thinking for a moment before she spoke. Wild and Hyrule certainly didn’t need to know everything about nightmares she’d had, especially the worst ones, but maybe a few details would help them feel better.
“Well... I worry about you boys, and your father. All sorts of things, really. And sometimes my dreams take my worries and just twist them up and make them worse then they really are. It’s hard,” she said gently, “to remember they’re not real sometimes.”
Her boys seemed to think about that for a minute, both staying quiet.
“...Mine’re like that,” Hyrule whispered. “With the mostly real things.”
“I never remember mine,” Wild admitted, voice still shaky. “Just... just how bad they were.”
“Oh boys,” Malon said softly, and Hyrule sniffled again, hiding his face in her arm.
She’d thought the ache in her chest couldn’t get any worse, but apparently it could, and Malon held both of them tighter, running a soothing hand across both their heads. Hyrule and Wild relaxed at the motion, and Malon kept it up, beginning to softly hum.
She couldn’t take her sons’ bad dreams away. And she couldn’t take away the memories that brought them on, and continued to plague them even afterwards. But she could comfort them now, let them know everything was okay and that they weren’t alone, no matter what their nightmares tried to tell them.
Not on my watch, she thought as she continued to hold them tight.
Wild and Hyrule’s eyes began to droop as she hummed her family’s song, and Malon watched as they both slowly nodded off, still snuggled tight against her.
After several minutes, both were soundly asleep, faces relaxed from the tension that had been there before. A part of Malon wanted to just stay here with them all night, but she knew her back wouldn’t like it if she slept upright on a couch, and they’d all be more comfortable in their own beds. So once she was sure they were both asleep, she shifted Wild and Hyrule around, careful not to wake them. Then Malon pulled them both up into her arms, standing and walking back to their rooms.
Despite her efforts not to jostle them, both Hyrule and Wild’s eyes blinked open as she moved, and they watched her walk up the stairs, barely awake.
“You can carry us both?” Wild murmured doubtfully, and Malon smiled as she easily reached the top of the stairs.
“Darlin’ I’ve lifted cows twice your size before, this is nothing.”
Hyrule giggled. “Really?”
“Really.”
Hyrule and Wild both let out sleepy giggles at that, and Hyrule set his head back against her shoulder, eyes slipping closed.
Malon dropped Wild off first, setting him down in his bed and attempting to fix his blankets. Somehow they’d gotten all tangled around and folded in on themselves, and it took her a moment to straighten them out enough to tuck Wild in.
“Goodnight hon. Sleep well,” she said softly.
“You too,” Wild mumbled sleepily, and curled up under his blankets.
Malon gave him a kiss, and noticed a furry head poking up from Twilight’s bed, blue eyes shining at her. She put a finger to her lips, then carried Hyrule out of the room, hearing pawsteps cross the floor after she was gone.
She brought Hyrule to the room he shared with Four and Wind, stepping lightly so as not to wake anyone. Malon set him down once she crossed the room to his end, and tucked him in like she’d done for Wild, adjusting his blankets around him, and fetching the stuffed rabbit he usually slept with that had fallen halfway under the bed.
Hyrule watched her sleepily the whole time, still clinging stubbornly to consciousness. Malon lingered a moment even after she finished getting him settled, running a hand over his head, and Hyrule relaxed into the touch.
“Goodnight honey,” she said softly as his eyes finally drifted shut, and she stood and began to walk out the door.
“...Mom?”
The whisper made her pause, and she looked back at Hyrule, his eyes open again.
“Yes sweetheart?”
Hyrule blinked sleepily, barely hanging on to wakefulness, but Malon heard his next whisper loud and clear.
“...Love you.”
Malon looked at him in astonishment, warmth blooming in her middle at the sound of the words from her son. She blinked back a bit of a sting in her eyes, then walked back over to Hyrule, smiling at him.
“I love you too honey,” she said softly, and kissed the top of his head. “Sleep well.”
Hyrule smiled back at her, and his eyes closed again, Malon knowing he was truly asleep this time.
She adjusted his blankets just a little more, then straightened and crept out of the room, back to her own bed. The anxiety and tightness that had been keeping her awake had finally settled, and her eyes felt heavy as she slipped back to where she and Time slept.
“...Everything alright?” Time whispered as she got back into bed, looking at her sleepily. “You’ve been gone a while, I was about to come looking for you."
Malon smiled as she got under the covers, and nestled up to Time with a sleepy sigh.
“Yes. Everything’s fine,” she replied, setting her head under his. “Nothing to worry about.”
And something to celebrate, she thought as she closed her eyes, Hyrule’s whisper still warming her heart.
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febuwhump · 3 months
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FEBUWHUMP 2024 PROMPT LIST
this year's prompts were chosen through a suggestion poll (in which we recevied 2,281 prompts) and a subsequent vote, where over 1,000 people voted for their favourites. the top 29 make up the core prompts, and a mixture of the next most popular - and this blog's personal favourites - have become the alternates
i’m so excited to see what you all create with these prompts, and hope they’re inspiring enough to trigger a whole month’s worth of creativity for you! if you have any questions, please check out the blog's faq before sending an ask, or check out the previously asked questions on the blog!
please note: this year, notifying the blog of completionist status will happen through a google form that will be released closer to the end of febuwhump.
full write-up of prompts and rules under the cut:
FEBUWHUMP 2024 PROMPTS:
DAY 1: helpless
DAY 2: solitary confinement
DAY 3: "bite down on this"
DAY 4: obedience
DAY 5: rope burns
DAY 6: "you lied to me"
DAY 7: suffering in silence
DAY 8: "why won't it stop?"
DAY 9: bees
DAY 10: killing in self defence
DAY 11: time loop
DAY 12: semi-conscious
DAY 13: "you weren't supposed to get hurt"
DAY 14: blood-stained tiles
DAY 15: "who did this to you?"
DAY 16: came back wrong
DAY 17: hostage situation
DAY 18: too weak to move
DAY 19: "please don't"
DAY 20: truth serum
DAY 21: unresponsive
DAY 22: "you weren't meant to be there"
DAY 23: presumed dead
DAY 24: "i'm doing this because i care about you"
DAY 25: waterboarding
DAY 26: "help them"
DAY 27: left for dead
DAY 28: "no... not like this"
DAY 29: not allowed to die
ALTERNATE PROMPTS:
is there a specific day’s prompt you don’t want to fill? here are ten alternatives you can switch them out for!
ALT 1: human shield
ALT 2: "i love you"
ALT 3: found footage
ALT 4: human weapon
ALT 5: cpr
ALT 6: immortality
ALT 7: last words
ALT 8: killing game
ALT 9: lightning strike
ALT 10: last man standing
RULES:
SOFT RULES:
prompts should be answered in the form of whump
creators can produce whatever kind of media they want
you don’t have to complete all the prompts! you can create however much you want to
you can use the prompts after the event ends and can complete them in tandem with any other event
you can post on any platform you want, however this blog will only be sharing those posted on tumblr
if you want to be featured on the hall of fame then you have until the 3rd of March to inform this blog that you completed all the days
if you have questions consult the faq before asking
HARD RULES: (specifically for being featured on the blog)
when uploading febuwhump content to tumblr, please use the tags:
febuwhump (i’ll also be checking febuwhump2024)
the relevant day’s tag e.g. febuwhumpday1, febuwhumpday2…
nsfw (if relevant)
and any trigger warnings that may be important!
you can also tag the blog, @febuwhump
i cannot guarantee your work will be archived on the blog because I have no idea how many participants there will be. a random selection of works tagged in accordance to the rules above will be reblogged every day of february.
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cupcakeslushie · 1 month
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Febuwhump Day 17: Hostage Situation
The first faces Donnie sees in days, when that wretched helmet finally comes off, belong to his brothers. But before the relief can really take hold, he registers the words playing through the speakers…..
“—just too much trouble to come for you. You understand, right Donnie? You got yourself captured. You can get yourself out.”
“I have to say, the quiet has been nice! Much easier to relax without you around.”
“Who knows, maybe you’ll fit in better with the Purple Dragons! They can get more use out of you than we ever could!”
Part 1 || Part 2
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la-sera · 1 month
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I Read too much LU Febuwhump
So, can I draw a whump?
This just happens to match the Febuwhump 2024 prompt day 19: Please don't.
Characters: Legend and Hyrule.
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WARNING
TW blood, knife, human sacrifice
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Just consider this a nightmare.
Why I like making Hyrule apologize and Legend cry..?
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Doodlin
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linecrosser · 2 months
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Febwhump 2024 - Day 6 - "You lied to me"
There is an empty space where there should be someone.
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frosteaart · 2 months
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febuwhump day2: solitary confinement - leo trapped in the prison dimension
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kabie-whump · 1 month
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♡ Febuwhump Day 18: Too Weak to Move ♡
@febuwhump
Content: Intimate whumper, hand feeding, captivity, hair pulling
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"I'm back~" Whumper sings as they enter Whumpee's cell, a tray of simple food in hand. "Time to eat."
Whumpee says nothing, but Whumper pays it no mind.
"Brought you good stuff today, dearest. You were so well behaved yesterday I figured you deserve it. Real fruit and everything."
Still nothing as Whumper sits cross-legged on the floor in front of Whumpee. Whumpee is slumped against a wall, chin tucked to their chest, barely noticable shivers wracking their bruised body.
"What, nothing to say? Giving me the silent treatment?"
Silence from Whumpee save for quiet shuddering breaths.
"Rude."
Whumper moves in close, grabbing Whumpee's hair and yanking their head back. They stare at Whumper with half lidded eyes, a faint whimper escaping their throat, but otherwise they don't move a muscle.
"Oh. Did I play too rough yesterday? Do you need me to feed you?”
Whumpee still says nothing, but Whumper can see the flash of distain in their tired eyes. Oh, they hate that idea. Perfect.
"Don't worry, love, I'll take good care of you. Now open up."
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luci-in-trenchcoats · 1 month
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Febuwhump - Day 19
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Pairing: Dean x reader
Prompt: "Please don't."
Warnings: language, angst, fight
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Dean didn’t say a word while you packed. He didn’t say a word as you carried one and then two duffel bags out to your car. He didn’t even say a word when you picked up the last bag and headed for the garage.
“Please don’t.” You stopped momentarily in the hallway before continuing forward. “Y/N. You’re really going to leave just like that?”
“You told me to go so I’m gone.” Footsteps followed behind you, Dean grabbing your arm and stopping you. You turned your head over your shoulder, Dean’s head tilted. “You did this. Not me.”
“I know,” he said, his grip loosening. He swallowed, pausing a beat. “I’m not a good boyfriend. I am a dick on hunts. I know how I am and I hate it. I hate being afraid so I get scared and I don’t want anyone to know I am so I get mad. I’m so tired of being mad, Y/N.”
You looked down, his hand sliding down to find yours, interlacing your fingers. 
“Please give me one more chance. It’s not fair for me to learn to change with you. You deserve a better version of me. Give me a chance to get there. But I understand if you can’t do that.”
You still stared at your hands, closing your eyes with a sigh. “You can’t shut me out Dean. Not this time. Understand?”
“Understood.”
“Good. Now help me bring this stuff inside.”
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nartothelar · 1 year
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wound
- febuwhump - day 5: “that’s gonna scar”
- ingo’s main priority was defusing the situation and not causing panic
- nothing vital was hit
- ingo was gifted 3 baskets of fruit and numerous cards from passengers at GS and the depot agents
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linkiscool333 · 14 days
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@la-sera @across-violet-skies
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Link on ao3 should work, here is @hyah-lian beautiful work if not.
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maggie-atwood · 1 month
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Bloody Hands
@febuwhump Day 15: “Who did this to you?”
Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV)
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Era: Prison (S3)
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: injuries, blood, guns, suggestion of attempted SA (by description of injuries), explicit language
A/N: This was my original idea for a long term Daryl x Reader fic that I ended up not writing. It’s a little dark - please read with care.
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It’s dark in the woods. Thank god, you think as you lay back against a fallen tree, using the cover of the darkness to hide. You let your body rest but fear keeps your mind alert. There’s no sounds except for the rustle of leaves in the wind and the chirping of crickets. This puts your mind at ease. Until you hear the snapping of a twig.
You’re on your feet in seconds. They found me. Crouching, you peek over your log, straining your eyes to see through the dark trees. At first you don’t see anything, but you don’t relax. That sound was definitely from a footstep, so you continue watching the spaces between the nearby trees. Then you see it.
A solitary figure moves through the woods almost silently. Your grip on your knife tightens as you watch the person navigate the trees as if it were broad daylight. Glancing around, you don’t see or hear anyone else; he’s alone. So you decide to follow.
Climbing out from your hiding place, you follow the person, staying a few trees back, out of harm’s reach. Fear tightens your throat. Like his hands did, you think but you quickly shake the thought away. You can’t focus on that or you’ll freeze up. You won’t be able to strike.
The figure stops walking, and you quickly jump behind the nearest tree. Trying to keep your breaths quiet, you count to ten before peering around the trunk. The person is crouching now, like they’re inspecting something on the forest floor. You hear a low grumble, and it sounds like the man - it has to be - is talking to himself. Now’s your chance.
You creep up behind the figure, silently, before reaching forward. You grab a fistful of his hair and yank back, pressing your knife to his throat. 
“Don’t move,” you whisper into his ear.
“Wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he murmurs in response. Before you can respond, he hits your knife hand away from his through, ducks out of your grasp, and turns on you, aiming a crossbow right at your chest. “Hands up,” he spits at you.
Resigned, you raise your hands slowly, but don’t let go of the knife.
“Who are you?” he asks.
You don’t answer. Without dropping his crossbow, he fishes a flashlight out of his pocket and shines it directly in your face.
“Asked you a question. Who are you?” he asks again, stepping closer.
You still don’t answer. This strange man - not who you expected to find - is no joke. You can’t see him clearly around the beam of the flashlight, but you can see the crossbow and the muscular arms that hold it up. You can hear the gruffness of his voice; this man is dangerous.
That’s why you’re surprised when he lowers the bow.
“You alone?” he asks, his voice a little less harsh but you wouldn’t exactly call it polite either.
Against your better judgment, you nod. 
“Got a camp nearby?”
You shake your head. “Not anymore,” you answer bitterly.
“Why?” he shoots back.
You don’t answer again. You can feel the man’s stare, and it feels as if he can look right into your soul. You swallow nervously. What does he see when he looks at me?
“You hurt?” His question surprises you.
You nod. You’re not sure why you’re being honest, but it feels like the best thing to do in this scenario.
The flashlight lowers to the ground. “I’m with a group. We got a camp not far from here,” he explains quickly. “We can help ya, but I gotta make sure yer not a threat first.”
“O-okay,” you stutter out, surprised at the turn this conversation has taken. You both were ready to kill each other a few minutes ago, and now this strange man is offering to help you?
“How many walkers you killed?” he asks.
You shrug again. “A bunch.”
“How many people you killed?”
Your chest tightens. How are you supposed to answer this? What is the right answer? He might kill you on the spot, regardless of what you say.
“How many?” he asks again, stepping even closer. You can see his crossbow lifting again.
“One,” you say so low, you’re surprised he heard it.
“Why?” he demands.
You don’t answer. You just lift your chin to meet his gaze, which you can just barely make out in the dark. He raises the light back up to your face and makes to ask you again, but the sound catches in his through as he sees the answer written all over you.
The beam of the flashlight highlights your busted lip, then dips down to your throat wrapped with the purple bruises in the shapes of handprints. Dropping even further, it focuses on the tear in the front of your shirt and the specks of blood on the white fabric. 
“Who did this t’ you?” he asks, anger lacing the question. Before you can even answer, he spits out another one. “Did you get them?”
“Just one,” you answer quietly.
He grunts. “They close?”
When you nod in response, his voice grows darker. “Show me.”
From the safety of the treeline, you and the man - you still don’t know his name - look over your old camp. Around the small campfire in the middle of the road, three men sit, while another stands several feet away, on watch. There’s a bloody heap not far away. Right where you left it.
“That bitch!” one of the men is nearly shouting. You flinch at the word. “After all we do for her, this is how she repays us? By killing Lenny?”
“Lower your voice,” one of the other men snaps. “You don’t know who or what’s around.” 
“I hope it’s her,” the first guy continues. “When I get my hands on her, I swear I-”
But he doesn’t get to finish his sentence as a bolt pierces his shoulder, knocking him off of the log he was sitting on.
The man with you jumps up from your hiding place, reloading his crossbow. Before any of the other men can react, he shoots another one through the neck. The sound of the man choking on his own blood is sickening, but it also wakes you up.
You follow your new companion, walking into the middle of the camp.
“Oh shit, it’s h-” the last man around the campfire starts to say, but you slash your knife across his throat. He brings a hand up to cover the wound, but blood pours out from between his fingers. Hearing another bolt cut through the air behind you, you take the time to watch the man sputter before falling backwards off of his seat. Standing over him, you watch him twitch on the ground until he stills.
A thud draws your attention. You turn, and find the strange man from the words kneeling over the last man, landing punch after punch on his face.
“You think-” Punch. “s’ alright-” Punch. “to hurt-” Punch. “women?” Punch. 
“No!” the man cries out in between the blows. “You don’t understand-”
“There ain’t nothing to understand!” your companion yells in his face. “Just cuz the world’s gone to shit doesn’t mean you can do whateva the hell you want!” He lands another punch. 
Shaking his hand out, he turns to look at you. “You wanna do it, or want me to?” he asks, pulling a handgun from his waistband and holding it out to you.
Slowly, you step forward and take the gun from his hands. You’ve never held a gun before. He must be able to tell because he reaches over and flicks what must be the safety off. Standing, he moves away, giving you space. 
You stand over the man on the ground. His face is bloody and swollen, but you can just make out his eyes, wide with fear, bits of orange from the fire flickering in his tears.
“I’m sorry,” he moans out. “I didn’t mean it, it was Len-” The rest of his sentence is drowned out by the firing of the gun and the bullet landing between his eyes.
You don’t move. You don’t even lower the gun. You just stand and stare, watching the blood leak out of the wound.
Behind you, you can hear the man from the woods rifling through the meager supplies around the camp. He stops by each of the bodies and you hear the quiet slide of a knife through flesh.
“This yers?” he asks you, holding out a small purple backpack. You take the bag with your free hand, and slide it onto your shoulders. Realizing you're still holding his gun, you hold it out to him. “Hang on to it,” he says, heaving the rest of the bags onto his shoulders. 
Nodding, you look around at your old camp, your old group, the ones who tried to hurt you, and you let out a deep sigh, like a heavy weight being lifted off of your shoulders.
The man clears his throat. “I’m Daryl,” he says, extending a hand to you. Taking it, you tell him your name. “Ready to go?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you answer.
Daryl nods, then the two of you head back into the woods, still holding bloody hands.
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febuwhump · 1 year
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FEBUWHUMP 2023 IS HERE!
the prompts this year were chosen through a suggestion poll and subsequent vote, where over 350 people voted for their favourites. the top 28 make up the core prompts, and a mixture of the next most popular and this blog’s personal favourites have become the alternatives!
i’m so excited to see what you all create with these prompts, and hope they’re inspiring enough to trigger a whole month’s worth of creativity for you! if you have any questions, make sure to check out the blog’s FAQ, or check out the previously asked questions on the blog before sending one of your own!
please note: this year, notifying the blog of completionist status will happen through a google form that will be released closer to the end of febuwhump.
full write-up of prompts and rules under the cut:
FEBUWHUMP 2023 PROMPTS:
DAY 1: touchstarved
DAY 2: flinching
DAY 3: muzzled
DAY 4: knife to the throat
DAY 5: "that's gonna scar"
DAY 6: secrets revealed
DAY 7: made to watch
DAY 8: panic
DAY 9: voice loss
DAY 10: difficulty breathing
DAY 11: fever
DAY 12: "can you hear me?"
DAY 13: forced to hurt a loved one
DAY 14: captivity
DAY 15: self-sacrifice
DAY 16: semi-conscious
DAY 17: silent tears
DAY 18: can't stay awake
DAY 19: "you deserve this"
DAY 20: knife wound
DAY 21: shackled
DAY 22: can't scream
DAY 23: "you'll have to go through me"
DAY 24: bloody clothes
DAY 25: assumed dead
DAY 26: forced to choose
DAY 27: survivor's guilt
DAY 28: "you're safe now"
SWITCH-OUT PROMPTS:
is there a specific day’s prompt you don’t want to fill? here are ten alternatives you can switch them out for!
ALT 1: rope burns
ALT 2: caged
ALT 3: soft words
ALT 4: experimentation
ALT 5: time loop
ALT 6: limp
ALT 7: immortality
ALT 8: found footage
ALT 9: natural disaster
ALT 10: inferno
RULES:
SOFT RULES:
prompts should be answered in the form of whump
creators can produce whatever kind of media they want
you don’t have to complete all the prompts! you can create however much you want to
you can use the prompts after the event ends
you can post on any platform you want, however this blog will only be sharing those posted on tumblr
if you want to be featured on the hall of fame then you have until the 3rd of March to inform this blog that you completed all the days
HARD RULES: (specifically for being featured on the blog)
when uploading febuwhump content to tumblr, please use the tags:
febuwhump (i’ll also be checking febuwhump2023)
the relevant day’s tag e.g. febuwhumpday1, febuwhumpday2…
nsfw (if relevant)
and any trigger warnings that may be important!
you can also tag the blog, @febuwhump
i cannot guarantee your work will be archived on the blog because I have no idea how many participants there will be. a random selection of works tagged in accordance to the rules above will be reblogged every day of february.
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cupcakeslushie · 2 months
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Febuwhump Day 9: Bees “Human” Weapon
“Weapon? I have a whole arsenal now!”
I figured I would continue this prompt! Next
Poor Jace is off camera peeing his pants. Like Kendra wasn’t scary enough before she brainwashed a 3-D printer for any weapon imaginable.
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teejaystumbles · 2 months
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Febuwhump Day 1 - Helpless
I christened one of my new sketchbooks and did more traditional painting then I've done in years - so glad I did! 😊
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hurtmyfavsthanks · 1 month
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Febuwhump Day 12: Semi-conscious
Content warning: Delirious whumpee
They found Whumpee in the hospital parking lot, curled up in the backseat of an empty car.
It was unbelievable how far they'd gotten. With no shoes, a system addled with enough painkillers to leave someone twice their size seeing stars, and fresh stitches in their stomach, Whumpee had managed to avoid a dozen nurses and sneak out undetected. Nobody had even realized they were gone until Caretaker had come to visit them. The entire hospital had been in a panic looking for them ever since. 
If Caretaker hadn't just spent the last half hour frantically looking for them, they might've been impressed.
Carefully, Caretaker approached the side opposite Whumpee, knocking gently on the glass in hopes of not starting them. Whumpee flinched hard, eyes darting to the source of the noise. For a long moment they stared, pupils blown so wide their eyes looked black. They kept staring, even as their shoulders slumped, fear in their eyes consumed by a hazy listlessness once more. They didn’t move to get out of the car.
Consequences of barging into a stranger's car be damned, Caretaker opened the car door and slipped inside, scooting close to Whumpee. Whumpee simply watched then. 
They looked Whumpee over, sagging in relief when they saw that, beyond a few smugges on their hospital gown, they were unharmed beyond their previous injuries.
Whumpee didn’t speak, only stared with glassy eyes. Caretaker broke the silence. 
"So," they started, trying to sound casual. "Why'd you leave the hospital?"
Whumpee’s gaze slides off of Caretaker, unfocusing. “I…It was…bad in there,” their words were slow and trailing, as if they were struggling to follow their own train of thought. “They wanna hurt me.”
Caretaker reached over and took hold of Whumpee’s hand, rubbing circles into bruised knuckles. They gave the hand a squeeze, silently urging Whumpee to calm down ."Hun, everything's okay, you're just a little confused right now. The doctors want to help you, and they can't do that if you run away."
Whumpee only shook their head. The movement, it seemed, was too much for them to handle. They slowly tilted to the side, body slumping to rest limply against Caretaker’s side, head still faintly shaking. They let out a pathetic whine.
Caretaker had no idea how they’d managed to escape the hospital in their state. Gently, they moved Whumpee’s head to rest more comfortably on their shoulder, using their free hand to text a message confirming they’d found Whumpee in one piece. 
They looked over to Whumpee, slumped limply onto their shoulder. They were bruised and battered, eyes clouded and unfocused, but they were alive. They were safe, and if it took them time to realize it, then Caretaker would give them that time. 
"We'll stay in here until you're ready, okay?"
Whumpee murmured something in response, eyes fluttering shut. 
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