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[whumpinthepot]

@febuwhump 2025. Day 27. Alt 10. Feeding Tube.

Oc’s Demitas and Carter belong to @frogkingdom

[stolenglow]

Star fall eyes by stolenglow

Astarion/Cazador (Baldur's Gate) ✦ 2k ✦ @febuwhump alt 10: feeding tube

also for @badthingshappenbingo prompt: comatose

So why is it that you lie here before me, so cold and unresponsive, so utterly still? Why do you not wake, Astarion? How do you refuse me, even now, even when I have given everything to save you?

Summary: After a devastating attack leaves Astarion near death, Cazador stops at nothing to save him.

pov first person, pov cazador szarr, tw medical abuse, non-consensual kissing

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[luciousx310]

After fighting through hell in the tournament, it's only natural the group is being immediately sent to the hospital, even if the Collector doesn't want them to. What you would expect is several injuries. You wouldn't expect the group to all be starving, since it seems like they all collectively forgot about eating. And two of them have lost weight at an alarming rate, though their injuries seem to be healing faster than the others. This seems to be a side effect of "Dragon's Blood", which the two apparently received to help treat some more severe injuries.

Coal would be absolutely exhausted. His body finally able to calm down after day after day of terror and fighting and fear. His sava markings completely washed off either by the tournament or before treatment, he doesn't remember. He doesn't remember how they got to the hospital after someone won the tournament, the victor lost to his mind as well, but at least his companions are here in this unfamiliar place. He won't admit he's glad to see they're alright, since he was knocked out of the running before all of them, or maybe he already said so in his haze? Everything's a blur.

[mimsiical]

Febuwhump Alternate Prompt #10: Inferno

Warnings: Minor character death, discussions of clone decommissioning and reconditioning, moral dilemmas

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Not everyone could be saved.

Fox knew this. His command team knew this. It was something they’d all agreed upon at the start of their venture into insubordination. They would save as many of their siblings as they could from the grasp of court marshaling.

Courts martial were expected to have certain results. For the more severe end, decommissioning. In the most complex of cases, they transferred the accused off to a full military tribunal. Fox tried to avoid that outcome, if at all possible. Nothing good happened to a clone in prison.

For most cases, the long term outcomes were demotion, reassignment, and so forth. However, the first step was almost always returning to Kamino for remedial training. Lots of clones were sent for remedial training if they stepped too far out of line. It was hardly commonplace, but nobody batted an eye over it either.

Why should they? Remedial training was just that — difficult, humiliating, miserable, sure, but none of that was foreign to a clone. There was nothing unknown to fear. If there were any whispers otherwise, everyone knew reconditioning was little more than a story to scare gullible cadets into better behavior. Any worries to the contrary were swiftly silenced.

“Scanning ident chip,” reported Sergeant Paper, who wielded the handheld scanner with long practice. He scanned the deceased’s arm. “CT-389-7732.” He then held the scanner out so Fox could check the numbers.

“Confirmed,” Fox said crisply. “Go ahead, Sergeant.”

Paper slid the body tray into the wall, taking the sight of the nude body of CT-389-7732 with it. “Lop,” he called over his shoulder. “Initiate incineration process.”

“Yes, sir,” said the trooper at the desk. “Initiating.”

One of Fox’s many responsibilities as Commander of the Guard was to serve on the panel of judges at a court martial, along with one of his high rank subordinates — usually Stone or Captain Thire, but it varied. During the hearing, they could usually gauge the clone’s personality, whether they would listen to their explanations, how likely it was that they would follow the strict rules Fox applied to all the troopers they snuck off the decommissioning lineup. Most clones were none too fond of the Guard for voting decom instead of a few weeks on Kamino. That was fine. What mattered was whether they would believe that reconditioning was real, when faced with the evidence of it.

“Incineration complete, sir.”

If they refused to believe that reconditioning was real, or protested the necessity of keeping their survival quiet, or seemed likely to desert entirely at first opportunity (and thereby put the whole operation at risk if caught) — well. There was little the Guard could do at that point.

Ultimately, it was Fox’s responsibility to carry out the sentence.

With a curt acknowledgement, Fox turned on his heel and left the room. He had many more things to do before the day was done, and it did no good to dwell on practicalities that he had found no way around.

[tiamat-zx]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series), The Legend of Vox Machina (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keyleth & Korrin (Critical Role), Keyleth & Vilya | Viridian, Keyleth/Vax'ildan (Critical Role) Characters: Keyleth (Critical Role), Korrin (Critical Role), Vilya | Viridian Additional Tags: Febuwhump 2023, Febuwhumpalt10, Inferno - Freeform, POV Keyleth (Critical Role), The Fire Plane, Episode: s02e05 Pass Through Fire (Legend of Vox Machina), Fire Powers, Elemental Magic, wild shape Series: Part 10 of Febuwhump 2023 Stories Summary:

“Flame cannot live without air, and we are Air Ashari, are we not? We were made to pass through fire.” — @febuwhump 2023 Day 10: ALT 10 - Inferno

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With Season 2 having concluded, might as well write this. A revisiting of Keyleth conquering her fear.

[lonely-harts]

Febuwhump- Day Twenty: Black Eye (alt 10 used)

Content warnings for this chapter: Bullying, sexism, queer/homophobia, homophobic slurs, queer used as a slur, fighting, ableism, physical parental abuse implied

Jonty sat huddled in a little alcove, his eyes looking right, then left and back to his book. His mother said her father, his grandfather, wrote it but not many were printed. It was a fascinating book, in much more detail than some silly fairy tales like his father said they were. It was like science! Jonty’s mother said that her side of the family had a clever skill, they could sense others from a hidden realm.

But if the other boys spotted me, thought Jonty. They would call me a girl even more.

Jonty bit his lip thinking about what started it all, crying to himself in the locker room when someone said James Dean had died. Was he your sweetheart? Did you want to kiss him? they said when they found him in there and forced the matter out of him. No wonder you’re bad at sports. My dad says all puffs are bad at them, David had said. Is that why you cried about it when we stole your blazer? Girlie wants to look pretty for school! said Sammy, making those kissing lips.

“Hey Jonty, are you reading about how to talk to boys? You’re a big girl now, you need to be ready for the school dance!” giggled David, with Sammy and their friends joining in. David lead the group and marched down the corridor towards Jonty. Jonty rushed to put his book away, but Sammy sprinted ahead and snatched the book out of his hand.

“Good one, Sammy,” cheered David, clapping Sammy on the back.

“Give it back!” protested Jonty, leaping to his feet.

But Sammy, the tallest in the class, held it up high and everyone just sniggered as Jonty tried to jump for it.

“Must be awfully important,” David said in a mocking, overly sweetened tone.

David and Sammy looked at the book while the other boys in the group made a wall between them and Jonty.

“Please, it was written by my grandad!” pleaded Jonty. He pulled at some of the boys’ arms to part them, but they easily pushed him back into the corridor wall. Jonty fell to the floor, and a jolt of pain went up his arm, running through it like jolts of electricity.

“Aww, grandaddy’s book!” teased David, flicking through it. Then he looked at Sammy who looked back at him. They burst into loud laughter, making the other boys turn to see.

“Fairies!” David wheezed between fits of laughter. 

“I guess you were wrong, David,” began Sammy.

“Oh?” replied David.

“Jonty isn’t a big girl, he’s a little one!”

Everyone howled with laughter as Jonty struggled back to his feet. “Give it back,” Jonty tried again.

“Or what? You’ll tell mummy after school?” David laughed, closing the book and tucking it under his arm. “I know you don’t even have the courage to snitch at school. You’re a puff, a fairy, with a book on fairies.”

“Shut up!” cried Jonty, his fists balling.

“Oooh, I’m really scared, guys,” mocked David, pretending to shake. “The queer thinks he’s scary.”

“I said shut up!” yelled Jonty, as his fist flew straight at David’s eye.

Wham! And it hit true, right at David’s eye. He stumbled backwards a little, his arms flailing in the air and then he fell. As did Jonty’s book, its pages all splayed out.

The rest of the group turned and looked at Jonty, circling like sharks.

Jonty bounced up and down like he had seen boxers do. “You want some of this?” he threatened, lunging at some of the smaller boys. “Huh? I will!”

One of them went to move away, but the anger in Jonty was too much and he slammed his fist into their cheek. His fist burned with pain, but Jonty didn’t care. They won’t call me a girl or puff or queer anymore.

The boy rubbed his cheek and ran off, as did the others, all except Sammy.

“Alright then,” said Sammy, backing into the corridor wall. “You’re not a girl, you’re crazy, some mad man. You’re psycho, they’re going to lock you up.”

Jonty put one hand by Sammy’s head and bared his teeth as he pulled back his fist to strike. Real fear glimmered in Sammy’s eyes. It looked good. It felt good. It tasted good.

“Jonathan Eady!” commanded a stern man’s voice. “Come to my office, right now.”

      ~

“What do you mean, he’s suspended for three days?” growled Jonty’s father as he paced up and down in the study. Tall bookcases encircled the room, pressing down on all three of them in there.

“He was found beating up some boys in his class, George, and he wouldn’t provide any explanation or reason. He even gave one little boy a black eye,” said Jonty’s mother, her voice quivering, just a little. She turned to her son, “Though there is never any true reason for violence. You know that, Jonty dear, it's not like you.”

Jonty’s father straightened, his pacing coming to a stop. “No, it isn’t like him at all,” he chuckled. “We’ll make a man out of you yet, eh?” 

Jonty nodded, just grateful that all that was happening was words.

      ~

“Here I was, thinking that my pansy of a son had manned up years ago!” bellowed Jonty’s father, pounding the table. “I thought you were getting into architecture. Engineering, that sort of thing. And you want to take something in the arts? A degree?”

“Y-Yes, father, and you won’t have me troubling you anymore. The land grandfather left me? The house is nearly complete.”

“Well, you will have to fund everything from here on out yourself, my lad. You won’t be seeing a single penny more from me. Mark my words. You give me a headache.”

“May I be excused?” asked Jonty, his hands gripping the table.

“No, you may not,” spat Jonty’s father. He stood up himself and began to take his belt off.

“Father, please, you haven’t hit me since I was twelve, I’ve done all you asked, just please, let me write my own life from here on.”

Jonty’s father shook his head. “If you insist on acting like a child, I shall hit you like one.”

Jonty sunk lower into his chair as his father wrapped the belt around his hand.

“Stand up!” he ordered.

Jonty did so, knowing the punishment would be worse if he didn’t.

“Take off your shirt then, surely you haven’t forgotten how this works?”

“No, father.”

“Good.”

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[callaeidae3]

Febuwhump Day 25 (Alt 10): "Please come back."

Kyle gets forcibly seperated from the group, yet Yuuki and Timothy have no choice but to keep on moving without him.

They can only hope that Kyle escapes, or is okay long enough for them to figure out how to safely get him back.

And if he escapes, that he'll be able to find his was back to them on his own...

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[tiamat-zx]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Beauregard Lionett/Yasha, Obann & Yasha (Critical Role), The Mighty Nein & Yasha Characters: Yasha (Critical Role), Beauregard Lionett, Obann (Critical Role), The Laughing Hand (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Febuwhump, Febuwhump 2022, Forced to Watch, Canon-Typical Violence, Mind Control, Warning: Obann (Critical Role), POV Yasha (Critical Role), Episode: c02e055 Duplicity, Episode: c02e069 The King's Cage, Episode: c02e077 A Tangled Web, Episode: c02e079 Through the Trees, Episode: c02e086 The Cathedral, 5+1 Things, Blood and Injury, Near Death Experiences, Yasha Needs a Hug (Critical Role), Not Beta Read, Canon Compliant, Black Eye Series: Part 18 of Adam’s Febuwhump 2022 Works Summary:

“All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.” But not all players are able to grace the stage, instead forced to watch from the gallery…

Five times that Yasha had been trapped within her own mind… and one time where she was free to be herself once more. —

@febuwhump 2022 Day 18: Forced To Watch

BONUS PROMPT ALT 10: Black Eye

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Yeah, I’m falling behind. But I will get back on track eventually. But for now…

OOF! This is definitely the heaviest story I had to write. Even I felt a little icky doing this… but hey, this IS Febuwhump we’re talking about so… brace yourselves.

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