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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 11 | ALT Last Man Standing

Power Rangers Mystic Force | 1x25 | The Hunter

[whumpinthepot]

@febuwhump 2024, Day 26.

Alt 10. Last man standing

Alt 8. Killing game

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A group of captives all standing on chairs in a circle, facing one another with their hands tied behind their backs, and a noose hung around each person's neck. Whumper likes to play games with the spare prisoners. The game is they all have to stand for as long as possible and if they collapse they end up dying of strangulation. The last person standing gets to keep their life, but has to live as the Whumpers personal play thing.

[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.”

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“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.

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“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.”

@febuwhump

[the-great-lightwood-bane]

burning bright

Malec | Rated general | tw blood, canon-typical violence | febuwhump day 27, alt 10: black eye

Summary: Trapped under a magic-suppressing ward without access to weapons, Magnus uses an ability Alec didn't know he had.

@febuwhump

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Magnus swore viciously as he felt the anti-magic wards come down over the space where the Circle members had ambushed him and Alec. He’d known they had a warlock with them, but he’d been unprepared, and hadn’t had time to summon physical weapons before his magic was cut off.

He knew that Alec had a dagger in his boot, and nothing else, aside from the black eye blooming on his face where a Circle member had landed a hit. Normally, Magnus was honoured that Alec was willing to disarm himself when on a date with Magnus — a sign of trust, showing that he knew Magnus would protect him — but it wasn’t exactly practical when the two of them were attacked.

The Circle members were all fully armed, and they had Magnus and Alec surrounded, blades pointed at their necks. To disarm them and get weapons, they’d need to be taken by surprise, but there wasn’t much Magnus could do without his magic—

Well — that wasn’t quite true. There was one thing he could do, though he wasn’t sure how Alec would see him afterward.

That would be irrelevant if they were killed by Circle members, though, and as Alec’s life was on the line, the decision was easy to make.

“Get ready,” Magnus murmured under his breath, and he reached inside himself for the place where the shift happened.

The shift was a rather well-kept secret of warlocks — not all warlocks could do it, either. Only the powerful ones, and the ones with a warlock mark associated with a particular animal.

Fortunately for Magnus, he fulfilled both criteria.

He’d discovered his other form while with his father in Edom, as a young man — Asmodeus had shown him how to shift, how to return to his human body, how to keep control of the more animalistic instincts that came with the shift. Magnus rarely used it — he couldn’t use magic, once shifted, and spellwork tended to be better than ripping throats out in terms of efficiency — but in circumstances like these, it made sense.

With a roar, Magnus completed the shift, and the Circle members gaped as a fully-grown bengal tiger dove toward them.

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Magnus had just turned into a tiger.

Alec wasn’t sure about the how, but it probably wasn’t the time to think about that — the Circle members were frozen in fear and surprise where they weren’t being ripped apart by a tiger, and this was his chance. He pulled two seraph blades from their owners’ unresisting hands and joined the fray.

There hadn’t been many Circle members — they’d only managed to corner Magnus and Alec because they’d been taken by surprise — and the fight was over quickly. The tiger — Magnus — moved with the same grace as he did as a human, fighting with a beautiful ferocity, a blur of gold-and-black fur sending Circle members scattering. There were barely any left for Alec to take care of, and he only managed to kill two before the last one fell to Magnus’s claws.

The tiger — Magnus — was bloody around his jaws, where he’d bitten through a Circle member’s throat, beautiful as he stepped disdainfully over a body in his path. Alec walked over to his side, and Magnus looked up at him with glowing golden eyes — the same as Magnus’s unglamoured eyes — and purred low in his throat. Alec grinned, kneeling down beside him.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said, and Magnus preened delightedly. “Also really cute.”

The affronted glare Magnus sent him was precisely the one he would’ve sent Alec in his human form, and Alec couldn’t suppress a chuckle at it, which had Magnus’s glare intensifying. He reached out toward Magnus, then hesitated, fingers a few inches from his fur. “May I?”

Magnus replied by nudging his head closer against Alec’s hand, and purring softly as Alec pushed his fingers through the silky fur, brushing out the small droplets of blood in it.

“Don’t worry, you’re also adorable as a human,” Alec added, and Magnus gave what was unmistakably an eye roll although his purring didn’t cease. “Uh — speaking of being human, or rather not — you can turn back, right?”

Abruptly, the tiger was gone, and Magnus — mouth no longer bloody — was sitting comfortably on Alec’s lap. “I can shift back and forth at will, never fear, darling.” He leaned in to press a kiss to Alec’s lips. “But right now — home?”

“Home,” Alec agreed.

[lady-wallace]

By Your Side (Febuwhump alt.10 “Please Come Back”)

Starting out @febuwhump​ with an alt prompt XD Thanks to @noxbait​ for helping me choose this prompt!

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Prompt: Alternate prompt 10 “Please Come Back”

Fandom: Supernatural (Season 3)

Synopsis: An unfortunate accident in the woods forces Dean to have to leave his brother to get help. After just getting him back, it's not an easy thing to do.

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Dean was panicking. He was trying not to, but he couldn't help it. Not when his little brother was lying crumpled at the base of a steep ravine.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted as he slid down in a flurry of dirt and leaves, heart pounding as Sam's all-too-still figure mocked him. Not again, he was not doing this again…

Then Sam stirred and allowed Dean a little relief. At least he was alive. They could get through anything as long as Sam was alive.

"Sammy," Dean called again, finally skidding to a stop beside his brother, hands hovering hesitantly over him, afraid to touch, but he had to know. "Sammy, come on, open your eyes." Flashes washed over Dean. Memories of holding Sam in his arms, trying desperately to stop the blood from flowing out, kneeling in the mud and rain. It made him sick to his stomach. They weren't back in Cold Oak, he knew that, and yet he couldn't get it out of his head. If Sam died now, Dean had no soul left to sell. They wouldn't get a second chance at that.

He reached out, trying to keep his hands from trembling as he cradled Sam's face between his palms, brushing back the hair that was matted to Sam's forehead with blood. "Come on, Sam," he growled desperately, pleading.

Finally, Sam's eyes fluttered open and he blinked up at Dean in confusion for a second before his face twisted in pain and he let out a small groan. "Dean…"

"Hey, hey, it's all right, I'm here," Dean told him softly. "Can you tell me where it hurts?"

Sam scrunched his face up, squinting. "Head and…" he shifted and then let out a sudden sharp intake of breath. "L-leg. My leg."

Dean looked down and saw, to his horror, that Sam's left leg was lying at a rather awkward angle. He shifted to better inspect it and ran a careful hand down the limb.

Sam flinched and cried out. Dean's suspicions were confirmed as he felt the unwanted lump a few inches above Sam's ankle.

"Broken?" Sam gasped.

"Yeah," Dean replied grimly, dread washing over him. He looked up, seeing the sun already dipping into the west. They only had a few hours of decent daylight left and certainly not enough for Dean to make some kind of litter and drag Sam up the ravine and out of the woods by himself. That left only one option.

"Sammy," he said softly, swallowing hard as he looked down at his brother, resting a soft hand against his jaw. "I need to go for help, okay? I can't get you out of here by myself."

"What do you mean?" Sam croaked, blinking. Dean pressed his lips into a worried line—it looked like Sam might be concussed too, which was bad. He really shouldn't leave him, and yet…

If he didn't he wouldn't be able to get Sam the help he needed as soon as he needed it.

"I gotta go, Sammy," he said, hating himself for saying those words. "There's that ranger's station a few miles back. I can get help for you there."

"Dean…" Sam murmured, eyes wet with fear that his little brother didn't usually show. Dean felt his heart tear as Sam's hand found his sleeve and curled tightly into it.

"Sammy, I don't want to do this, but I have to," Dean told him. "For you."

Sam swallowed jerkily but finally gave a short nod before he winced at the movement. "Okay. Just…Please, come back, Dean."

Dean ran a hand through his hair again. "I will. I promise."

Sam loosened his grip on Dean's arm and the elder brother nodded to him before he stood up, tearing himself away from Sam as he climbed up the ravine and tore off through the woods.

He ran most of the way to the ranger's station, beating the sun, panting for breath and ignoring the painful stitch in his side. All he could think of was his little brother lying out there alone and hurt with no one to watch over him.

He made it to the ranger's station and the two rangers who were there hurried out in their ATVs after calling for an ambulance that would meet them back at the station.

Dean nearly collapsed after he got to the station and one of the rangers put her hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asked. "Maybe you should stay here, we know exactly where you're talking about, had to make several rescues out there—"

"No!" Dean snapped, taking in a deep breath and straightening up. "No. I promised my brother I would be back and I'm going back."

The ranger shared a look with her partner and he shrugged. "Let's go then."

It was a lot quicker to get back with the ATVs and Dean was glad to see that the sun hadn't set yet.

"Sam! I'm back! I brought help!" Dean shouted down the ravine, ignoring the ranger's warning as he slid down without abandon.

He caught his breath when he saw Sam lying still, but his brother's head shifted and his eyes opened, relief showing in them.

"Dean," he said softly.

Dean hurried to his side and crouched down, grasping Sam's reaching hand. His little brother offered a wavering smile.

"Came back," he whispered.

"'Course I did, kiddo," Dean told him firmly. "You know I'll always come back for you." Sam's face wavered slightly, but he nodded.

Dean didn't say what was weighing between them; that that might not always be the truth. Not when Dean was destined for Hell. He didn't think he would have the luxury to make that promise when it came to that.

But right now, he could still make that promise and keep it and it was okay.

The rangers made it down and Dean helped lift Sam onto a stretcher before they carefully carried him up the side of the ravine.

An ambulance was waiting at the ranger's station when they got back and they loaded Sam up, Dean getting into the car after handing his keys over to the rangers. He didn't even care at the moment about someone else driving his baby. He just wanted to get his brother safe and taken care of.

Hours later, after Dean had nearly paced a hole in the floor of the ER waiting room, the doctor finally came and showed him to the room Sam was being kept in.

Dean's chest had been tight the whole time, only loosening when he finally saw his brother, bandage around his head and his broken leg elevated in a cast, a little loopy from the pain meds. He smiled at Dean as he came in.

Dean couldn't help but grin back. "Hey, tiger, they give you the good stuff?"

"Yeah," Sam huffed, blinking slowly before he seemed to sober. "Glad you're still here, Dean."

Dean pulled a chair over to the bed and sat down. "Where else would I be but by your side, Sammy?" he asked fondly.

Sam stared at him for a long moment, until Dean started to feel the weight of everything pressing down on him and simply reached out and patted Sam's arm. "Come on, take the chance to get some rest. You deserve it."

Sam looked like he wanted to protest but the medicine was making it impossible. Instead his eyes slid shut and he went limp in the bed, breathing evening out. Dean kept a hand wrapped around his wrist, feeling Sam's pulse under his fingers.

He didn't want to think about the day when he wouldn't be able to keep his promise, but until then, he wasn't planning on leaving Sam's side. And neither hell nor heaven could do anything about it.

Dean stopped thinking about those things though and simply watched his brother sleep, grateful that he had that at least.

[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...

@febuwhump

[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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