this year's prompts were chosen through an open suggestion poll (in which we received over 4,000 prompts) and a subsequent vote, where 5,019 votes were submitted. the top 28 make up the core prompts, and the febuwhump mod's favourites that remain have become the alternates. the first prompt in the 28, "vocal chords", was our number one prompt of the vote, with 1,625 total votes.
i am so insanely excited to see what you all create with these prompts, and i hope they're inspiring enough to trigger a whole month's worth of creativity for you!
as an extra added challenge, some creators will be undertaking another, smaller goal, of including apples in each of their prompt fills as an ode to the wildly popular prompt suggestion of "apples" that didn't make it through to the poll. this is totally optional, but is a good extra challenge if you'd like to take part in it!
if you have any questions, please check out the faq before sending an ask, or skim the blog's previously asked questions to see if your question has already been answered.
please note: notifying the blog of completionist status will happen through a google form released towards the end of febuwhump, and if you are interested in joining the febuwhmp discord server, the link will be available to do so for one week towards the end of january.
full write-up of prompts and rules under the cut:
FEBUWHUMP 2025 PROMPTS:
DAY 1: vocal chords
DAY 2: holding back tears
DAY 3: pinned down
DAY 4: hivemind
DAY 5: not trusting reality
DAY 6: forced to stay awake
DAY 7: alternate timeline self
DAY 8: bleeding out
DAY 9: necromancy
DAY 10: magic exhaustion
DAY 11: demonic possession
DAY 12: used as practice
DAY 13: “i don’t trust anyone else”
DAY 14: becoming the monster
DAY 15: icarus
DAY 16: eaten alive
DAY 17: power instability
DAY 18: living weapon
DAY 19: death wish
DAY 20: “i did good right?”
DAY 21: put on display
DAY 22: “grab the little one”
DAY 23: gunshot wound
DAY 24: forced to beg
DAY 25: bound and gagged
DAY 26: concealing an injury
DAY 27: post-victory collapse
DAY 28: recovery
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: major character death
ALT 2: blowtorch
ALT 3: pick who dies
ALT 4: body swap
ALT 5: die a hero
ALT 6: emergency surgery
ALT 7: body horror
ALT 8: on the run
ALT 9: in another life
ALT 10: feeding tube
RULES:
soft rules:
prompts should be answered in the form of whump
creators can produce any kind of media they want
you don't have to complete all the prompts to take part
you can use the prompts after the event ends
you can complete them in tandem with any other event
you can post to any platform you want, however this blog will only be sharing links and prompt fills posted to tumblr
if you want to be featured on the hall of fame, you must inform this blog by the 3rd of march that you have completed all of the days using the provided form
if you have questions, consult the faq before asking
hard rules:
to be a completionist, you must complete all 28 prompts, in order, in whatever medium you want, before the end of the event
(specifically for being featured on the blog)
when uploading febuwhump content to tumblr, please use the tags:
febuwhump (or febuwhump2025)
the relevant day's tag e.g. febuwhumpday1, febuwhumpday2...
nsfw (if relevant)
any important trigger warnings
you can also tag the blog: @febuwhump
I cannot guarantee your work will be archived on the blog. a random selection of properly tagged works will be reblogged every day of february.
summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order
a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump
a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!
Bluesky
y/n_rb
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y/n_rb: I lived bitch! And this hospital is awesome — the food slaps
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user1: you’re back!
↳y/n_rb: course I am!
↳y/n_rb: who would terrorize the frenchie if I wasn’t?
↳pierregasly: 😑😑😑
↳pierregasly: Oh...tu es de retour...super. Oh...you're back...great. (Content de voir que tu es réveillé. Glad to see you’re awake.)
francisca.cgomes: Mon amour! My love!
↳pierregasly: 😑😑😑
↳pierregasly: you’ve been awake 10 minutes
↳y/n_rb: love has no timeline
↳francisca.cgomes: 🥰🥰
oscarpiastri: good you’re awake — would you finally text Hattie back? She’s blowing up my phone
↳y/n_rb: I know!
↳oscarpiastri: what?
↳y/n_rb: I wanted to see if she could crash your phone
↳oscarpiastri: why am I friends with you again…
↳y/n_rb: booooooo 👎👎👎👎
↳hattiepastri: boooooo 👎🏻👎🏻👎🏻👎🏻
↳oscarpiastri: 🙄🙄🙄
alexandrasaintmleux: leo is ready and waiting to help nurse you back to full health
↳y/n_rb: leo my love 😍 💙💙💙
↳alexandrasaintmleux: he’s very excited!
↳y/n_rb: ditch Charles and run away with me?
↳alexandrasaintmleux: 😳😳😳
↳charles_leclerc: non! Laisse ma copine tranquille! Leave my girlfriend alone!
↳francisca.cgomes: 😧😧😧
↳y/n_rb: don’t worry beautiful I have two hands for a reason!
↳francisca.cgomes: 🤭🤭🤭
↳alexandrasaintmleux: 🥰
↳charles_leclerc: No!
↳pierregasly: No!
lewishamilton: very glad to see you’re doing well 🖤
↳y/n_rb: I’m doing great Sir Lewis Hamilton
↳lewishamilton: what are the odds that you just call me Lewis?
↳y/n_rb: in the negatives Sir Lewis Hamilton
↳lewishamilton: of course. Regardless, I’ve sent something to help your recovery ❤️🩹
Character A gets hurt and thinks they'll be abandoned for it, but isn't directly stating it. Character B is trying to get them medical help, even as Character A is urging them to just leave already.
man, do i live for these kinds of asks. sorry about the late answer !! i hope you enjoy and have a very happy febuwhump <3
(febuwhump) dialogue prompts for ~injury~ PART THREE!
"'m fine, I promise, 's just a scratch."
"You don't--you don't have to stay."
"I can make it out, go back."
"Just go, I'm alright, please."
"You need a doctor, now."
"....You think I'm gonna leave you here?"
"I want to help. Please."
"What hurts?" "...everything."
"Stop pushing me away! You're hurt!"
"I'm not worth it, go. Go!"
"You have to help the others."
"Leave, please, you need to leave."
"They need medical attention, don't let them push you away."
"I've had worse." "And that's why I'm angry."
"I'm not here because I'm being forced. I want to help you. Please let me."
"Why won't you let me help you?" "...because I don't deserve it."
"This is a waste of medical supplies."
"It's not bad, it's—it's not—"
"You do too much for me."
"I hate it when you're hurt."
"Let me lift you. Please. No! Someone help me lift them!"
"You deserve to be helped, I—who told you this?"
"You don't have to be alone."
"Let me do this for you."
"It's not a big deal, I'll live."
"They tried to push me away while they were actively bleeding out."
"'S not that much blood."
"I'm not weak." "I never said you were."
bonus/free swap prompts:
"Don't waste your time on me, are you kidding?"
"I just want you to be okay."
"I'll take care of you as much as you need. No matter what."
Whumpee ran. Sprinted through Whumper’s camp, feeling the cold, packed damp earth slapping beneath his feet was disgustingly wonderful. A feeling he didn’t think he’d ever miss, no… but here he was, breathless from the run, already exhausted from weeks of being captured and subdued, beaten and grounded and starved. His lungs screamed at him to stop, his muscles clenching as if he was ten sets into a workout, but Whumpee continued running.
A small crazed smile on his lips as he felt the wind on his face, rushing through his damp hair that Whumper kept tied back. The first thing Whumpee did when he got free was take that blasted bobbin from his hair and let his shoulder length raven birds nest free. He felt… oh gods, he felt alive.
He cleared the camp paths, rushing out of the alleyways packed with tents like buildings on either side and when he emerged onto the field that their camp was on he finally— after weeks that felt like years, stretched his white, feathered wings and continued to run.
Damn the ache in his back from spreading them.
Damn the stiffness of his limbs as he stretched them out to their full wingspan. He felt whole again now that they were no longer chained to his back at awkward angles.
He swallowed the cheers, the hollers, the whoops that threatened to spill out of his mouth from the relief, but he wasn’t out for the woods yet. He still had to clear Whumper’s camp before he risked making any more noise than is necessary.
He beat his wings after the stiffness faded to mere pins and needles. He was skinner than before, even if they were a little out of practice, they would hold him in the skies until he was free. They had never failed him before. And with the cool night air on his cheeks, the sable night sky calling to him, the stars winking, beckoning him to the heavens, Whumpee beat his wings, once, twice, then he was up.
He faltered a bit as he tried to steady himself in the air, a single, breath denying moment of a stumble as he fell through the air. But his wings caught and he wasn’t out for flying— he was—
He was FLYING!
He didn’t care as hot tears rolled down his cheeks, whipped away by the wind as he soared high above his prison, Whumper’s vile camp.
He was— he was actually going to be free…
And then he flew straight into a wall. Whumpee blinked, stunned as his body slammed against it— but it was just open air. Open sky.
“No,” he muttered, slamming his hand against it and a ripple whirled against the invisible barrier. The same barriers that Whumper’s sadistic Right Hand could weave. “No! No, NO!”
He pushed and clawed against the barrier and glanced up. He tried to fly above its edge, the impenetrable wall meeting a ceiling and he cursed.
“No! No! No! Come on,” he cried, pushing with all his strength against the barrier. There had to be a weak spot. There had to be.
“Do you know what the real kicker is?” A cold voice asked from below. Whumpee froze physically, while his insides raged against a storm. His heartbeat hammered against his chest, sweat forming on his brow, his chest, his back from the exertion. Whumpee trembled as he tilted his head down to see Whumper directly below him. Whumper met Whumpee’s gaze with a cruel smile as he stepped past the barrier that kept Whumpee trapped within the confines of the camp. “It only works on you, darling. It helps to keep your pesky friends out, and your defiant, ungrateful self in. Exactly how I want you.”
Whumpee snarled. “I’m not coming down. I’m not letting you chain me up again.”
Whumper stepped back into the barrier, all humour gone from his sharp, angular face, but his eyes glinted with a dark promise. “Good thing I don’t need your permission then, isn’t it?”
With a click of his fingers a spear appeared in his hand and Whumpee paled. Whumper tossed the spear in his hand, getting the weight of it in his fingers as he assessed Whumpee above.
“You can either come down here, now, or I’ll bring you down, boy.”
Whumpee glanced around the camp, but there was nobody else out of bed. Only Whumper. He could fly to the opposite end, avoid his attacks and then what? He couldn’t leave! Spelled to remain—
Before Whumpee could finish the thought he felt the whistle of the spear through the air and he rolled, barely dodging the blow in time. The spear ran straight through the barrier like a mocking taunt, but Whumpee couldn’t focus on that as Whumper summoned another spear into his hand.
“This one won’t miss. One last chance, Whumpee,” Whumper sang. His voice like gravel, echoing shards of ice through Whumpee’s ears and sending shivers down his spine. Whumpee knew how good Whumper’s aim was, and he didn’t want his wings to be speared which is exactly what Whumper would do.
Whumpee hung his head, wings beating against the air to keep him up. “Okay,” he said, hands balling into fists at his sides. “Okay,” he said again and let the air catch his wings as he descended.
It was pathetic really. Whumpee had a chance at freedom, at escape, and all it took for his defiance to smoulder was Whumper. Not an army. Not an onslaught of Whumper’s bloodthirsty soldiers, just… just him. With a spear.
Whumpee’s feet had barely touched the ground before Whumper tackled him to the ground. Whumpee’s head hit off the barrier with an oomph as his shoulders took the brunt of the blow to the cold, hard earth below.
Whumper straddled Whumpee’s waist, a cold smile on his thin lips. “You know how much I love your wings, Whumpee,” Whumper cooed, running his fingers over the feathers that made Whumpee squirm. He didn’t want the sensitive spots to be touched, especially by Whumper. That was something that he and his mate would share if he— if he ever got out of here.
But Whumper knew that. Knew how intimate a gesture touching Whumpee’s wings was and did it anyway.
“Which is why I’m so proud you didn’t make me put a hole through them,” he continued, touching an especially sensitive spot that made Whumpee whimper under Whumper. “But you still need to be punished. Right Hand suggested I clip your wings.”
Whumpee’s eyes went wide through his terror, shaking his head as Whumper smiled down his horrible smile at Whumpee. “Don’t worry, darling, I told her I won’t do that. I want you to still be able to fly… but your punishment remains.”
Whumper grabbed Whumpee’s wrist and yanked his hand down until it was parallel to the ground. Whumpee struggled, trying to pull against Whumper’s strength, but his grip was strong, sure. Fed. Whumper wasn’t starved like Whumpee. Whumpee’s resistance was futile and they both knew it.
“Now, since your hands are the actual offenders, getting you out of your chains, I think this will be a fitting punishment.”
Whumper didn’t wait a beat before slamming the spear through Whumpee’s palm and burying it into the ground below. Whumpee screamed and thrashed under Whumper, begging, pleading for him to take it out, take it out, I’m sorry.
Whumper clicked his fingers and another spear appeared. Whumpee kicked and tried to worm his way out from under Whumper but every small movement aggravated his impaled hand and he cried out.
“You got cooped up, little bird, it’s okay,” Whumper cooed. “You wanted to be outside, you should’ve just asked, boy.”
“See? With those manners, I’d give you anything, darling.”
Then he impaled Whumpee’s other palm into the ground, effectively pinning him to ground, arms stretched out wide to his sides. Whumpee screamed as fire raced through his blood, no longer struggling but every breath, every tremor threatened to move his limbs and he wanted to be sick. The stench of dirt and cold and metal from his blood filled his senses which roared like a beast inside him.
Whumper’s smile dropped from his face as he stared down at Whumpee. He stroked a hand down Whumpee’s wing and Whumpee couldn’t stop the knee jerk reaction that tore against his hand and he screamed again.
“Now boy, you’re outside. Just as you wanted. A nice night below the stars might do you some good.”
Whumpee trembled as Whumper’s heat pulled away from him as the bastard stood. His mind only processing Whumper’s words after he walked towards the streets line with tents.
“Wait! You- you can’t leave me here!” Whumpee yelled after him, panic seizing his throat. “Whumper!”
Whumper didn’t answer, just kept walking further and further away. “Whumper! WHUMPER!”
“WHUMPER!”
There was no response. Whumpee stared up at the stars winking down at him, beckoning him to the sky and he sobbed.
"Whumpee, we need more. Give us more!" Teammate One shouted back at them.
Whumpee was so exhausted. They barely registered Teammate One's words. Though they were a siphon, essentially they were a magical battery for the rest of the team. They had near limitless energy. But even they would reach a limit after a long battle.
"Whumpee's exhausted, are you sure?" Caretaker called up to Teammate One.
"Yes! The shields are failing. We need just one last push. You can do it, Whumpee!"
"Whumpee, are you sure you can do this?" Caretaker asked gently.
Whumpee nodded slowly. They were having difficult time focusing. Talking required too much energy. With a sigh, they drew on the final dregs of their energy, siphoning them into the team's weapons. One final push.
"Thank you, Whumpee!" A chorus of voices called.
Whumpee barely heard them. They felt the blood dripping from their nose as their vision went dark and they pitched forward. They could only hope that Caretaker wouldn't let their head smack on the ground. They had exhausted their magical resources.
"Whumpee!" Caretaker's voice sounded so distant. But Whumpee didn't have the energy to respond as they sank into the quiet dark.
