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    All the Febuwhump prompts 2025. I am trying to make as much in February, but most are going to be written when the event has ended.

    It's all going to be Dream Smp, SBI (Sleepy Bois Incorporated), related.

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    Which hurts worse? broken bones or a collar?

    (Neither. A promise of kindness kills faster than any weapon.)

    ((So why isn't he dead yet?))

    For as long as he can remember, Techno's been a fighter, a weapon, a tool for others to use and discard.

    Maybe this time would be different. Maybe this time sweet words wouldn't come with stinging fists and promises of pain. Maybe this time he could finally wash the blood from his hands and live a simple life.

    Eh.

    Probably not.

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    Buried to his eyes in debt from both his own failings and his son's stupid decisions, Philza Craft is forced to do the one thing he promised himself he would never do.

    Buy a slave to enter the rings.

     

    aka, the fic where Techno is an abused fighter and Philza unwittingly adopts him into his chaotic family. Will he learn he's more than a weapon to be used? Yes. Will it take a considerable amount of time and convincing? Yes. Will it be easy? Heck no, especially not with their pasts looming over them.

    What was it Tommy always says? 'pog through the pain'?

    Pog through the pain they will.

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    24 May 2026

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    In games like poker, 'the pot' refers to the communal betting pool. Derived from the word 'jackpot,' the pot is distributed to the winning players (whether that is to only one or split equally between several)

    But... if one bets lives into the pot, where do those lives go? Who gets them?

    (Or: Quackity's deadly casino and the aftermath of its grand opening)

    [This is not based on the real content creators. Stories are based around the characters they roleplay on the DSMP]

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    16 Jun 2026

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    Everything was wrong. The nest was crudely made with no overhang to protect from the elements. There was no sound of birds, no insects crawling on the wood, no wind. The trees were disturbingly still. There was a wall beyond the foliage, painted to look like a forest.

    Kristin was gone.

    "-and this is our newest exhibit! This elytrian family is missing its matriarch, but we managed to rescue the father and chick." The voice was chipper and kind.

    "Well. Where are they?" another voice demanded impatiently.

    "Patience, gentlemen, patience." It was the man from earlier, the one with icy blue eyes and an ugly sneer. Phil wouldn't soon forget that creature's voice. "They should be waking up any moment now."

     

    Or: Elytrian hybrid Phil and Wilbur are captured and put in a hybrid zoo. This can only go so well.

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    Inside it was pitch dark. The light from the foyer illuminated a set of stairs that descended down into a cellar along the wall, but nothing else. Phil turned on the flash on his phone and stepped inside. The stairs creaked with each step and he shined the light ahead of him so he could see where he was going.

    At the base of the stairs, the floor was made of concrete, and the walls built of cobble. Phil directed the light towards the rest of the basement and nearly dropped his phone in shock.

    In the far corner, chained to the wall with his arms above his head, sat a man.

     

    Or: Phil is an investigative journalist who finds a horrible secret in the basement of a cult.

    Or or: Techno has been used as a violent cult's object of worship for years, until one day he's discovered by an outsider.

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    The Angel of Death has wandered the earth for a millennium, alone. Perhaps now it's time to build a family for himself, starting with the bright-eyed musician drowning in ambition, the hybrid hunter dripping in potential, and the chatty street rat, fearless and brave.

    So what if they don't feel the same at first? He had another millennium to win them over after all.

    Or, the fic where Phil builds a family, Wilbur goes insane, Techno is kidnapped, and Tommy really wishes everyone would just leave him the Fuck alone.

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    02 Jun 2026

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