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Nowhumpber 2026
"Get away from me!"
Exhausted to the point of collapse
Emotional whump
Kidnapping
PTSD/CPTSD
Abuse/rape aftermath
Suicidal ideation
"You're prettiest when you're on your knees"
Painful transformation
Trapped
Bleeding through bandages
Imprisoned
Carried
Failed escape attempt
"Don't touch them!"
Hidden injury
Scar reveal
Haunted
Forced intoxication
Living weapon
Noncon branding/tattoo/marks
"I'm the only one who can do this"
Distorted nightmares
Carving words onto body
Grief
Overworked
Came back wrong
Environmental whump
Life threatening injury
Self isolation
Nowhumpber 2026 Alt Prompts
Sleepy
Presumed dead
Memory loss manipulation
Addiction/withdrawal
Abuse rape reveal
Bleeding out
Rules:
Any and every media is accepted, writing, art, collages, playlists, moodboards, and anything else that tickles your fancy
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HAVE FUN! This is meant to be something fun to look forward to, and since it's right after Whumptober I get that you
All Sid can think is, we were supposed to be a team.
The four of us, we were supposed to keep each other safe.
It hurts to look at the flames and know that her sister has caused this destruction.
It hurts to think that maybe she could have done something to prevent this.
Part of the fire seems to reach out to her. She douses it with a wave of her hand, taking water from the buckets around her.
There isn’t enough water for her to put out all of the fire at once, especially considering that it has to be Sid’s water to counter her sister’s fire. Instead, she’s focusing on not letting the flames reach any further than they already have.
Someone is walking up behind her. She can sense the water that they’re carrying, so it must be either August or Jack. One of her siblings, so there’s no need to turn around.
“You need rest.”
Oh, good. It’s Jack. She doesn’t have to be as strong, not like she would for August.
“I need to keep the fire from spreading.”
Jack sets down the /yoke/ with the buckets of water on each end. “We can keep watch. And it’s dying down anyway.”
Sid shakes her head. “No. It isn’t getting any smaller. I’m only able to keep it the same size.”
“Hey.” Jack puts their hand on her shoulder. “You need to rest. It won’t get much larger in a few minutes. Me and August can take care of it.”
She almost falls into their hold. She wants to rest. She wants to lie down and sleep and never have to think again. She wants to forget that their sister is capable of burning down people’s homes with no remorse. She wants to rewrite every memory and make everything better.
But she can’t. She has to put out this fire.
She shakes Jack’s hand off her shoulder.
“No. Only the water I control can put out her fire. You know that, Jack.”
Jack looks tired, with dark circles around their eyes that they would usually will away. “Yes, I know that. I also know that everything this fire can consume in the few minutes you will allow yourself to rest is already beyond saving.”
She shakes her head. There is nothing beyond saving.
“Sid.” Jack puts their hands on her shoulders and turns her to face them. “You need to rest. The only thing the fire can burn right now is grass. You lie down, and me or August will wake you if it gets too close to something else.”
Sid stares into Jack’s eyes. They look so tired. And sad. Sid wonders if they’ve allowed their tears to fall yet. She certainly hasn’t.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” Jack asks.
“Yes, okay,” she replies. “I’ll go lie down. And one of you will wake me up if I’m needed.”
“Yes, we will.” There’s a sense of relief on Jack’s face. Not a smile, exactly, but something close.
Sid finds a soft patch of ground and lies down and tries not to think of her sister as she used to know her.
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165 words of original work written for @thepromptfoundry's Jazzy July and @tropevarietyhour's July theme, The Lies We Tell.
Day 7 Prompts: Battle of the Bands and “Do You Want Me to Lie and Say I Love You?”
Once again I have no idea what is happening. And once again I am going less literal with ‘battle of the bands’. More like ‘battle of the words’. Which is kinda dumb but whatever.
The radio’s song drifts between us in the silence.
“I’m not,” I say.
“Then why won’t you look at me?”
I turn around.
“There. I’m looking at you.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am. I turned around and everything.”
“You’re not making eye contact.”
“And why is that so important?”
“It is important because that’s how I know that you’re paying attention to me.”
I sigh. “I promise that I’m paying attention to you. Good enough?”
“No.”
Their response is punctuated by a rumble of thunder and a crack of lightning from outside. I force my eyes to meet theirs.
“There you go. Happy now?”
“It’s an improvement.”
Their voice is still frosty. I sigh again and lean my head back against my chair.
“That is not an improvement.”
“Thank you so much for your feedback.”
We sit in silence again, except for the storm outside and the radio. I try to place the song that its playing. It feels vaguely familiar. Then again, it’s jazz, and most jazz sounds very similar to me.
They’re the one to break the silence again.
“Please look at me.”
I consider it. Their voice sounds warmer this time, more asking than demanding.
“Why?” I ask.
“One more time.”
“Why?”
“Please.”
“Fine.”
I lift my head up from my chair and look at them.
They don’t react as far as I can tell. Then again, their complete non- reaction might mean something on its own.
“Happy now?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
I lean back again and lose myself in the radio’s song.
I sit at the desk, watching the lantern’s light cast odd shadows over the paper in front of me. It’s a song, but not one that I recognize. I should recognize it. It’s got my name as the title.
It’s also got a lot of bullshit about unconditional love, and ‘I’ll never leave you’, and just a lot of words that turned out to be lies.
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There was music drifting through the air. I didn’t know where it was coming from, but it wasn’t important.
What was important was that I had just been told something by the wrong person, at the wrong time.
I ran through the grass. I was halfway there before I realised I didn’t bother to put on my shoes on the way out.
I found them lying underneath a tree, eyes closed, their head swaying to the mysterious music.
I came to a stop next to them, panting.
I could tell that they knew I was there, but they didn’t open their eyes. I sat down next to them. They didn’t acknowledge me at all. I pulled my legs up and rested my head on my knees.
After a moment, I broke the silence. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
Their eyes opened slowly and they smiled when they saw me. “Tell you what?”
I stared at them long enough that their smile faded and they sat up, leaning against the tree.
They still didn’t say anything, though. It was looking like I was going to have to be the brave one, here.
“You love me?” I asked. That was it. I had heard it from the wrong person at the wrong time, because I should have heard it from them, and I should have heard it years ago.
Another smile crept onto their face, this one looking more pained. “Always have.”
I squeezed my legs harder. “Then why didn’t you ever–?” I cut myself off. What does it matter? They didn’t tell me.
They knocked their head against the tree trunk, looking at the stars through the leaves. “It never felt like the right time, you know?”
I shook my head. “No. I don’t know.”
They laughed, just a little. “You were always . . . I don’t know. Busy, I guess.”
“Never too busy for you,” I whispered.
Their smile turned less painful. “Yeah, I know. But I didn’t really know, you know?” They laughed, in a better way this time.
“No,” I said again. “I don’t know.”
They turned to face me. “Well, it doesn’t matter anyway. You’re busy again.”
I stared at them. “Didn’t you just hear me?”
I moved closer, and tucked myself underneath their arm. “I’m never too busy for you.”
Worldbuilding Notes: Differentiating between noble/royal residences
Palace
luxurious residence for high nobility
symbolical display of wealth and governance
often not or barely fortified
Castle
residence for nobility with fortifications and military structure
symbolical display of military power
often positioned strategically (on mountains or lakes, in river bends, …)
Fortress/Stronghold
purely functional defensive military outpost
usually in/near border regions for military to operate out of, lead offenses from and shelter retreating forces
Citadel
the most fortified area of a town or city (defensive core & last line of defense)
in form of a castle, fortress or simply a fortified center (defended through walls, elevation a maut, …)
houses military command, food storage and in time of war royalty
Keep
strongest, most defensible part of a castle in form of a tower
became highly uieffective with the invention of improved artilliary, as it became an easy target for cannons
alternate version would be a "bergfried," a tower with essentially the same function but not meant for permanent residence, only as a shelter during active invasion
Manor House
residence of a noble overseeing their lands and local peasants
mainly differs in function only
can be architectually very similar to a castle or could also be more similar to a farmhouse
typically no strong fortification, but often enclosed within walls or ditches
Bastion
a structure projective outward from the walls of a fortification, giving artillery better defensive positions and a greater range
contrary to a lot of modern (and even historic usage) a bastion is merely an architectual element, not its own kind of building
Keep in mind that the difference between some of these terms is mostly semantics. Often several terms could be applied (but don‘t have to be) or a term that wouldn‘t be fitting is applied because of its historical usage.
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Things to do with your characters to flesh them out
Write fanfics / AUs about them
Answer personality tests as if you were them
Do various Picrews or other dress up games
Write AITA posts from their perspective
Build their wardrobe by creating/collecting outfits
Figure out their perfume/scent using the search by notes function on fragrantica
Put together a playlist of songs that they would listen to
Create a family tree for them on familyecho.com
Make a concept album for a singer au, with a cover and songs they would write and sing
Create a “What’s in my bag?’ for them
Design their home in homebyme.com
Fill out character templates
Roleplay as them with other people on oc social network (no ai involved or even allowed!)
Design (fake) social media pages for them
(Zeeob for most social medias and texting, PhotoNote for fake instagram, Twinote for fake twitter, TweetGen for tweets and replies, Classtools Fakebook for fake facebook, …)
dialogue prompts for a cult leader and his goddess / god?
Spiritual Leader x Their Deity
“You have quite a lot of smugness about being the one to speak to me.” “How can I not? They all beg on their knees for a glimpse. I get whole conversations.” “Conversations held on your knees, regardless.”
“Are you still there?” “Always.”
“Without me, they would not know to worship you!” “Without me, you would be nothing.”
“They are not ready to hear your voice.” “Or perhaps you are not ready to share.”
*with blood stained hands* “Take this suffering as proof of my devotion.” “I never asked you to spill blood for me.” “And yet you only reply to me when I do.”
“I have given all I possibly could.” “I suppose it is adequate for a mortal.”
“I expected more from my favorite.” “I-I'm sorry.” “You should be.”
“Why me?” “Why do you think?”
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