this year's prompts were sourced through an open suggestion form, where over 6,000 prompts were submitted. after, the best 100 prompts were voted on in a poll which received 6,265 votes. the top 28 were rearranged into the 28 prompts of febuwhump - with the most voted prompt in the number 1 position ("I like you better broken", 1,959 votes) - while the alternate prompts were selected from the mod's personal favourites of the remaining options.
this is such a great list of prompts, and i'm so excited to see what creativity they spark with you!
if you're interested in taking part in all the facets of febuwhump, then check out the expected timeline for this year's event! pay special attention to march 6-8, after febuwhump, in which everyone is encouraged to comment on as many febuwhump works as possible to ensure that everyone leaves this event with encouraging feedback on their creations!
as always, please check the faq or scroll through the previously asked questions before asking questions. i know the faq is short, but it really does answer just about any questions you have. when in doubt, assume the answer is that you can do literally anything you want.
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 during january.
full write-up of prompts and rules under the cut:
FEBUWHUMP 2026 PROMPTS:
DAY 1: "I like you better broken"
DAY 2: old injury
DAY 3: ghost
DAY 4: blood stains
DAY 5: survivor
DAY 6: soul bond
DAY 7: forced to hurt another
DAY 8: hunger
DAY 9: false memory
DAY 10: god complex
DAY 11: broken fingers
DAY 12: bodyguard
DAY 13: "again"
DAY 14: hanahaki disease
DAY 15: test subject
DAY 16: touch aversion
DAY 17: fingers in the wound
DAY 18: time loop
DAY 19: "I didn't mean to"
DAY 20: hunted
DAY 21: flashbacks
DAY 22: worse than death
DAY 23: kintsugi
DAY 24: head injury
DAY 25: medical restraints
DAY 26: time travel
DAY 27: "can you stay?"
DAY 28: breaking point
ALTERNATE PROMPTS:
ALT 1: environmental whump
ALT 2: pregnancy
ALT 3: alternate universe
ALT 4: lazarus
ALT 5: auction
ALT 6: live broadcast
ALT 7: the devil you know
ALT 8: child soldier
ALT 9: you would have loved this
ALT 10: flu
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 the prompts 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 febuwhump2026)
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
over 6,000 prompts were submitted across the beginning of december. these prompts have been whittled down to the best 100 - now it's once again your turn to have your say and vote for your favourite 28!
between 12 and 21 december you can submit your vote as many times as you like to support your favourite prompts! then, the final list will be revealed before the new year!
whether you plan to take part or not, all are welcome to vote, and all votes are completely anonymous!
okay 6 hours after the original post and I tried to close it but my phone wouldn't let me and I can't be bothered to turn on my laptop so its still open. it'll probably remain open until tomorrow now. the professionalism of this event is unmatched
26 hours after the original post the jar is finally fucking closed. more importantly, lets talk about the 300 responses to the form that happened after the jar was due to close, approximately 100 of which is just one person submitting "GHOST" ten times
In this au, the fire extinguisher impact is a might bit more severe, so I can give Phoenix his forehead scar. This does mean that Maggey’s trial gets postponed on account of the defense’s head gushing blood from a nasty head wound.
Of course, coming back with bandages and more than a few missing screws does not faze the judge. This is not a court of law.
Idk dog I just like drawing my favorite guy getting hurt
From someone who’s definitely been in too many and would very much like a refund...ツ
⊹ Waiting rooms are emotional purgatory. They’re too bright, too quiet, and weirdly timeless. Fluorescent lights buzzing, TVs playing muted news no one watches, coffee that tastes like burnt stress. People aren’t relaxing in there, they’re just existing, awkwardly pretending their phones are interesting while dissociating at 40% battery.
⊹ Everyone talks in a whisper, but not because it’s respectful, no, it just feels wrong to speak normally. Like the walls might be listening, like if you talk too loud, something worse might happen, even the loud people get quiet in hospitals.
⊹ Overnight stays are hell. hospital chairs? medieval torture devices with upholstery. even if someone’s trying to nap next to a patient, they’re not sleeping. They’re half-listening to the symphony of beeping machines, nurse shoes squeaking, the occasional cough, and distant Code Something crackling over the intercom. it’s anxiety with a blanket.
⊹ The smell is unforgettable, like it’s not just antiseptic. it’s plastic and cafeteria meatloaf and sweat and fear and the smell of a place where people are very much not okay. the first time your character walks in, it’ll hit them like a wall. later, they might not even notice, or maybe it’s the only thing they can smell for days after.
⊹ Talking to doctors is a weird performance. You're trying to be calm, they’re trying to be calm. But no one is calm, your character wants to ask 47 questions and not sound desperate. The doctor explains things like they’re narrating a science video, and when they leave, someone will immediately go “wait... we forgot to ask” every. single. time.
⊹ Monitors beep constantly. half the time, it’s nothing. A wire got loose, someone rolled over. But the second it is something, the vibe shifts fast. Nurses appear like ghosts, machines start going off, and everyone starts moving. And your character? they might freeze, or panic, or forget they have lungs. Go with whatever makes sense for them, but make it visceral.
⊹ Time goes full funhouse mirror. Ten minutes waiting for test results feels like a year. A full hour stretches into eternity, meanwhile, three hours can pass without anyone realizing it. You can use this in your pacing, make it drag when the waiting is unbearable.
⊹ Hospital cafeteria food: Garbage. It’s either offensively bland or stupidly overpriced. The grilled cheese is six dollars and tastes like regret, and someone will 100% cry into a cold sandwich at 3am, because grief doesn’t care where you are.
⊹ People start fixating on tiny, random things. They can’t control the big stuff, so their brain zeroes in on a sock slipping off, a crooked IV pole, the repetitive drip-drip-drip of medication. Let them obsess over something small, it’s how the brain copes with being completely powerless...
Leader has to fight with their possessed team and ends up heavily injuried by their loved one
You have good taste, anon. Please enjoy <3
"It's alright."
• Masterlist •
Warnings: Sci-fi elements, mind control, knife, self-sacrifice, open ending.
Leader didn't believe in fate. With millions of people making countless choices every day, how could anything be predetermined?
Yet, sometimes, things felt destined.
In interviews, worst-case scenarios, or intense debriefings, Leader was always asked the same question: Would they fight their own team if it ever came to that?
Their answer was always the same: a determined yes.
It was Leader's biggest lie, and they didn't know how to cover it up.
The question was asked so often that Leader became convinced it would happen eventually. So, when it finally did, they couldn't tell if it was fate or if they had jinxed themselves.
When Leader first pulled the blueprints for the mission, they had to take a leap of faith. They had to believe their team's minds were strong enough to withstand any... outer forces. There was no way to know who would stand and who would fall, but their team was the most stubborn one. If they couldn't pull off the mission, no one could.
"I don't like this," Right Hand muttered.
"Stop being a doomster. We'll finally get Whumper. They'll be immobilized in that machine," Youngest chirped.
"That's what worries me. If Whumper is accepting such risks, the machine must be strong. What if..."
"I will deal with the 'what ifs'," Leader cut in. "But only if you want the mission. This can either put us at number one on the list or..."
"Or put KIA next to our names," Right Hand grumbled.
"You have so little faith in us," Teammate hummed.
"We should vote on this. As usual, I won't join. Now, who wants to go?" Leader ended the discussion.
Youngest, Teammate, and Tech outnumbered Right Hand and Medic.
Leader nodded, hiding their unease behind a mask of determination. The vote was decided, and there was no turning back now.
"Get ready," Leader commanded, glancing at their watch. "We leave in one hour."
The hour passed in a blur. Leader wasn't a pessimistic person, but they struggled to stay positive. The team gathered when they were checking the plan for the fifth time, their minds set.
They were going into the nest.
As they approached the target location, an abandoned industrial complex, the atmosphere grew tense. Right Hand glanced at Leader, worry etched on their face. Leader hated to see them like that. With a frown present, their friend looked older, more tired.
"Leader, are you sure about this?" they asked quietly.
Leader took a deep breath." Do you ask what I believe or what I think?"
Right Hand didn't answer.
A light headache began making itself known as they stood before the door. Their only advantage was their unexpected arrival, but when they stepped in, Whumper would be aware. The nest was almost like an extension of Whumper, which worried Leader to no end. But as long as they eliminated the enemy systematically, they would be fine.
So they began fighting. Leader gave order to use firearms first. If one of them got out of control, close combat would give them some time. A bullet wouldn't. Luckily, they avoided any loss when they took out the guards. Youngest began complaining about a headache, but it was only that, complaints.
When they took down the second wave, Tech wanted a break. Leader sent them back to the vehicle, not taking any risks. They could feel their own thoughts weighting down but still coherent and intact.
They didn't think of any other possibilities. Fear was the last thing they needed.
They cleared the base slowly, reaching to the heart of the complex. Leader was tired but standing, just like the others. And if they were so close to the machine and only getting a moderate headache, victory was theirs.
"I was expecting you," Whumper's almost mechanical voice sent a shiver down to Leader's spine. "You never fail to amuse me, Leader. Did you truly believe my power was limited to my people?"
Leader marched forward, banging through the last doors. There was Whumper, sitting in a giant machine, defenceless.
"This ends here. Now," Leader muttered to themselves. They cautiously stepped closer, the rest of the team rushing in after them.
"Enjoy your gift."
The machine grew louder.
Leader turned back immediately, about to shout their team leave, but pain, sharp and sudden, took over their thoughts. They whimpered, their vision so bright and empty, their face warm and knees aching. They didn't know how long it took, but they were in their knees once they opened their eyes, their nose bleeding.
The team was on the floor.
Leader quickly scrambled back to their feet, rushing over the closest one— Medic. But before Leader could shake them awake, Medic's eyes opened, empty.
"No," Leader forced out. The team slowly got back to their feet, movements stiff and unnatural. Leader didn't want to believe that was real.
But Medic's punch to their jaw was very, very real. Leader stumbled, their face throbbing. They wiped the blood on their nose, directly rushing for Whumper. They couldn't afford being sentimental.
Leader returned Medic's punch, knocking them out. They caught Right Hand's arm coming from their blind side— Leader didnt knoe if they felt proud that their friend was ysing a move they taught or horrified that they were the target. They twisted that arm slightly, but they failed to make the knife drop since they couldn't risk breaking Right Hand's arm.
Youngest caught Leader's waist, Teammate jumping on them. Leader struggled to stay upright but managed to dodge the knife that whipped the air. They walked backwards, slamming the two hanging on them to the wall. Their own body weight was enough to knock the duo, but Right Hand charged on them.
If Leader pulled aside, Right Hand would kill Teammate.
So Leader let it come. They didn't look down, they couldn't. But they pushed Right Hand back, ignoring the blooded knife falling.
Leader ran to Whumper, pulling the knife from their belt and aimed Whumper's heart. They outran Right Hand somehow, and within a matter of seconds, the machine shut down, Whumper's tense body falling to the floor.
Leader staggered, pain flaring at their side. They gasped, their vision darkening for a moment.
It was over.
Right Hand catched Leader before they hit the floor— or after, Leader couldn't follow. They could only take a sharp breath and close their eyes against the growing pain, consuming their thoughts.
"Leader— oh my, Leader I-I," Right Hand stuttered, or Leader heard only a part of it.
Leader forced their eyes to part, relaxing after seeing those eyes with tears. "It's alright," Leader muttered, their blooded hand reaching to Right Hand's face. "You didn't do it."
Whose blood was it? Whumper's? Their?
No, that wasn't important. As long as it wasn't from one of their teammates.
"Don't, uh. Just..." Right Hand searched for something. They tucked a fabric in Leader's hand, guiding Leader to press it somewhere between Leader's ribs and stomach. "Keep the pressure, okay. I— I will wake up the team and get you home."
"Don't... don't like bring o-ordered around," Leaded chuckled, but it hurt. They had to bite their lip to stop a scream.
"I know," Right Hand forced a smile and propped them against the machine. "I know."
Leader let out a grunt, not wanting to worry Right Hand more than they were, but also failing to keep the pain in. They tried to focus, but breathing was getting harder and harder.
Right Hand turned their back hesitantly, going to get the others back to their feet, starting with Medic.
Leader managed a faint smile, maintaining pressure despite their fading strength. After making sure that Right Hand wasn't panicking, they allowed their eyes to close for a moment. The team was safe, Whumper was gone. Nothing else mattered.
He didn’t realise what capture meant for his friend. For his never-smiling, always-glaring friend. His friend hid the fear so well. Hid it with sarcasm and long, trailing curses until their captor threatened to gag them.
When his friend spat in their captor’s face and was dragged away, he called out: “You can’t hurt them.”
And he believed it. They were iron-forged.
His friend didn’t come back for hours. Sometimes he could hear screams. Staccato, broken off screams, like they’d been cut off with a sharp blow.
When his friend was dropped to the cell floor—crimson hand-shaped smears left behind— the world snapped beneath his feet.
His friend couldn’t be—
That couldn’t be his friend.
Shoulders shaking as they sobbed? Their glare replaced with terror? No. No no nono—
Their captor came back for his friend. This time, he lunged against the chains. “Don’t fucking touch them!”
The screams came faster this time, dragging on and on and on.
He thought, if he could, he’d rip his ears off. If only to stop the screaming.
The bleeding screams. Open-mouthed horror. Why were the walls so thin?
His friend was kicked into the cell and they collapsed almost instantly. They didn’t move.
It was a long, quiet night.
In the morning, their captor laughed as they grabbed the bleeding shape that was their friend.
ok but a character silently deciding to sacrifice themselves / give themselves up to save a loved one and running into another self sacrificial character, or someone who's done or would do something similar for someone just as important. the character freezing at the door, thinking 'please don't stop me.' the other one looking straight at them, eyes softening after a moment that feels like eternity. and all that is said is "okay. please be safe."
Villain slams Hero against the wall, only for them to counter with a sharp kick to the shins.
"That's low," they wince, aiming a punch to Hero's cheek.
"Well you sure as hell deserve it." Their nemesis grits their teeth and tries to block their punch.
Villain grabs hold of Hero's wrist, and twists it harshly with a resounding crack. The shock of the pain has them momentarily dazed which gives their enemy enough time to slam them into the wall and stare straight into their light brown eyes.
Villain grins savagely. "Let's find out what goes on in that mind of yours. Hm?"
The easiest thoughts to access are always the most common ones. If they can get through those, they might be able to delve deeper into Hero's mind and find out about their past, their deepest secrets, anything that might be of good use to them. Their resistance is strong, and Villain has to use all of their energy to be able to break through.
They were not prepared for what they saw.
For all of Hero's snark and what Villain had mistook for confidence, their mind consisted heavily of the cruelest self-hate they'd ever seen.
"Your eye colour is boring. Your face is ugly. Your figure is not good enough."
"You're stupid. You mess up all the time. Too many mistakes, and you're too dim-witted to stop making them."
"Your friends only stick around because they don't want to hurt your feelings. You bore them. You talk too much and they have better things to do than listen."
"You are weak. Villain probably doesn't respect you enough to be afraid. You will never be enough. Never."
Their mind was sadistic. Beating them up for every mistake with crushing guilt, forcing them to rethink every argument that could've gone better and pointing out every imperfection, physical or moral, that you would only notice if you were scouring for faults.
And the rare times that Hero felt good about themselves, they were almost always getting praised by others.
Hero needed praise to believe that their self-inflicted mental beatings were wrong. It finally made sense why they were always exhausting themselves. It was as if their whole life was a repentance for simply existing. They wanted perfection. Expected it of themselves even.
Villain left their mind, gasping for air. It felt like they were being drowned. "H-how do you live like this?"
"Like what?" Hero cocks a confused brow, playing the fool.
"Hating every single thing about yourself. It's torture!" Their eyes widen, and they find themselves unconsciously resting a hand on their enemy's shoulder.
if i were houston and i found out i wasnt one of thr four kings i would have had a hollyleaf esque crashout and killed a random person in the. safehouse before running away into the woods and becoming a hermit for the rest of my few miserable years on earth and then i die of a brain eating amoeba infecting me because i drank the yucky smuck
my pet bats would then pick up my corpse and drop my shriveled body at the doorstep of the safehouse and the payday gang would feel so bad for me and theyd cook/eat my remains like a christmas ham out of pity
Love Character A calling Character B by a name they never use, fueled by emotion - whatever that emotion may be. Calling them by a nickname when they've always used the full name, to help them feel comforted or at ease. Vice versa, angry or panicked full naming makes it clear how serious this is. Characters who always refer to each other by last names getting close enough to be on a first name basis. Revealing they consider the other a parental figure by using a parental term for the first time. Revealing they know the hero or villain's identity by using their civilian name. Any of it, all of it
"Why is Jax afraid of corn?"
"It reminds him of the farm."
TADC episode 5 spoilers under the cut
With the revelation that Jax's friend, Ribbit, abstracted before Kaufmo, and that he is canonically afraid of corn, I've got a theory.
Jax's fear of corn comes from the Farm adventure, where Ribbit abstracted. Just by seeing the vegetable it reminds him of it...
You can also see I put his tail there as a jab to the theory that Jax lost his tail when Ribbit abstracted, since real life rabbits lose their tails due to trauma or injury.
I jus had a trancendent idea holy shit. Okay so Caine crashout right? Usually when character with massive power break, it’s shown as flames spilling out of them etc, bursts of energy— but with Caine he’s already very unleashed. So I feel like it would be more compelling if his crashout made everything grind to a halt instead.
Like, Caine having such a massive fucking breakdown the circus buffers and freezes. He’s screaming and it’s dead quiet, because nothing can move, including the players. They’re stuck there frozen as Caine freaks out, because his Big Stupid Emotions are tearing the circus up like confetti
it would speak to his isolation, to. When he screams for real he’s the only one screaming, because Caine can comprehend nothing else. You’re living in gods veins and he’s having a heart attack.
