It’s finally here! The Angeltober 2026 prompt list!
For new followers, if this is your first time seeing Angeltober, let me get you caught up: every year since 2020, I’ve been hosting an angel-themed prompt list event in October, similar to Inktober. And it's not just for illustrators—writers and other types of artists are welcome, too!! I usually post the lists in August so people (including myself) can plan.
This year, the prompts on this list were inspired by my upcoming novella [Wormwood’s Fall] which is releasing during Angeltober! That novella has strong botanical horror elements, so I chose words either directly from the novella or related in some way. The result was an intensely Gothic list with religious, botanical, and angel-related themes.
Please remember to tag me (@sancta-seraphina ) or the Angeltober blog (@angeltober ) to have your posts reblogged!
Like last year, some notes about Angeltober are under the cut—
FAQ:
I don’t draw, may I join in another way?
—YES! All human creators are welcome to use the prompts!
Can I use these for A.I.?
—This account is against A.I., but I can’t stop you from using the prompts. A.I. generated content may not be shared to the Angeltober IG highlight or blog.
Does it have to be angel-themed/biblically accurate?
—Nope! The prompts were made with angels in mind, but use them for whatever you like! And please design angels however you like.
May I use one of the earlier lists?
—Yes! You are more than welcome to use an older list or combine the lists.
Do I have to do all the prompts?
—Nope, you can do as many or as few prompts as you like!
Is NSFW allowed?
—NSFW posts may not be shared to the Angeltober IG highlight or blog if they contain uncensored material and/or offensive material.
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ADDITIONAL INFO:
As already stated, the prompts are inspired by Wormwood's Fall, but here's some more information about them:
The ‘Angel’s Trumpets’ prompt is about the flower genus this time, Brugmansia. I had a similar prompt last year about the seven angels with seven trumpets from Revelation.
A bonus fun fact for those who don’t know, flowers from the genus Datura are also known as ‘Devil’s Trumpets’. Both the Angel’s and the Devil’s Trumpets share the same family (Solanaceae), but are different genera and obviously species. The Angel’s Trumpets point downwards, looking at Hell, while the Devil’s Trumpets point upwards, looking at Heaven.
Many (but not all) of these words are taken from titles or themes in the book. Betas may recognize some of them from their read-through. Others were added into the book at the suggestion of betas, and then included in the list because they were excellent suggestions.
As usual, I've included multiple big words, since I get many comments about people loving that the Angeltober lists teach them new words. I decided to continue that tradition despite the book community drama around big words this year.
Did you ever just feel so lucky for knowing someone you met online? Like.. I was one click away from not following you. I was one second away from never even knowing of your existence.I would never have been this happy!!!...
Annie looked at the body, a single glassy eye staring up at her. It was already putrefying, the soft golds of the iris and patient black of the pupil faded to a milky white. The rest of the eye was shriveled and darkened, sunken deep into a dusky socket. The mouth hung open, pleas for a life to be spared still hung where the lips had shriveled away. She grimaced and looked away, staring into the overwhelming darkness of the void.
"DO YOU REGRET YOUR SINS?" A voice that was not Marco's came from the corpse.
Hesitantly, she gazed back at it. The eye was fixed sharply onto her. "I would do it all again." She answered coldly.
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I ASKED." Its jaw moved slowly, almost like a mocking version of the words it spoke.
"It doesn't matter how I feel. He's dead, now. Nothing will change that."
"THEN, WOULD YOU DO IT ALL AGAIN, OR WOULD YOU LET HIM LIVE?"
Ice crawled through her veins, she breathed hard, staring at the corpse. Something thick and cold crawled over her, it dripped off of her like blood.
"YOU CANNOT ESCAPE UNTIL YOU FACE YOUR SINS." The corpse's jaw moved in a circle, like it was chewing on the words. "YOU MUST ANSWER TO THE WRATH YOU CREATED."
She screamed.
x~x
Hitch was at a loss for what to do in this moment. First, the crystal Annie was in suddenly melts, and now she's seizing violently on the floor, while puking blood and chunks of… meat?
"A little help down here?!" Hitch shouted. "The crystal melted!!"
Marco breathed hard, it was taking everything within him to not scream out or cry uncontrollably. There was something, he didn't know how to put it into words, something was really wrong. His body, his skin-
Something was very, very wrong.
It was his arm, and the right side of his face, they didn't feel right. Well, they didn't feel at all. Both were completely numb, he couldn't express the right side of his face, or move his right eye. It only ever stared directly forwards, and blinked on its own. His arm was also numb, and almost seemingly paralyzed. But it wasn't paralyzed, it moved on its own. Like it had a mind of its own, like it belonged to someone else.
He was going to be discharged. He knew this. His dreams of joining the Military Police were completely dashed, all because part of his body had suffered a strange sort of paralysis. He couldn't remember what happened, it was all a blur of pain and fever. They had found him alone in the ruins of Trost, feeding off his dead comrades. Because of the severe illness he suffered, they decided not to charge him with cannibalism.
It was only thanks to the urging of Reiner and the others that the higher ups had reluctantly decided to let Marco have another chance. A series of physical tests and exams to determine his fitness for the military. He was certain he would fail. He didn't know how he was going to operate ODM gear with only one functioning arm.
Still, that arm. His face.
He wanted to rip them off. They weren't his. It wasn't his skin, his flesh. It was a parasite, it was eating into him, taking over his body. He needed to get them off, get it out. Get it out. GET IT OUT.
Vaguely Marco realized that he had started screaming. He was clawing at his own face and eye, trying to rip them away. The others held him down while Eren fetched the medic. Marco tried to get them to understand, they just needed to understand, it wasn't him. It's not his arm, it's not his face! It's not him! It's NOT.
"It's going to be okay, Marco. Just hold still."
He continued to scream as they flipped him onto his stomach, something cold and wet brushed his thigh, and then there was a pinch. Dizziness overtook him, he gripped at anything within reach, Jean took his hand. The arm twitched, its fingers spasming.
The first rule of fandom is have fun. The second rule of fandom is find an enabler and become an enabler. Yes you should write that fic. What if it was even hornier? What if it was angstier? What if you wrote it just for me?
There's lots of problems with USA public education but also a lot of you were just drawing Naruto characters kissing while your history teacher tried to tell you about the Scramble for Africa
They should make an anime about major history events actually. That way people could still ship the characters and be forced into accidentally learning things
the human brain loooooves to give you an incredibly intense urge to create ONLY when you are in too much pain and/or too busy to make art. so sick and twisted
