#Inktober day 4 drowsy

[pigeon-tracks]

Day 4 of @bluebellofbakerstreet's Inktober; Drowsy

How do you stay awake on a stakeout? Read a book maybe

jk it's not helping

[4thelneyj0nes]

Late + going backwards BUT Inktober 2023 Day 4: Drowsy

Late nights at Scotland Yard

Using @bluebellofbakerstreet’s inktober prompts

[aljedd]

Inktober day 4 from @bluebellofbakerstreet’s list

Prompt: drowsy

Post case cuddles. Dunno how Sherlock finds that remotely comfortable lol

Once again I’m trying out new art styles (using inktober to experiment and practice) so please be nice!

[hero2222]

Inktober day 17-Sleepover!

Lumina Starfall: The Dreamweaver

Overview:

Lumina Starfall, widely known as the Dreamweaver, is a mystical being dedicated to bringing peaceful slumber to the world. With her extraordinary abilities in sleep and dream manipulation, Lumina ensures that the innocent can rest undisturbed while protecting them from the shadows that haunt the realm of dreams.

Abilities:

1. **Sleep and Dream Manipulation:** Lumina possesses the power to weave and shape dreams, creating serene and restful experiences for those in need. She can delve into the dreams of others, offering solace and comfort to troubled minds. She can also put most to sleep with a snap of her fingers.

2. **Sleep Dust Manipulation:** Lumina can control a unique substance known as "sleep dust." This magical material resembles sand but is incredibly soft. It can be molded into various forms, including strong structures and objects. Moreover, sleep dust has the remarkable effect of inducing drowsiness in others, even those who don't require sleep.

3. **Teleportation:** Lumina can instantly transport herself to any location, allowing her to swiftly respond to calls for help and safeguard the sleep of those in danger.

4. **Flight:** With the grace of a dream, Lumina can effortlessly soar through the night sky, patrolling the realm of dreams and ensuring that every corner is protected.

Mission:

Lumina Starfall's mission is to protect the innocent and ensure they experience restful sleep, free from nightmares and disturbances. She combats the forces that threaten peaceful slumber, bringing her unique blend of magic and compassion to those in need.

Personality:

Lumina is gentle yet determined, embodying a sense of tranquility that calms those around her. Her empathetic nature drives her to help others, and her unwavering courage makes her a formidable guardian of dreams.

[juliettelime]

inktober 2019 week 1 (following @/lumaruu’s witch prompt on ig with my ocs) ~

day 1: prophecy (sairo) day 2: warm (flaire) day 3: delight (drif t.) day 4: herb (mikel) day 5: insight (esha) day 6: drowsy (reiko) day 7: forget (hayley)

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[0004-hargreeves]

Inktober, but With Words, Day 4: Death

I thought I'd join in 4 days late with a story for @totallyevan's TUA thing even though it's the 5th but whatever :) Enjoy!

I'll edit in a 'read more' option later when I'm not on mobile lol.

Summary: The story of the time Klaus first tried drugs to suppress the voices in his head.

Warnings: drugs, drug use, mentions of death, overdose, swearing

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Klaus was...an interesting person, to say the least. He always tried to do the right thing. When he was 5 he stole 3 baby birds and their nest because he believed he could take better care of them than their mother.

Father didn't allow him to keep the babies though, and made him take the nest back where he found it.

He couldn't reach the branch, and being the stubborn child he was, he didnt want to ask Diego or Luther or even Five for help. He didn't need it. He never needed it.

So, he left it at the bottom of the tree, unaware that it wasnt the place for delicate babies, and where they were was only rewarding the predators.

That was his first tango with the dead, finding the dead birds a couple of days later after sneaking out.

The second time was only 5 years later. Klaus was 10, and he'd been locked in the mausoleum by father twice now.

He never truly got over it, no matter how many times he'd been in there. It still scared him shitless.

He'd realized eventually that the door was unlocked the whole time, and that father had been using his fear to make him afraid of trying to escape on his own.

He pushed open the door and slowly walked out, sighing in relief.

He just had to be back before father came back, and he'd be none the wiser.

Klaus took a stroll downtown, keeping his head low so no one would recognize him, eventually ducking in to an alley to circle back to the mausoleum.

"Hey there, kid. You look like you should relax a bit."

Klaus whirled around and saw a man with wild hair and a toothless grin. He was sitting on the ground of the alley, several bags of white power around him. When he didnt reply, the man spoke again.

"I got some magical stuff, boy. All your worries will melt away. No charge for your first time." He smiled, a crazed, stoned look in his eyes.

"W-what kind of stuff?" Klaus asked, his curiosity piqued. He was desperate to get the voices out of his head, if the man was telling some truth.

"All kinds of stuff!" The man laughed, throwing his gloves hands out from his side. "I got heroin, cocaine, weed, ecstasy, acid, you name it! I take it you wanna try?"

Klaus nodded, unsure what all those names were. He stretched out his shaking hand and the man pressed a bag of white powder into it.

"You'll want to snort that one." The man said, pressing one finger to the side of his nose. Klaus walked away, opening the bag.

He noticed it smelled quite bitter, like vinegar, and he reached a hand in and ran it through his fingers.

He grasped the bag shut and took off, running back to the mausoleum for when father returned.

Slipping in the heavy door, Klaus took a seat on the floor, trying to ignore the ghosts screaming his name in horror, begging him to help them.

His hands shook as he emptied the contents on the floor, taking a dollar bill he found on the street and rolled it up. He was terrified, but maybe, just maybe, this stuff could help him.

He bent down and took a quick sniff, wincing as the drugs went through his nose and into his system.

The ghosts were still there.

He decided to try again, this time taking a bigger sniff, and again, and again, getting angrier and angrier that nothing was working.

He started to feel drowsy suddenly, but he could hear the screams of the ghosts fade away into nothing.

He felt happy, excited that it finally worked.

Then, his heart slowed, as did his breathing. He felt sick and lightheaded, and he began coughing uncontrollably. He crawled over to the wall, scared and confused.

What the fuck was happening? He vomited on the floor, leaning heavily on the wall as his eyes drooped and he drifted into darkness, the pain and nausea floating away.

Klaus died for the first time that day. He overdosed on heroin without truly understanding that he did.

But he came back. He came back with a jerk, gasping for air and frantically trying to get his bearings.

He was still in the mausoleum, on the floor with a puddle of his vomit beside him. He didnt understand what happened. He didnt remember everything that happened in the last hour, which is what he guess was the amount of time that passed.

Father hadn't returned, from the look of things, and Klaus was grateful. He could get rid of the drugs on the floor and pretend that he never went out there, he never got any drugs, he never died.

That's when he realized that the voices and the ghosts were gone.

They were silent, they're weren't there. They worked. The drugs actually worked!

Klaus laughed humourlessly. He couldnt believe it! The old man told the truth. All his problems dissapeared.

He told himself than the drugs would wear off though, and he began to feel scared. He didnt want to see them again. He couldn't.

Father came about two hours later and was impressed with how calm Klaus was.

He didn't know that it was only because of the drugs.

After that day, Klaus went out almost every Sunday on their days off from training to go out and buy a weeks worth of drugs from different sellers on the street.

He made sure to only take enough that the ghosts would be gone, to avoid another accidental overdose.

Of course, it happened a couple more times, with him waking up with a start every time.

He wouldn't find out until he was 29 and at a rave that all those times had been God giving him second and third and fifteenth chances to get his life straight.

[iknaq]

Day 9 - Campfire

Well, here we go. My Day 9 of Dragon Age Inktober, only a few months and days late.

Mentions of drug use and sexual overtones.

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“Sing for me?”

“Again? We need to sleep, my dear.”

“Please, Leli...sing for me again...”

Sariah closed her eyes and leant against the log, listening to Leliana sing a soft lullaby. The warmth of the fire radiating over her face and the dulcet tones making her just a bit drowsy. Lately, it was one of the few things that helped her unwind at the end of the day and she knew Alistair was having trouble as well, the dreams drawing dark circles under their eyes. Tomorrow they would be in Denerim to start the Landsmeet and everything would change again but for tonight it seemed the eye of the storm, calm with the stars shining a bit brighter before the world burned. Tilting her head up and glancing around at her companions with hooded eyes.

She couldn't help but frown at the soft giggles from Sura coming out of Alistair's tent out at the edge of the camp. She'd spoken with both of them about the importance of the Landsmeet and how things might get complicated, given Alistair's lineage, but it seemed they were not as worried. Sighing and letting out a breath...let them have tonight for who knew if there might be a tomorrow.

It was hard to miss the slight edge of disappointment and irritation coming off of Zev and Sten, rolling her eyes a bit. Zevran flirted like he breathed and obviously had had eyes for da'lath'in but she was slightly surprised when the stoic Qunari began calling Sura his kadan. Watching as they sat there in their own thoughts before looking around camp further.

Wynne was already resting, Dog was off snuffling in the bushes, Bodahn and Sandal were asleep, and only the Creators knew what Morrigan was up to.

Pulling out a roll of elfroot and lighting it when Leli was sweet enough to start another song, taking in the herb with deep relaxing breaths before passing it off when Zev motioned for it. Head lolling back and looking up at Leliana standing there as she finished the song, smiling softly and reaching a hand out, rubbing at her leg tenderly. Sariah couldn't help but grin slightly when Leliana flushed at the contact.

“That was perfect, thank you...shall we?”

She nodded at the others before crawling into her own tent, smiling when she felt her lover's delicate hands come around and start to unfasten the Warden armour. Chuckling when Leliana rubbed her hands over her shortened hair, leaning back into her touch before setting her armour aside, turning to look at her love.

When they came to this land with their brother, there was no way Sariah or Sura could have ever guessed where things would go and now here they were...fighting a Blight...

“Stop, none of that...let me help you. I can't do this without you and I am not ready to give this up.”

Sariah had yet to figure out how Leli always seemed to taste of sunshine, cutting her off from further talking, cupping her face and deepening the kiss with a satisfied purr. The elfroot had relaxed her just enough to make the sensations heightened - trembling at the cool night air contrasted against the warm soft skin as she nibbled down Leliana's neck.

“Come, my little nightingale...let me really make you sing...”

Prompt List

Day 1 - The Warden

Day 2 - Hawke

Day 3 - The Inquisitor

Day 4 - Main Romance - DA:O

Day 5 - Main Romance - DA2

Day 6 - Main Romance - DA:I

Day 7 - Loss

Day 8 - Favorite Concept Art