#and will continue to do so after inktober

[alloru]

this adorable oc Marion belongs to @starstorm74 here on tumblr!!

drawing her was an experience, I tell you! the character design is very ethereal, with many soft colours and intricate patterns, which kind of sort of intimidated me from drawing her at first!

once I eventually put my mind to it, it wasn't all that terrifying however!! the only thing I regret is not leaving more space for her in the bigger multiattack. but well, there is always another year!

have a kind next 24 hours!!

[crow-stars]

❝ONCE UPON A DREAM❞

❦summary; dreams are wonderful things, the thing we escape to when the waking world gets to burdensome. some dreams, however, give us hints in the future ♪the characters in this story; prefect!gn!reader, malleus draconia ✎word count; 809 ❀what do the ghosts say?; ambiguous, lots of dream talk, very short i won't lie, kind of rushed, reader appears at the end ☛the author's notes; i haven't written in a bit and then suddenly decide to do inktober i am the perfect writer ever /hj ☪look at the catalogue?

Malleus didn’t often have the time to engage in things other than what he was told to do. Stuck in a castle all the time left him with little to do, and what he was able to find interest in would sometimes become a bore soon enough. 

So, when the fae prince fell asleep, dreams tended to be his only escape. Of course, most of these dreams were either nonsensical or unable to be deciphered once he woke up. But it didn’t matter when many of the feelings from said dreams carried on after Malleus woke up. 

One of the types of dreams that would stick out to him were the familiar ones. Not ones that retold the events of the day, but the ones that he barely remembers when he wakes up. It’s the ones that he only remembers when in the waking world, the ones that make him pause and feel like he’s lived through these events before. At first, it was weird for Malleus, and he wanted to find an explanation for this weird occurrence. 

Though there was only so much Malleus could do before he would be pulled back into the duties of studying and learning. With those obstacles in the way, Malleus eventually relented with just allowing his dreams to be. Whenever he got that familiar sense of deja vu, Malleus would pocket the event away in his mind and carry on with what he was doing. 

However, there was this one dream that Malleus could never forget and always left him yearning for more, even when he was younger. A dream with someone that he could barely remember, but could make his heart feel both heavy and full once he woke up. It was the type of dream that made Malleus yearn for something that he couldn’t reach for, or maybe haven’t experienced yet.

The dream would always start somewhere warm, filled with sun, somewhere that was beautiful and made Malleus feel so at peace. Then he would wander around for a bit before meeting with someone and wandering around with that person. Sometimes they would talk about things he doesn’t remember, sometimes they would sit together and do activities. The dream would end with a scene where he was standing somewhere cold, yet could only feel happy. Then Malleus would wake up and the images his head had built would fade away. 

Malleus would only continue to have dreams such as this until he slowly stopped having dreams. Lilia had told him it was a consequence of growing up, slowly not being able to have dreams anymore. It made Malleus aghast at such a thing and he hated it, oh he hated it. But he had to accept it eventually, as the dreams that he loved having so much slowly began to disappear from Malleus’ nights, especially that warm dream that Malleus held so close to his heart. That too soon faded away like dust and left Malleus only with the emotions he could cling to. 

After that, dreams would be a rare occurrence for the fae, if any happened at all. They were fleeting and barely able to grasp. The dreams that felt familiar to Malleus were also rare as well and only the ones of the past stayed to be fulfilled. Except that one dream. 

It wasn’t until Malleus became a junior at Night Raven College that the last dream could come to fruition. 

On a particular night, when Malleus was out wandering during the night and aiming to explore his favorite abandoned building, instead of serene silence and the feeling of solitude, there was a human there, standing outside of the building that once was a dorm, looking up at the stars with an almost solemn expression. 

At first, they didn’t notice him, just staring up into the starry sky. When they did, however, they jumped in surprise with a shocked cry leaving past their lips. It almost gave Malleus a chuckle. He inquired about why a human was at the abandoned building and getting the answer that they were living there. Pity. It was one of his favorite spots to explore. The human then asked about Malleus’ identity, a light smile on their lips as they awaited his answer. 

It gave Malleus pause, seeing the sight before him. 

It was cold, yet... there was a sense of warmth that bloomed in his chest. He had to pause for a moment, think for a bit, before he responded. He told the human to call him what they wish, and lamenting just a bit about how the dorm they lived in could no longer be called abandoned before disappearing in a flurry of fireflies. 

It was a night cut short for Malleus, unfortunately. But, that sense of deja vu washed over him. And that night, for once, Malleus dreamed again.

[tfrarepairing]

RARE PAIRING FEST 2023!

GREETINGS GENTLEBEINGS!! AFTER THE CONTINUED SUCCESS OF OUR PREVIOUS EVENTS, THE TRANSFORMERS RARE PAIRING COMMUNITY IS PLEASED TO PRESENT:

RARE PAIRING FEST 2023!!

Rare Pairing Fest is a now-annual event we host, with the goal of getting more of our favorite Transformers rare pair content out into the universe! Like many other fandom prompt fests, this is going to be a “we give the prompt, you bring the pairing” fest. Create more of what you (or you two closest friends, lol) want to see in the universe!

This year’s event will run from October 15-28, 2023! There will be 28 prompts (two for each day) with seasonal themes. This year, to spice it up, we’ll also have a bonus “sub-theme” for each week that you can work in if you like.  Not doing so won’t affect whether or not you get participation banners, it’s just a fun extra challenge. 

The prompt list is broken down by day, and posted below. You create your work and then post to Twitter, Tumblr, Dreamwidth and/or Pillowfort on the correct day. All participants will get a participation graphic, and anyone who makes a fill for all 14 days will get a special prize! There are no minimums or maximums for this event and ALL content types are accepted (including photos & hand crafts!) Also, all ratings are accepted, but please tag appropriately! And don’t forget the #2023TFRarePairingFest tag! ALSO, if you’re participating in another event (Inktober, LLFest, etc) please feel free to double dip your pieces! (No one has enough time in the day to create two or three or more pieces and Mod eerian will never expect you to! OCtober is the only event this doesn’t apply to, alas, since TF Rare Pairing only deals in canon characters.) 

Now, the prompts:

Week One Bonus Theme: Minibots

October 15: The Matrix // Underworld

October 16:  Hurricane // Nothing But Blue Skies

October 17:  Trust // Failure

October 18:  I Want to Know What Love Is // Falling Away From Me

October 19:  Dancing // On the Couch/Sofa

October 20:  Afterlife // No Time Like the Present

October 21:  Worth Saving Me // Broken Wings

Week Two Bonus Theme: Praxian Crystal

October 22:  Crisp Fall Air // Summer’s Last Heat

October 23:  A Day in Town // A Night in the Country

October 24:  Insects // Animal

October 25:  Stuffed Toys // Tables and Chairs

October 26:  Break Up, Make Up // For All Eternity

October 27:  Ghost Town // Raining Life

October 28: End of the Road // Starting for Home

(Prompt graphic by hours_gone_by)

[john-kramers-left-sock]

Inktober Day 6: Golden

Pairing: John Kramer x Reader

Sfw

(I want to do bloody stuff but at the same time I've been desperate for comfort stuff, so here's some sweetness)

The golden hour. The time just after sunrise or before sunset when light is infused with red and gold tones. There was something so soft about this time of day, so distant from the hell that reality really was. When the room was bathed in golden light, and the world was silent, if only for a moment.

As the sun began to rise, you stepped out of your room. The sun shown softly through the windows of the old warehouse, through the rafters and just touching the concrete floor. Your slippers made a soft padding noise as you made your way to that familiar workshop.

John sat at his desk, as always he was tinkering away at his next game. Planning everything down to the last detail, leaving no room for error. He didn't notice your arrival, too caught up in his own work.

"Darling," you call out to him, standing behind his chair. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you begin to massage them gently. A loving touch that was sure to break the man out of his trance. "Did you work all night again?"

"Indeed I did," John spoke after a moment of thought, glancing to the clock on his right. It was now 6am, much later than he had planned being up. His tired eyes squint in the morning sun, as if just recognizing the solar rays. "I'm sorry, dear. I got caught up with work."

"Come on now, stand up. Did you take your pills?" You watch John shake his head, making you sigh. You help him out of his chair and up into the light. Your arms wrap around him, and your head is on his shoulder. For a moment, the two of you stop, just embracing each other in the morning light. "I'm worried about you. Your health is bad enough as it is. You need to take care of yourself"

"I know. Don't worry. It will all work out the way it should. I promise," John's raspy voice mumbled into your hair as he pressed a kiss to your head. He holds you in a soft hug, not having the energy to do much more. His fingers run through your hair gently, treating you like you're delicate, made of porcelain. "You know I love you, right?"

"I know. I love you too. I always will," a smile appears on his face as you say this. Pulling back slightly, you press your lips to his in a kiss. The two of you stand under the golden light, sharing an intimate moment before life must continue on, no matter how hard.

[bad268]

Castle (Oscar Piastri X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Day 14 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: language lol.

Pronouns: You/your

W.C. 370

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Writing Inktober 2023 Materlist

~~(^Google/ABC)

It was, for once, a nice day in Melbourne. In all honesty, it could have been worse for October with it just coming out of winter. It was starting to warm back up, and today was the first sunny day of the season. What better way to spend the day than at the beach while your boyfriend had a gap week before his next race?

“Come on Oscar!” You shouted, taking off to find the ‘perfect spot’ where there weren’t too many people but still close enough to the water.

“We’re gonna be here all day,” He chuckled, grabbing the chairs and cooler from the back of his car. He looked up, trying to find you, but you had already disappeared. “Just leave me to carry everything, why don’t ya.”

“I didn’t leave you,” You said, coming up behind him from the other side of the car to grab a chair and a bucket. You moved them both into one arm, so you could hold Oscar’s hand as you both walked down to the sand. “I’m not that mean.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” he teased as he pulled you over to a vacant area. He decided to continue the joke, “Does this meet your impossible standards?”

“I don't know,” you dragged out, inspecting the sand. “I don't think this ratio of water to sand is good enough for my sand castles.”

“If I take the bucket and get you water, will it be sufficient?” He asked, trying not to break but failing miserably as his face broke into a huge smile.

“You will be my honorary water boy?” You perked up, accidentally dropping the chair and bucket in the process.

“Can I be like your knight or something since I’m helping with the castle?” He tried to push as he set the cooler and other chair down, so he could wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into his chest. 

“You’ve got a deal, my knight in orange armor,” You patted his chest as you took off toward the water

“Hey, you said you liked these swim trunks!” He retorted, running after you.

“They make you look like a fucking highlighter from the waist down, baby!”

~~~~~

© BAD268 2023. DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION.

[liptonsbabe]

Blood all along

Eugene Roe x fem! reader

Inktober "Snow"

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, war, the usual in this fandom(?.

a/n: well hello! This is a little something that I did for the inktober! I'm not an artist but I thought it would be cute to write a few fics for our favorite boys on this month! Hope you like it!

Btw English is not my frst language so tell me if something's wrong

ofc this is based on the hbo series and the actors who portray the characters, no disrespect for the real heroes!

You hissed in pain as you disinfected the wound on your leg. You were lucky, the bullet had only grazed your skin and the only thing you had to deal with was trying to stop the bleeding that was staining the snow beneath you red.

Bastogne was being a complete nightmare, the air support that arrived a few days ago was not enough and the battalion's medical team was having serious problems helping all the wounded men.

Having to digging in right along the line and repel the German attacks was the worst moment of the war so far and having lost so many soldiers in such a short time was a very strong blow for everyone.

Malarkey, Muck, Penkala and you were inseparable since Toccoa and losing two of your best friends in the same night was so painful for you, especially cause you trained so hard to become a doctor and still couldn't do anything for them. Don talked to you right after what happened, making sure you were okay, but the truth was that he was just or worse affected than you were, and even if Donald Malarkey always knew what to say to lift others' spirits, at that moment the words were stuck on his lips. The only thing he could do was stay by your side, silent and holding your hand tightly.

Everyone in the company noticed your change in attitude after Muck and Penkala's death. Somehow you turned lonely, quiet, and your hands shook when you were near the soldiers' wounds, something that didn't go unnoticed by Eugene Roe, who asked you to step away from the line for a while and try to forget everything that had happened in the last few days.

But forgetting was impossible. Even if your friends hadn't died, you could never forget the warm, viscous feeling of blood on your hands, the smell of gunpowder filling the air or the screams of pain you heard every day, at every second. Now, every time you closed your eyes, the images of the wounded soldiers appeared among a dark cloud that slowly grew bigger and bigger, trying to choke you.

You hissed again, the cold making the wound on your exposed leg sting terribly. You took some alcohol from your backpack and soaked the gauze with it to disinfect the bullet graze. You smiled a little, remembering how you had gotten hurt.

If you had found the third battalion sooner, Babe wouldn't have fallen into that Kraut's foxhole and you wouldn't have to run through the woods with gunfire hot on your heels. It was kind of fun tho, but your leg was swollen like hell.

You heard footsteps approaching your position and without thinking twice you grabbed the knife that you always carried on your belt. You waited for the shadow to become clearer in the snow to attack, but then you recognized the silhouette and relaxed your body.

Eugene walked towards you slowly. His nose was red from the cold and his hands were hidden in the pockets of his uniform. You put the knife aside and continued cleaning the blood. Eugene sat in front of you, noticing the red snow under your feet.

“(Y/N), you're hurt.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“Wait, I'm gonna help you,” he said and rushed to examine the swelling on your leg. You pushed him away “You should've come to me sooner.”

"It wasn't necessary. Don't worry, the bullet didn't hit me. At least not completely. Plus, I'm a doctor too, remember? I can take care of this by myself.”

"Doesn't matter. I wish you'd let me check you properly. Edward told me what happened.”

"Who?" You frowned, not understanding who he was referring to. Then you remembered that Eugene never called anyone by his nickname “Uh, Babe.”

“Yeah.”

“I asked him not to do it, I didn't want you to worry.”

“Well, no matter what happens, I will always worry about you” then he removed your hands from the wound and took the gauze carefully. Roe cleaned your wound and took the time to check that it was indeed a simple bullet graze. He put some ointment on it and blew on your swollen leg for a couple of seconds. You sighed cause the air from his mouth felt like a kiss on your skin and relieved the burning momentarily. You admired the firmness of his hands and the way the blood no longer scared him. He pulled a bandage out of his jacket and started wrapping it around your leg.

“Eugene, how can you stand it?”

He looked up for a second while continuing to manipulate the bandage. “What d'you mean?”

"I mean this. Still standing after everything that has happened."

Eugene stopped. His fingers rested on your bandaged leg and he thought hard for several seconds. He looked at you and could see how broken and tired you were.

"I pray. Sometimes"

“There must be something else” You sniffled, wanting to stop the tears. Eugene sighed, “Something that makes you feel like it's worth staying here.”

“I think there is always something good at the end of the road. I think that… beyond this forest, beyond this frozen hell… there's something that gives purpose to what we are doing. And I hold on to the thought that everything I love will be there when I come back” he said and caressed your cheek “And maybe, with a little luck, I can convince you to come home with me” You laughed through your tears and Eugene squeezed your hand gently. “I'm sorry about Muck and Penkala. I know you feel guilty for not being able to help them, but I'm convinced that they believed firmly in you, and that if it had been different, you'd be there, trying 'til the very end.

Your tears were uncontrollable and Eugene hugged you tightly, he let your pain come out of your chest and let your tears be carried away by the heavy snow that fell from the sky. Roe stroked your hair and kissed the top of your head.

“Everything's gonna be okay and i promise you that I'm gonna take you home,” he whispered in your ear. “I promise, (Y/N), I do promise.”

[norruanna]

It's a little late, but I'm going back to paint the Inktober

⭐ Day 4 - Dodge

After the timeskip of the main story, during the period when Dovahkiin already appears, the lives of the main characters will change drastically.

Liamira will lose her ability to use any magic (she thinks so), and Lorrilir will return to the Thalmor. During the Skyrim Civil War, Thalmor establishes an embassy and continues to fulfill the White-Gold Concordat, which involved pursuing the honors of Talos. As hard as it is for him, he begins following Liamira and pressuring her to renounce her worship of Talos because he doesn't want to kill her. He's been relayed information that she no longer has the ability to do magic, so she's not dangerous, but she's traveling with Tibilla (my Dovahkiin), who is rumored to be "inadequate".

In one such skirmish, when Lorr's squad managed to catch Lia, she unexpectedly releases a pillar of fire, thus hitting Lorr and leaving a large burn on his face.

Actually, I knew right away what to draw for this day - burn scars - because he was unable to deflect her blow, continuing to believe and love her.

I'm sorry if I wrote something wrong 🙏

[vomitlover-art]

Art Summary 2023 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Last new years i got really down because every artist I knew was doing year recaps. I decided to avoid that this year, I was gonna try to draw at least one thing every month. I was able to do it thank gosh gdkjfnghjf.

I wasn't able to do an excellent piece every month- sometimes just a sketch. Maybe that should be goal 2024? I'll try to make a really good piece every month.

Here is my favorite art of every month. Thank you for enjoying my art this year aaaaaaaaa thanku thanku aaaaaaaaa

January

Didn't start off strong really. Best thing I did this month was a sketchpage of Q. The campaign she's in started in January and has been going strong since =w=

February

I couldn't design between the two aack. The first was a lil sketch I did when I first started dating Cam. She said she wanted to watch me draw and I couldn't think of anything, so I just started putting together something mechanical aack. You can tell I kinda got tired after just drawing the head .-.

Second was when I was still super into Bocchi. Still am, just haven't drawn any fanart in a while gkfdjhnjgff.

March

"Recipes for Strawberry Jam" was my absolute favorite thing to work on all year I think. This specific page took so long but it all worth it. It was my first serious foray into making a comic, using color, and trying out weird perspectives and I think it worked out so well. I'm really hoping to do more soon =w=

April

This is around the time I switched my sketch paper to a more grey-color rather than a yellow-ish tone aack. I later switch it again to stark white. Road Queen~

May

I drew one (1) thing in May. May is always the worst part of the year aaaa. It starts to get hot again and because I live in the desert that means that life is suddenly unbearable and I have to Deal with all of that.

June

Ultravex! Everyone loves Ultravex =w=

One of the best xenobiology pieces I put together aack. I love designing animals that are fucked up and horrible.

July

Thricefold Judged.

August

Another sketch month. Summer sucks aa

September

Sketch this month, all in prep for Inktober \o/

October

It's hard to pick a fave for inktober, but it's probably the Lavender piece =w=

It was really calming and nice to take my time and work out individual details. I feel weird describing my own art gkjdnhfj I just. liked this one aaa

November

I made a lot of Maleghast necros this month. Was a little sad I didn't get more comms for Deadsouls Necros. It was my favorite one to make ghkfjdhnjgf

December

I was really happy to be able to make a necromancer for the Archivists homebrew house aack. I honestly didn't draw much in Decemeber except for. A lot of vent art I'd rather not share and nsfw art I don't wanna share aack. Almost fumbled it all at the end aaa

This was the first year I made like, any significant living off of commissions. I hope to continue growing next year. Thank you sincerely for following me. It's a little... nerve wracking, but I'm glad to have people aack. I'd like to keep working like this- making art on commissions and ko-fi supporters, and everything helps. It's always been my dream to scrape a living from my art, so, thank you. aaaaaaa

[blessyourhondahurley]

Suptober day 7 – How Could I Forget?

Cas shows Dean something that brings it all back...

Suptober prompt: Black Cat Flufftober Prompt: Porch swing Fictober Prompt: “Do you recognize this?” Inktober Prompt: Drip

I guess because Suptober is shortened this year, I am already hitting my mid-event slump where I hate everything I write and have no ideas that excite me for any of the prompts lol. So today is basically a "push" that will be concluded(?) tomorrow...

(Read on AO3)

It took three times as long as he'd thought it would, but Dean finally managed to track down and patch the chronic drip from the shower drain. After a combination test drive/celebratory leak-free shower (which also happened to cleanse him of all the sweat and dust he'd accumulated while digging through the pipes in their crawlspace), he went to find Cas to tell him the good news.

He wasn't in the kitchen, wasn't in his study, wasn't in any of his usual haunts downstairs or out back. Just as he was starting to worry that his husband had taken off somewhere without letting him know, he heard a distinctive squeak outside the front door.

Cas was in their porch swing, rocking so slowly that only the soft creak of wood against nail betrayed the motion. Licorice, the little black cat who'd adopted them a few years back was curled up beside him. Dean nudged her over to make a spot for himself. She cracked open one yellow eye and made a little “eh” noise at him, then sighed back to sleep.

He settled in next to his husband and pecked a kiss to his cheek. “Hey sunshine, whatcha doin'?”

“Do you recognize this?” Cas asked, handing over a piece of yellowing paper.

“Holy shit, babe,” Dean murmured. “You kept this?”

Continued here...

[such-a-daydreamer]

Haha so like, I was originally gonna post the inktober stuff one by one like everyone else is but like, I forgor :/

FIRST WEEK OF INKTOBERTALE!!

Just know that like, it is a lot. So continue under the cut if you wanna see my absolute shitter of an art dump

//-------Day One-------//

Prompt: Ink (warm up)

The second one was more of a warm up really, I just wanted to get myself in the mood. Especially love that fell drawing in the corner.

//--------Day 2--------//

Prompt: Pumpkin carving

Yes. Yes that is error and ink kissing on the pumpkin.

//--------Day 3--------//

Prompt: Medicine

Hehehe my original idea was to have ink covered in colourful splotches and be on the floor and have the medicine be his like vials. I ended up thinking "that's too easy" so that turned into him wearing one of those sexy nurse outfits then I made a last minute decision to NOT do that

//--------Day 4--------//

Prompt: honey

Little to say about this, other than I love him a lot💕💕

//--------Day 5--------//

Prompt: Theatre play

Yeah the caption says enough.

//--------Day 6--------//

Prompt: Stickers

Yeah I uh, forgot that this whole thing was like a pun on inktober and y'know the character ink and this whole thing is called inktobertale, derailed a lil bit but 'm gonna get back on track after this I swear😭

//--------Day 7--------//

Prompt: Gingham

Yeah I basically know my ass to my elbow when it comes to textiles and stuff like that so I had to research some things. Anyways, Gingham is cute :3 tempted to make that skele an actual oc but like I can't be bothered.

Here's the prompt list btw

Yeah so uh, see ya next week til I've gotten the next batch done ... unless you wanna have it done one by one? Idk, tell me your thoughts. ALSO HAHA bit reluctant about showing this cuz of the MASSIVE sidetrack for like the majority of the week

[the---hermit]

05|10|2022

Today didn't go as I was hoping yesterday, I was looking forward to a day of relax, I didn't want to do anything regarding uni, but I had to. Last night the professor answered me giving me some indications on things that needed fixing in the thesis so this morning I did that. Thankfully it did not take the whole day, but still I hoped to have a full day off. Anyway I did what I had to do sent everything to the professor yet again and asked for an in person meeting to discuss the final things. After all of that I did take the rest of the day to relax which wasn't too bad.

Productive things I did:

fixed what I had to fix in the thesis and sent an email to the professor

practiced Irish on duolingo

did my daily inktober doodle

continued working on my crochet sweater

Self care things I did:

read first thing in the morning

took the rest of the day off trying to ignore anything that has to do with university and my thesis

crocheting while listening to an audiobook

📖: The Secret History by Donna Tartt, The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake

🎵: Cult Leader by KiNG MALA

[clumsiestgiantess]

So I’ve had a cool idea for a new story but it’s hella long and would probably span like three books so I’ve only ever written short snippets for prompts and stuff.  With promptober/inktober & nanowrimo coming up, I thought maybe y’all should have a synopsis of the story.  This is just so I can share more of my writing and you’ll actually understand what it’s about.

The story opens in a fantasy world that’s sort of medieval, sort of rural town-ish.  There’s known magic and monsters and legends and gods that live somewhere too high up to see, like a version of Mount Olympus.  The main character is your typical hero’s journey type hero.  He’s prophesied to become a great warrior after finding a powerful sword and goes out on a quest to save his village from a famine.  His sister doesn’t believe in magic and thinks it’s a wild goose chase.  She begs him not to go because he’ll probably die trying, but pressure by the rest of the village convinces him to leave.  There’s a legend of forest spirits who have magic that can help them; our hero must slay one and gain the core of its power.  The village elders can then use the core to get rid of what’s causing the blight.

After the typical heroic quest fighting monsters and such, he comes across the forest spirit’s rumored home.  It’s creepy and derelict, overgrown with strange plants.  The hero, while exploring the place, finds a living resident hiding in a collapsed house.  A fairy.  (fairies in this universe are small, but not crazily small.  Our hero is minigiant height compared to her)  She’s an eerie sight to be sure, with bug-like features and multiple limbs, but boy is she scared.  She knows the rumors about their kind — knows our hero is there to kill her.  She would fly away, but they're inside and he’s blocking the door. 

Thankfully, the hero realizes she’s no creepy monster, and can’t bring himself to kill her.  However, there’s a reason the fairy’s village is so decrepit.  Her kind had been infected with a plague of parasitic mushrooms like the ones that infect ants.  The mushrooms use the fairies’ cores like magic fertilizer.  Just like how the irl mushrooms use ants to carry their growths to a good spot then plant themselves there through the ant’s body, these mushrooms are using the fairies to bring them cores to continue growing itself, like a mind-controlled cult offering.  The hero (being the hero he is) uses his powerful sword to kill the giant hivemind mushroom, freeing everyone under its control.  

Of course, the fairies are thankful, but they still can’t offer him their power (because it’s in them.  They would legitimately have to die and tear the core from their chest.)  Our hero’s new fairy friend (& potential love interest) offers to come with him herself and use her magic to help the village.  Both he and her kind simultaneously tell her no.  People would kill her the moment she stepped into the village.  (That’s also the reason she and everyone else couldn’t go for help when the mushroom took over)  However, the village comes together to pool their magic and form a talisman of sorts that will keep plants from dying.  After a heartfelt goodbye, he leaves the fairies’ village and returns home with the promise to come back and visit.

His own village celebrates his return and everything is better than ever!  His sister is glad to have him back safe, but she’s really surprised by the magic.  There are good reasons she didn’t believe in it.  She’d been doing research while he was away.. she doesn’t believe the gods are, well, gods.  (Of course they are!  We’ve seen them!  They wander by once and a while!)  But things don’t add up.  It’s…  almost like the gods don’t know they exist.  They’re giant behemoths.  They walk right by looking right out over everything.  She’s done every blasphemous thing she can think of in secret; they’re supposed to come drag her off and smite her, but nothing’s happened.  Everyone prays for rain from them and expects it to come, but she can tell by patterns in the weather that it’s not going to happen.  She knows it’s a bunch of bullshit.  Our hero tells her to just keep it to herself, fearing she’ll be exiled for her beliefs, or worse, hung.  He doesn’t believe her.  She says she can prove it.

(That’s part one) Part two is in the sister’s perspective, happening at the same time as the first part.

After doing the things mentioned above (her trying to see if the gods even know about them), she decides to run off and find out where exactly the gods live.  She blames her leaving on trying to find her brother so the village doesn’t get suspicious.  After weeks of wandering, her supplies have almost run out and she’s lost.  Following the gigantic gods is so hard when they move with such large steps.  She’s beginning to fear the worst for herself when a goddess happens to stop nearby.  They’re searching for something in the grass.  She sneaks over to investigate and finds the goddess is capturing monsters with her bare hands, collecting them like little trinkets.  She’s so fascinated by how harmless the monsters appear to the goddess that she doesn’t realize she’s been spotted.  Next thing she knows, she’s captured just like the monsters.

As the world of the gods is more fully fleshed out to the reader, its revealed that the gods’ realm that’s too high and far for the people of the village to see is actually a house.  The entire fantasy world was nothing but the field in the back between it and the woods.  The ‘monsters’ are just more gruesome depictions of small animals and bugs.  The fairies.. yeah no the fairies are still real.  

The ‘goddess’ is actually just a woman who works on the farm where the ‘fantasy world’ is located.  She’d been collecting some new bugs for her pinboard collection with a bit of free time and unknowingly took our tiny main character too.  She’s suffocating the bugs one by one, attaching them to new spots on the board absentmindedly.  Meanwhile, our main character is scared to death because she’s going to be suffocated and impaled.  

Thankfully, the human realizes she’s not a bug and studies her with fascination.  At barely two centimeters tall, she can’t understand our mc, and the human’s voice had been so loud and dragged out over the outdoor space that everyone believed the gods spoke in their own language.  Through a long process of fear and angst, the two figure out how to communicate, and realize they aren’t that different.  Both bond over the fact that our mc was right!  She’s very intrigued by all the strange human technology.  She wants to go back and tell the village the truth, but realizes she can’t.  That would tear apart their entire religion and way of life!  And that’s if they believed her.  If they didn’t, they’d surely punish her with some sort of gruesome death sentence.

After staying with and befriending the human, she returns to the village because she’s been homesick.  Living with everything at such a massive scale can be stressful and tiring.  Plus, she wants to at least see her brother if he makes it back.  The human offers to bring her close (but not too close) to the village and they make plans on how to contact eachother again.  They’ll go on all sorts of small adventures together, searching for her brother and just getting to know and trust one another. When her brother does return, she tells him her theories, he doesn’t believe her, she says she can prove it, and the whole thing ties back together.

(part 3, the fanale)

Back to the ‘present’, our hero curiously follows his sister out on a little adventure, and when they get to the meeting spot, she sets up the message for the human to find.  A storm blows in while they wait for a reply and our hero and his sister get separated by rain. Just as he finds his way back to her, he sees she’s being taken away by the human.  The human is really just getting her out of harm’s way, unable to hear that she brought her brother along with the noise of the storm.  All our hero sees is his sister yelling at a goddess who — as per the stories of those who blasphemy the gods — is being dragged off to nowhere to die.

Our hero immediately seeks help from his fairy friend, the only one who might be powerful enough to bargain with a goddess.  When he tries to tell her about it, she just looks at him confused.  (What gods? / The giant ones that look like me but massive!  Haven’t you seen them before? / You mean the humans? / The what?)  Fairies know about humans, and know that they’re unpredictably dangerous.  Both mc and fairy are convinced that his sister’s in major trouble and come up with a plan to get her back.  Meanwhile, said sister has told the human about the mix up, and they go back to look for her brother but obviously he’s gone.

The two are soon confronted by a rescue party of one concerned brother and fairy duo.  The fairy threatens the human with magic, but soon everyone is confused by the sister herself defending the human.  Human’s confused because that’s a real actual magic fairy.  Fairy’s confused because the human has somehow been tamed.  Our hero’s confused because he thought his sister had been kidnapped.  His sister’s confused because why does her brother know a forest spirit?  (He’d kept that a secret for the fairies’ sake) 

After a long explanation from all sides, everyone calms down and hangs out at the human’s house, staying the day because that day was exhausting and no one really wants to go back home.  When they do, they come up with a plan: they’ll let the village know that the world isn’t as scary as it seemed.  The spirits in the woods are actually really friendly, and the towering gods are just them but bigger, no ethereal powers whatsoever.

They do try to get everyone to communicate, and things go pretty well.  It takes people some time to understand, but utopia is beginning to form as everyone shares technology and achievements.  The smaller people (They’re what’s called a cight, tiny humans that can see and predict the future to an extent) are far more inventive and ahead of the fairies’ time (though the fairies do have magic), and the human’s technology is ahead of both, though they could also learn quite a lot from the other civilizations.  

Things are going well until the brother/sister duo gets kidnapped.  It’s the original village elders who’d mysteriously disappeared before anyone could question them on why their ‘knowledge’ was wrong.  The truth is: they knew all along, and have reasons for keeping everyone apart.

Before their village was established, before they even knew humans existed, their kind forsaw the ‘end of the world’.  It would be caused by an event just like this, where all three beings would try to come together in peace.  In those old times, no one had even seen another being that looked different to them, but as humans expanded and territories moved closer together, they began to see eachother so the elder lineage decided to do something to stop the coming together of all beings.  They created the belief that fairies would use their magic to overtake them, and turned them into monsters to be slain for a reward.  They turned humans into uncaring sacrifice-demanding gods as an excuse to get rid of people who might find out the truth.

The elders of this day forsaw our hero’s sister finding out the truth about humans, but also saw that she wouldn’t reveal the truth unless she had her brother around to confide in.  Therefore, they made up the prophecy that he was meant to be a hero and sent him away on some silly quest to a place they thought he would never return from — the fairies’ village.  (Before the mushroom takeover, if someone found a fairy the collective would imprison them in their village to stop people from revealing where they live.  They’ve done this with both humans and cights. The elders knew where it was because they have foresight)  However, once our hero returned there wasn't enough time to prevent him from coming across the human.

Now in every single future they see, the humans eventually wipe everyone out.  The siblings argue that the human wouldn’t tell anyone, but it doesn’t matter according to the elders.  Apparently, either the others who know the human get suspicious of them and find the village, or the next humans who live there sell the farmland and everything gets plowed under to build more houses.  There are other less likely scenarios, but many of them end with someone getting too curious for their own good and accidentally trying to befriend a horrible human. It might not happen this generation, or the next, or the next, but the two siblings have sealed their fate by revealing the truth.  Inevitably their kind will go extinct by the human race.  Shortly followed by the fairies.

The story will end on a hopeful note after defeating/escaping the elders.  Everyone lives at peace and the human does their best to keep everything secret, only keeping the knowledge within the family line of trusted successors.  Though I guess I’d leave it up to the reader whether or not the ‘end of the world’ comes to pass or was avoided by everyone working together.

Thats it, that’s the thing. I told you it would be too long to write.

[multi-lefaiye]

SALVATORE INKTOBER 11-12. STRANGER TO VIOLENCE, GUARDIAN ANGEL

content warnings: non-graphic descriptions of violence and death

In April of 1963, Seamus O'Neal was attacked while walking home from a drop for Clarence. Joseph McCartney (1916-1963), a dock worker and long-time associate of the Emerald Devils, had heard the boy arguing with his boss regarding payment for the most recent shipment. Most of the conversation didn't matter to Joseph, but one thing became clear: the brat had at least $150 on him, maybe more. It didn't take long for Joseph, drunk and angry after being talked down to by that uppity teen, to decide to relieve him of the cash burning a hole in his pocket. A few hours later, just as the sun was setting, he cornered Seamus in an alleyway and pounced, slamming the boy against the wall and pulling a switchblade on him. Drunk as he was, however, he was swaying on his feet and struggling to hold Seamus in place. He lost his grip on the boy after only a few blows, and the fight was over within seconds. Panicked and thrashing about, Seamus stabbed Joseph in the throat with his own switchblade. For a few moments, Joseph continued to struggle as blood spilled onto Seamus and the pavement below, before he slumped to the ground. He died moments later. Seamus, covered in the blood of the man who tried to kill him, sat there, shaking as he processed what had just happened. It wasn't long before he began to cry, covering his mouth with one bloodstained hand as he scrambled away from his attacker's corpse. He was injured, but he hardly registered the pain as he began to stumble away from the scene, running in a random direction to try and escape what he had just done. The boy was so delirious with fear and pain, he hardly knew where he was going, up until he ran headfirst into a broad chest. A pair of warm hands closed around his shoulders, and a gentle voice said, Whoa, whoa, hold on, kid. In his haste to escape, he'd run face-first into a man he'd never met before, a tow truck driver named Donovan Graves (born 1921). Donovan was alarmed by the sight of the young teen covered in blood and tears, and he immediately stopped to see what he could do to help. He was the one to comfort Seamus, holding him until the sobbing subsided as he tearfully explained the night's events. And afterwards, he helped clean the boy up, patching up his wounds with a first-aid kit he kept in his truck. Once Seamus was calm and his wounds tended to, Donovan gave him a ride home, not wanting the poor kid to wander the streets after the night he'd had. When they arrived, Donovan put a hand on Seamus's shoulder and said, You take care of yourself, alright? Though Seamus never saw Donovan again after that night, he never forgot the man's kindness, nor the warm, gentle hands that held him.

this inktober isn't as polished as the other ones, but honestly i don't think i have it in me to finish them all like i've been doing them, haha! ah well. but i do really like this sketch i made, so i wanted to make sure to get it done and out there :> i once again combined two prompts that work well thematically, since they're centered around the same event: the first time salvatore killed someone.

as a bit of a refresher, at this point, sal was using the name seamus, so that's what i called him here.

anyway, i don't think i'm gonna try and actually draw the remaining prompts, but i do want to share the blurbs for them! so.... if any of y'all think you'd be interested in seeing those, lmk and i'll gladly tag you as i post them! :> thanks to everyone who's shown interest in this!!

art taglist (ask to be + or - ): @skitzo-kero @anexor @jezifster @albatris @transmasc-wizard @lychniscitrus @abysslll @whonsper @presidentquinn @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @approximately20eggs @astral-runic @invaderskoodge @rosesandartss @moonflowerrss @chaieyestea

[pjunicornart]

Songtober 2024

ATTENTION MEET THE ROBINSONS FANS!

Apparently, I've decided to continue on doing Songtober as a tradition! Last year the fics were... not great (seriously don't read them they're ass), but I've already chosen the songs for the month, and throughout September I will be writing them! Or will I?

Hey. To any MtR fanfic writers out there. Do you want to join in? I could use the help!

Flex those creative muscles and create fics inspired ONLY by a single song! You'll get to pick which songs you want to write for, and of course they'll be evenly distributed. Last year doing Songtober really took a mental toll on me, but it was still fun to do so I'm doing it again. Hopefully, if I have some help this time, I won't be randomly ill for the next few weeks.

If you're interested, send me a message through Tumblr's messaging system. You can ask me questions if you have them, and if you want to collab, we can discuss a time to meet up over Discord to discuss the finer details. (I'm sorry it has to be Discord.) I'd prefer a voice call, but I understand if you don't want to do that. Just sending messages is fine. I will not video calls! I'm too self conscious for that, lol.

For full disclosure! - "Songtober" is a little project I created last year. I chose a bunch of songs (one for each day of October), and I wrote a oneshot for Meet the Robinsons for every day and song. Like an Inktober thing. I came up with the idea because I was frustrated with the lack of MtR fics at the time. - I'm not gonna be able to pay you. I have to save what little money I have for basic survival stuff right now. All of this is being done for fun's sake. - While the songs from last year weren't too disturbing, some of the songs I have lined up this year bring up heavy/potentially triggering topics, and some are a little unsettling. After all, October is spooky month. - Over Discord, I'll create a new DM group for all of us to interact in. Once Songtober is over, I will delete the group chat and you can leave it (unless protested otherwise). - You can join at any skill level. I'm not a skill prude. - You will need to be familiar with Google Docs, as this is how I will be able to receive your fanfics once they are completed. - The fics will be posted on AO3 under my account. If you have an AO3 account, you will appear as a co-creator on the actual collection. - More details will be discussed in the Discord.

I hope you consider writing with me! If not, I hope you read what I write this year. Hopefully now that I've grown as a writer it'll be less "ugh"!

[john-kramers-left-sock]

Inktober Day 5: Maps

Pairing: John Kramer x Reader

SFW

(This is just a warm-up for inktober. Nothing really romantic or heavy happens. It's just really short fluff. I missed a bunch of days :')

Camping seemed like the best idea in the world at the time. You were tired from long hours at your desk job, so when a three day weekend came up, you jumped at the opportunity. There was a national park not too far from your house, hosting multiple camp sites where you could laze your day away in the sun. As soon as you got home from work, you packed everything up and set off for the weekend.

It started great. You set up your tent, a place to cook your meals, and kept your car nearby just in case. This camp spot was far away from other cities or towns, meaning that you had little to no signal. This seemed like a great way to detach yourself from the burdens of modern life. With a map by your side and a compass on hand, you set off into the woods, searching for a very popular swimming hole in the area.

It was a surprise to see the swimming hole completely empty, but it wasn't as if you were complaining. The water was warm and rich with minerals, making it a popular tourist spot. Already clad in your swimsuit, you set your things down before sinking into the water.

A few moments later, you hear the bushes to your right rustle slightly. A man steps out of them, a man much older than you. His white hair is receding slightly, showing off the wrinkles of his forehead. His face is thin, and his eyes give off a cold, blue color. He makes his way to the swimming hole, dipping his fingers into the water.

"Mind if I join you?" You hear him ask, his voice raspy in an attractive kind of way. He waited for any kind of permission, not wanting to disturb you.

"Oh! Of course, sure," you move over slightly to give him room, watching as the man climbs into the water. His body visibly reacts to its warmth as he involuntarily lets of a sigh of relief. You can't help but glance at him from time to time. "I'm (Y/n) by the way."

"John. A pleasure to meet you," he speaks quietly. While his eyes were distant, he didn't seem to mind your company. He leans his head back, glancing up at the sky as if he's lost in thought. "It's a beautiful day today."

"It is. I've been waiting to go out camping for a while. It really is relaxing," you agree with him, continuing to settle into the warm water. For a while, the two of you sit in silence, merely enjoying the presence of another person. You know not to trust strangers, but there was something about him that caught your curiosity. "Would you want to join me for dinner? I'm going back to my camp after this."

"I would like that," John responds easily, as if he could feel that question coming. He turns back to look at your eyes, raising an eyebrow curiously. "But aren't you nervous? I'm a strange man, afterall. I could be a serial killer, or worse."

"I mean, you could be. Or you could a person who wants some company," you shrug your shoulders in response. While his eyes were intense, you didn't expect that he could do much against you. He didn't exactly look tough, and you were no stranger to danger. "I don't know. I just get the feeling you could use a friend."

John paused at this before slowly nodding. He stood out of the water, holding a hand out to help you up as well. From the corner of your eye you night have even caught a small smile on his face. "Then let's go. Do you know the way?"

"No but I have my-" you reach to pull out your map before discovering that you had left it in your pocket. The soggy paper was illegible in the pool, having no markings left. "Shit."

"Shit."

[bad268]

Beast (Christian Lundgaard X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/IndyCar

Requested: Day 27 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: trashing american culture lol

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

W.C. 339

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Writing Inktober 2023 Materlist

~~(^Google/Indycar profile)

“That was a crazy run!” I laughed as I hugged Christian as soon as he climbed out of his car after his first win. “I’m so proud of you! It’s your first win!”

“Thank you,” He replied, catching his breath in the process. “Was it really that good?”

“Was it really that good?” I asked in disbelief, “Christian, you’re a beast! That shit was masterclass!”

“The American slang is contradicting your normal slang, and it’s very confusing,” he laughed with me. “Please never say that again.”

“Why not?” I teased, pulling back to lift his visor and meet his eyes. “I think it’s pretty funny.”

“No, absolutely not,” He chuckled, pulling even further back to pull his helmet and balaclava off. He was about to elaborate more but he was summoned for his weigh in and podium celebration. As he walked away, he turned back and pointed a finger at me, “This isn’t over!”

After the celebrations and media obligations, and when we finally had a moment of silence, I decided to bring it back up. “I still think you’re a beast.”

“Not this again,” He groaned as he hid his face in a pillow. He tried to continue but it was muffled, “That sounds so weird.”

“Sounds too American?” I joked, leaning through the doorway from where I just finished changing. I moved over to sit against the headboard as I pulled the pillow away from his face and smiled teasingly down at him. “Weren’t you the one that said I should, what was it? ‘Embrace the American culture’?”

“That is not what I meant!” He complained, turning to hide his face in my thighs. I laughed at his antics as I ran my fingers through his hair. “I meant to try a burger, get sunburnt, light stuff on fire, or something like that! Not pick up their dumb slang!”

“Ah, the epitome of American culture!” I replied sarcastically. “Burgers that were stolen from Germany, horrible tan lines, arson, and other ‘stuff.’ That sounds like the American dream!”

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