#inktober prickly

[angeldecuir]

⚫⚪ INKTOBER 2018 Día 25 | PRICKLY / ESPINOSO | Proceso de ilustración | ANGEL DECUIR

[deb79ful]

Yo-ho-ho, and all that jazz!

Who knew lizards could be scared by ghosts? Also, that prickly cactus is based on a found-object cactus sculpture I made around that time...

[sknow-and-ink]

2018

Day 25 - Prickly

[izaartstyles]

Inktober X Cryptober Cuties Day 19: “Prickly Ridge”

The cactus cat has found a lovely perch.

[emilybeemartin]

Inktober Days 22-24

Day 22: "Scratchy"

Saguaro, cholla, prickly pear, pincushion, hedgehog, barrel cactus—how magical are these amazing plants? Iconic, unique, perfectly tuned to their environment. The pleats on a saguaro help it bulge and shrink to accommodate water availability, and the inhospitable trunks provide shelter for desert birds. 

Saguaro NP produces some of my favorite educational videos in the system, thanks in part to Feature Fridays with Ranger Freddy Gutiérrez Fernández-Ramírez. Just to add to the scritchy-scratchy theme of this prompt, some of the more unusual videos featuring Ranger Freddy show how to remove jumping cholla barbs from your skin and clothes. Rangers in Saguaro carry hair combs in their first aid kits—and it’s not to fix flat-hat hair!

Day 23: "Celestial"

In recent decades, park managers have come to recognize natural soundscapes and pristine night skies as tangible resources, just like clean air, land, and water. As I was entering the NPS field, a big effort was kicking off to designate certain units as Dark Sky parks, and Big Bend is the king of them all. It has the lowest levels of light pollution of any park in the lower 48 and is famous across the NPS for its breathtaking starscapes.

Protecting natural darkness opens up amazing new opportunities for visitors and rangers. I love assisting with night sky programs, because I remember how I felt when I first traveled away from the greater I-85 corridor and saw my first pristine night sky. It’s a primordial type of magic to see stars unveiled from urban lights and humid haze. And the good news is, unlike other endangered resources, dark skies are salvageable. When towns and cities take steps to reduce their light and air pollution, there’s no slow, agonizing recovery—the stars come right back. They’re just up there, waiting to peek at us again.

Day 24: "Shallow"

I have to confess—I used to look down on Congaree, despite it being the only national park in my home state of South Carolina. I thought of it as muggy, buggy, and a bit boring. But when I was researching wetland habitat for A Field Guide to Mermaids, I was stunned to realize just how special this landscape is. Our country used to be covered in immense floodplain forests along river corridors, but the natural flood cycles that made these lowlands so fertile also meant the land was prized for agriculture. Rivers were straightened, forests were cut down, and the rich soil was planted with crops. Because of this, Congaree protects the largest swathe of bottomland floodplain forest left in the United States.

And it’s a gorgeous park, as well. There’s something evocative and eerie about walking the elevated boardwalks over tea-colored water. Spooky cypress knees reach up through the water like outstretched arms, and several massive national and state champion trees loom up out of the thick forest.

This park may not have the accolades some of the grander, more storied parks have, but I’m proud that it’s my home state’s park and glad that it protects one of the last intact forests of its kind.

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Another big thank you to the folks who have preordered Thirty-One Days of National Parks: The Artbook! The Big Bend page features a little guide to starhopping from the Big Dipper out to other stars!

[semirampant-dwickery]

Korot II Panalde Shev Orosa Futava Graevo Cultivating Relations Photography 2193 On Loan from the Dwick Dwickcast Syndykyt

((My third entry for Inktober: Emon Spiza presenting a cutting of the faldabis plant he's been carefully growing to one of his few friends, Duc'letta "Ducky" Rigalo (of @happy-capy-art fame). Faldabis, whose bark is prized by the salarains for its chewy texture and salty-sweet taste, was driven nearly extinct by the Reapers during the Scouring of Sur'kesh in the lates tages of the Reaper War. Given that the trees take thirty years to cultivate before being ready to harvest, surviving faldabis crops are now so expensive that none but those in the highest Union echcelons will be able to afford it for the next two generations.

Spiza does not make friends easily, having a personality oft described as "aggrieved, prickly, and hostile." Unlike many possessing that personality, however, Spiza is perfectly aware of how isolating that mindset is, and regularly struggles to work against it - particularly for those who return the favor.

Ducky is one such person. Coming from a family sharing similarly irritating foibles as the Emon Clan, Duc'kletta must also endure expectations as an "eligible" bachelorette of Rigalo (and with very little clan prestige as the daughter of…well…a fishing family). Given the slew of potential breeding contracts, it's honestly refreshing to spend time with someone who just wants to nerd out about proper plant husbandry, laugh about idiots at work, and mock mercenaries who apparently have a little too much time to grandstand about their exploits online.

The fact that she successfully diagnosed Spiza's prized fern with depression is also just hilarious to her.))

[primepalindrome]

Day 23 of inktober: prickly. Had a lot of fun with this one, I love thistles. Hardy and beautiful plants.

[dungeonmeshimybeloved]

Hey there! My names eage, I'm 22 and this is my dungeon meshi sideblog! I sometimes draw but I mainly write fanfic

Currently in a hiatus

Fanfic masterpost

The Bed They Made

Chilaios, ongoing, everything is the same but Laios is knocked up and no one but Chilchuck knows

It was a mistake. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, and then he wouldn't ever think of it again. Yes, it was a risky move, one that was both incredibly fun but also so stupid in hindsight. Of course, the one time he caved to his desires, this happens. With his party leader of all people! Laios is carrying his fourth child. And he didn't even know it. Not yet.

Hug me like you mean it

Chilchuck and Laios, 2546 words, pre-relationship

Chilchuck has exceptional hearing, and Laios is terrible at hiding his feelings.

Sick in the Head

Chilchuck and Laios, 2091 words,

Laios thought he knew Chilchuck well enough, but now he wasn't sure. Since his fight with Shuro, he started questioning what exactly he knew, and it made his stomach twist. So when Chilchuck asks to talk to him alone, he can't help but prepare for the worst.

Mana Sick

Chilchuck and Laios, 1288 words,

Coming back from searching for herbs to cure Marcilles petrification, Chilchuck stumbles upon Laios in the throes of mana sickness, and reluctantly helps him

"No, I'm the one whose honored."

Chilaios, ongoing, 9,126 words, based on the smiling friends qoute

Sometimes when Chilchuck drank, he would start spouting nonsense. Looking back, this was probably one of those times.

We Run Faster than Others

Marcille and Fionil, 6509 words, post Canon hurt/comfort

Marcille has a nightmare and Fionil does her hair.

Sleepless Nights

Unrequited Chilaios, 6690 words, pre-canon, Laios has a guilty crush

Chilchuck was always on his mind. Laios wasn't sure when it started. They had worked together for a couple of months, maybe a year, he wasn't too sure. But he knew one thing for certain, and that was Chilchuck was endlessly cool, confident, and skilled. After a certain point, the half foot had popped into his head and made a place for himself.

Language Barrier

Chilaios, 3873 words, pre-Canon Hurt comfort

Over the years, Laios had seen the many sides of a drunk Chilchuck. There was the affectionate variant—one of the more common sides—where Chilchuck was sappy and sweet to the point it felt out of character. There was also the angry variant. This one was more like Chilchuck's usual snippy attitude, but turned up to an extreme. Right now, Chilchuck was neither affectionate nor angry, but... well, it was hard to describe.

Chilchuck has a moment of weakness, and Laios stays with him despite it.

An Unlikely Pair

Chilaios Inktober 2024 Challenge, 1220 words, ongoing, 31 planned chapters, collection of oneshots,

To everyone else, their friendship - much less relationship - must have been odd. A prickly lockpick with his personal life under lock and key and a curious leader with a habit of overstepping boundaries. A man seemingly defined by his abstinence and a man characterized by his indulgence. A half foot who has to demand and fight for respect, and a tallman who gets trampled on far easier than most would think.

Despite their differences, the two fit like pieces in a puzzle.

"Hunger, Lust, Love, and the weird ways we connect"

The work of Nightmares

Laios and Chilchuck, Laios and Marcille, 1504 words, Laios has a fucked up nightmare and Marcille suffers for it, part 1

In the middle of the night, Laios began to shake from a nightmare ravaging his mind. Marcille dives in to help him but finds a gruesome scene.

The Laios with terrifying eyes

Chilaios, 3726 words, Shapeshifter episode gone wrong, part 2

Among the duplicates of Laios, one of them stood out particularly well. No, it wasn't the one who towered high enough to hit the ceiling, or the effeminate one who spoke in a breathy voice.

It was the one with wide, hungry eyes. He stood with his back straight, taut, and braced, an 'innocent' grin stretching along his face.

Plagued by Visions of You

Pre relationship Chilaios, ongoing, 11,896 words, porn with plot - Chilchuck gets struck by a horny beam, part .5

Laios is haunting him. Despite being alive, he has infested every part of his mind, clouding every thought, and Chilchuck was sick of how aroused it made him.

Chilaios week

The Laughing Wolf Tavern

Gen, 6683 words, day 1 - Drinking buddies/Seasons

A series of moments across the first year of their working relationship, highlighting the tumultuous relationship between the ever curious fighter and the prickly lockpick. The best way to bond was over booze after all!

A wounded Changeling

Chilchuck and Laios, 3345 words, day 2 - Changelings/Wounded

Fascinating was the only way Laios could describe the whole situation. Swapping to a different race entirely posed issues and highlighted the things he liked more about his old body, but it also gave him a lot to wonder about. Such as - was a headpat supposed to feel a certain way? It didnt feel bad, but it wasnt good either. Without this occurring, Chilchuck would have never done that, and Laios would have never found his answer.

To hold a Half-Foots tools is a Privilege, not a Right

Chilchuck and Laios, 524 words, day 3 - Hold/Carry

Chilchuck reflects on how he's come to trust Laios with carrying his lockpicks.

When I wake up next, I know you'll be there

Chilchuck and Laios, 3544 words, day 4 - Nightmares/Trust

In the dungeon, they were all well acquainted with death. If you hadn't yet met them, you were incredibly fortunate, or it was creeping up on you when you least expected it. Nightmares were just as familiar. It was as unavoidable as death itself, since it came with the territory. Number one is to thoroughly prepare for the worst-case scenario. There would be no nightmares if no one died. No party was ever that lucky, however. Which leads to the next best thing: relying on your party for support. Confiding, or better yet, sharing a bedroll together, chased the bad dreams away most times.

You've Got Some Nerve, Laios

Chilaios, 1658 words, day 5 - Shapeshifter/First Kiss

The group has been infested by shapeshifters, and Laios chooses to utilize information that only the real Chilchuck would know to lure out the fake.

Is it too late?

Chilaios, 3397 words, Day 6 - Beach episode

He followed Marcilles advice, went back to Kahka Brud, and spoke with his wife. She asked that they separate for good. In terms of marriage. So, he came back to Melini. He had nowhere else to go. Even if this place felt like the furthest from home... it held some special people.

Marcille will probably cry when he breaks the news, Senshi will usher him to the kitchen and show him how to make a dish to give him something to do and help him reflect, Izutsumi will give him an awkward pat on the back, and Laios... Laios would sit him down to eat.

Of course I came back for you

Chilaios, 11,401 words, Day 7 - Freeday! Laios got eaten by the dragon

Laios Touden was the biggest idiot in the world, he went and got himself eaten by a dragon! Of course Chilchuck would delve back into the dungeon with Falin and Marcille to get him back, even if that meant confronting things he would rather keep buried.

[writing-for-life]

Sandman Fics and Poems

The list gets updated regularly, and I love your comments and thoughts (no, it’s not weird to interact, it’s what fandom is about)…

Fics

Lupē (one-shot for Sandman Rarepair Fest, Ao3) or Tumblr (completed, 615 words, Calliope/Morpheus)

The Self-Love, Sex and Pursuit of the Helm Novels: A Tragicomedy in Three Movements (Ao3) (crack fic in progress, ~4,500/app. 7,000 words, Morpheus/The Helm)

The Light of Stars Tumblr Master Post or straight to Ao3 (completed long fic, ~ 75,000 words, Morpheus/OFC)

Snow Globes and Whisky (one-shot for Christmas, links in with “The Light of Stars”) (Ao3) (completed, ~2,500 words, Morpheus/OFC)

As It Was Before The Otherness Came (one-shot for Sandman Femslash Weekend) (Ao3) or Tumblr (completed, ~3,700 words, Johanna Constantine/Rachel Moodie)

Poetry

Aftermath and Dreams of Light (poems for Sandman Rarepair Fest)

Ode to Death and Requiem (poems for Death Appreciation Week)

Sandtober/Inktober 2023 Haikus (Ao3) or Tumblr (completed)

Incandescent Light (the prompt poem/vignette hybrid that sparked The Lightbif Stars)

Series

Check out the ongoing Dream’s Therapist—a tragicomedy straight from the therapist’s couch…

To avoid disappointment: I don't write for the big ships because

a) I am generally not a shipper and

b) they tend to be m/m, and as a bi woman, my main interest is writing m/f and f/f. It is important to me to write female protagonists, and I prefer to write from a female point of view—her feelings/wants/desires and sexuality without the detour of projecting them onto a man.

Apart from that, I love myself a good crack fic and rare pairs, and you will definitely find those. I only started writing fanfic in 2022, and I spent most of that time writing a longfic called "The Light of Stars". I am fairly proud I saw it through, and the sequel is in the making (apparently, people liked it: Can I just say how excited and grateful I was when someone gifted me the Literary Badge? Thank you, you know who you are 🥹).

TLoS is a Morpheus x OFC fic, but it is not a self-insert or Y/N-fic. I am fairly prickly about that distinction because fandom's tendency to throw them into the same pot regularly drives me up the wall. I write OCs professionally (albeit in a language other than English), so the assumption that they are all straightforward self-inserts always seemed fairly odd to me…

I also love writing short-form poetry—you might find the odd one here, too.

Link to full pinned post with all my stuff

[cat-meg]

Using these otome-themed Inktober prompts

Day 7: Fresh Memory. - The last otome game you played.

(The other prickly white haired LI whose route I'm playing right now.)

[dreaming-vngel]

inktober day 28- my lil “jumbo” guy, very squishable

[moths-wc-aus]

inktober day 15

meet daggerspots! named after the american dagger moth, daggerspots is a lot less prickly and much shyer than his name suggests. don’t look directly at him, he may faint out of fear.

[miarage-art]

Inktober 2023 - start

Day 1 - Dream

The darkness will swirl around you, greedily lick your feet with a prickly flame, bite your hands with smoky teeth. But golden sand always wins, heat and light are stronger than darkness.

And the Sandman will always beat the Boogeyman.

[aidsyouinthinking]

Inktober drive

Subject: A letter, of purpose influx...

I do not need you,

If there is anything in relation to you, that I need;

It is the lack thereof–

But even so, I'm inclined,

all parts of me have an ideology– coinciding;

With the fact "you are useful".

I could journey for person new and pay them pretty penny too,

But we know what I'm going to do follow nose through fires true.

I suspect guilt- and fear you'll rue: tapestry built gives plenty clue,

But my circumstance, it accrue; willpower wakes– perverse in me.

I see glint in well.

We fear not being pulled in,

as shared webbing bind our souls with others above.

In well with wall made from sin, you sail down slow so you don't go–

Thinking "love... (kind of?)" :

No matter what parts think;

that sandwich,

it was eaten under extreme duress.

A stoic judgment must be met,

at bottom of the well where a window shattered lies,

But I admit; I do abet–

The concept; to confide: together all pried with eyes–

knowing all the keepsakes we kept;

A motivation intellectual bites bullet– dead; now lies.

Schrodinger's blank; Lies, Motivation....

The aim of this is to process: to ultimately assess:

Lonely surgeon can't operate on themselves,

So commits their surgeries to others;

One to burn judgmental books,

Another to fashion rhymes from flesh.

A Jazzy Metronome buzzes to blinding Blur,

As feet Follow, lefties swept off and concur!

A parasite clings to Coattails in own blood it stir;

As taken down a peg and leg and waist– it prefer!

A now pool of blood wishes your tempo-ed trampling to incur~

It's such a rowdy bunch you know?

And like mothers meeting…– in library,

to rightly complain of pressures underserved

Unrelenting; omni present and structural.

I desire to confide,

Even if I should be against it,

Mothers don't put their lambs on plate.

But mama bear does grow hungry.

We're confused, but not pained.

We fear not heaven nor hell, but limbo lacking.

We, nervous system, are. our. own. greatest enemy.

I want you, if you'll have me...

in accordance to our dewy decimal system.

If there's a chance –Without pain– to make this work,

Well all of me, (astoundingly) would feel amiss not to try.

Here's to phoenix cauterising lacerations

and bridges' ashes smoothing shards

on which I'll pace;

From, A moment slowly dying.

Subject: Ps side note

It must have been and continues to be, surreal...

To have a feed –though creatively distorted– of my ever frank externalised internal dialogue... like a neurology case study with a person missing their brain pan... I don't know why I feel no need to censor this format, regardless of your's and other's potential eyes.

But I'm glad, We censor ourselves too much – even from ourselves.

Subject: Pps More of the same

I am compassionate.

I wish you well.

But I don't have magic.

A Two time:

Beautiful poison or prickly friend.

A problem I need to defend.

Subject: ppps Limbo Lacking Lurks Lavishly | unread

Subject: pppps Nvm bad idea see you never | unread

Subject: ppppps Ae drunkard is sorry | unread

Subject: pppppps Omg philosophy tube!~ | unread

Subject: ppppppps Dw my poems are Über hyperbolic, you'll just have to talk to know my real thoughts | unread

Subject: pppppppps Also yes very meta of me | unread

Subject: ppppppppps I will tell you anything you need to know to just say yes or no, I suppose like me it is so; that forever this can go | unread, unread, unread, unread, unread, unread, unread unread

New Email!

Subject: It's becoming my life again, isn't it?

After further processing— thanks to poetry, I/We/me/myself now appreciate this “intellectual endeavour” as bacon wrapping the bullet, for the same puppy idolising potentialities of camaraderie, I fancied myself as Kim, but I’m much more a harry. Two of those a functional duo does not make, at least not likely. Perhaps this polarisation of the self would make good surgery, but best not do those in unsterilised room. I still need disinfecting since last.

At this point it is my issue, and I will do my best… sooo…

In for a pound, drop like a penny!

Heads or tails, you better hold steady >:}

Wait and see, emergency!

Break the glass, for choice bypass~

Drum roll

lacking toll

of pesky free will!

The crowd

they shout loud

with ambivalent shrill!

on floor what’s in store shows through that metal spill!

Pop goes the cherry weasel and coin!

Suppose we’re giving an honest go to rejoin.

Note: Of course, All over the place, makes sense...

Subject: Final one, ... I hope

I read your spilled writing. Please keep it up, it’s a really useful tool.

I've steeped myself in old playlists to remember how it all felt.

As much as I might feel I need someone who I can actually confide in about this.

I don't think you are a good candidate. We'd burden each other, it'd be helpless.

And I know half of me just wants to greedily learn every drop of what forged you,

to feel less alone as I've always and ever felt, Stuck with no company but myself.

I hope your luck holds true, but I will not let my ever-growing guilt from that five year old, puppeteer me into stringent dance on the fringes of the echo of the trail of spiders and company,

I don't know you, I'm not competent enough-- in-right-mind enough; for that or for any of this.

I'm a being of impulsivity a non-sensical wraith prowling for beggars to take coin from.

I will not block you, I should, but the coin, and so I will disregard it but pay it this favour.

The favour; the opportunity, to say after all that- trying to scare you away “we can still hang sure, yeah.”.

I wished to do better, I long for better, for the chance to know,

but these learned behaviours like webbing echo,

emotions estranged into void deep,

which gurgle and bellow; feelings creep,

unrequited but deserved.

You are a mirror and reminder that I am not whole- unfinished- fractured- overflowing- How ever anyone or everyone would put it!… I want you to know,

but It’d be talking to the blistering sun while coughing up the blistering cold.

This is bare truth, pay it in turn, pay it no mind, bloody hell, pay it disgust.

Signed by AIdan&Co

[mizarchivist]

Day 2 Covid

After 3+ years, I finally got sniped by the sniper that is covid. I'm fully vaxxed, the only booster I haven't gotten is the one I was about to schedule.

It started with a scratchy throat and no sense of a fever on Tuesday afternoon/evening. I woke up yesterday and it was still there, dry cough, definitely feeling OFF. Tested, and that first line popped bright, big, pink, unmistakable.

My fever spiked up to 100.8 at the highest but given I run a little cool, like 98.1 or 2 is normal for me, fraction of a degree is huge. I felt like my blood was boiling and my palms were prickly itchy hot. Everything ached and at no point did it seem like my temperature was a normal one.

I'm in seclusion through Sunday minimum, with goals of naps and TV and occasional random tidying in my spaces. Maybe some art. I need to come up with my Inktober prompts (Last year I did InkTumblTober, where all my prompts were Tumblr memes. I think if I try I can get 31 new memes. Goncharov, for example was born after October last year. I might just mix it up with a little of everything, but planning on posting here as my primary method of posting. In the meantime my new hobby is taking my temperature and popping NSAIDs on a schedule.

[ninjamonkeystudios]

Inktober Day 28, Sparkle

Sparkling water. Prickly and burpy!