#prompt10

[iracarterart]

#STAIRS #Prompt10 #collagetober23 #marianneburgerstudio @marianneburgerstudio Stairs of Basilica S. Maria Maggiore, by the architect Carlo Rainaldi, 1675, in Rome

[eyesofsteelandsky]

FFxivWrite2020 Prompt 10: Avail

Several long minutes apparently had stretched out into finishing out the bell, given the chimes shattering whatever focus had remained in the roegadyn’s head. And in that time no new marks had made their way onto the page in front of her. The day was getting long in the tooth and while she’d handled the proper matters of business thus far, this last personal note was still escaping her. With an under-her-breath grumble, Brem reaches into the vest she was wearing, fishing out a flask from one of the internal pockets. 

A little rum had always helped the loving words flow off her tongue, perhaps it could get them to land on the page as well.

[eorzean-wayfinder]

FFXIVWrite2020-Prompt10-Avail

There were times, so so many times that Gabriel just wanted to grab T’iolo by the shoulders and pour out all the feelings he had towards the surly miqo’te but Gabe knew it would not avail him any. Gabriel had said his piece on the subject several times in the past and Tio knew well where they stood with each other and just pointedly, stubbornly, ignored it.  

He watched his best friend carrying the boxes of cargo back and forth along the long ramps of the Kugane docks, smiling and laughing with his co-workers. Gabe felt a small pang of joy in his chest at every easy, carefree smile he gave. It wasn’t something Gabe got to see too often and he often wondered if he had just kept his thoughts and feelings to himself if Tio would smile like that more often for him? 

Gabe watched him a moment more before shaking his head and focusing back to the clipboard in his hands. Those kinds of thoughts never did any good.  ((Tio belongs to @ffxivaltstars​ ))

[drmorbius12]

Another Night

In the distance, a dog is barking,

a silver moon slips across the sky,

chased by wispy clouds that glitter in

a ring of rhomboidal crystalline stars.

A dark figure waits, contemplating

death, hunting for the unblessed.

Garbage cans knocked over

by a drunken alley waif break

the spell of silence with the chattering

of cold teeth behind innocent

bloodless lips.

Instantly the formless wraith

makes its move with a silent swoop

and swish-  and another lost soul

slips from sight leaving behind 

a pool of curdling gray.

Somewhere in a lonely room, suddenly

gone deathly quiet, an entangled soul

weeps and shivers from a bone

deep sense of loss while the walls

close in, unrelenting; yesterday’s

unspoken premonition has

come to pass.

Outside, the clouds give up the ghost

to a dying moon, as the undead

thing returns to the fold,

parting the darkness like black

curtains on an empty stage,

hunger slaked, content to wait,

for another night.

[commaraderie]

untitled recipes

Concoction #23: Spicy water

Loose leaf chai tea steeped in iced water (3 ice cubes per cup of water).

Steep for 3 minutes.

Add a table spoon of honey.

2 shots of Colombia Santa Maria espresso.

Concoction #44: kitchen sink, deconstructed

1 part water from the tap, 2 parts any and all household spices in your spice drawer/cabinet/lazy susan/rack. Apply generously.

Stir with conviction.

[afroanticsplanner]

What is my 2022 New Year’s Wish for myself?!?!? I’m praying that God will increase my capacity to receive the things in which I prayed for & that I have room to receive the many blessings that are in store for me this year!!!! #prompt10 #shopsaretagged link to printable & discount code is in my bio #lifedocumented #tnspreads #tnplanner #travelersnotebook #travelersnotebookcommunity #georgiaplannergirl #afroanticsplanner #planlovelaugh #plannercommunity #creativeplanner #plannerlife #plannernerd #craftylife #livelovecreate #plannertherapy #plannerjunkie #planahappylife #plannerspread #junkjournaling #planeatpray #plannerfun #creativejournaling #planyourheart Journaling prompt hosted by @brown_eyedplanner_chic #asisterhoodofmyown (at Georgia, USA) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYJsuoJOPUu/?utm_medium=tumblr

[itsdevra]

Monoculture

“Fifty years ago, we were eating better bananas…[until they were] declared commercially extinct due to the disease...leaving no other choice but to burn them down.”

It lay silent, deep in the soil: Tiny Fusarium clamping bony fingers On Michel’s yellow throat,

The fruit’s lips split, tongue parched And seizing between thin rows Of clenched, starchy teeth.

---

The plants collapsed, kneeling to the soil: Varnished a deep brown by the tropical sun, Their gasping roots unable to drink.

So one by one, they lit the fields, The crooked fruit cooking inside, The skins blistering as they burned.

---

In Nampula, they hoed the ashen soil And planted Cavendish in long rows, And the trees sagged with abundance.

But they would not ripen under the hot sun, The green fruit stubborn, Clenched in bunches like fingers to a fist.

---

The plantation fenced in the soil, As if the iron posts would house the trees Or cradle them in their thin arms.

The workers washed the equipment, The great aluminum teeth shining With fungicide spray in the setting sun.

© 2017–2018 DEVRA

[alejandrovon]

El peronismo es esperanza. Musicalizó: @queensofthestoneage - Lullabies To Paralyze. #Inktober #Inktober2020 #Dia10 #Day10 #Prompt10 #Hope #Esperanza #Peronismo #VivaPeron #Dibujo #Drawing #TeLoDibujoAsiNomas #QueLindaTeVes #Esperancita #BlancoYNegro #BlackAndWhite #Nisman (en Peronia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGLcqsbAvR2/?igshid=1hinsi1fr0w74

[capucebrise]

#Inktober52 #prompt10 - #ELF I've run extremely late in my #Inktober prompts because of the elections. Now the circumstances have radically changed and I have nothing else but to catch up with it !! What better day to show my #Galadriel than #TolkienreadingDay ? Gonna use my confined time to resume my reading of the #Silmarillion !! #Queen #Tolkien #MiddleEarth #ink #sketch #doodle #graphite #fantasy #fan #fanart #CateBlanchett #strongwoman #portrait #blackandgrey #confinement #covid_19 #isolation #freetime #art #artist #edit #magical #challenge (à Orléans, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-LH9-mJHMu/?igshid=12g6j8s1e0akb

[sodorart]

Inktober 2017 Prompt 10: Gigantic

[ffxivaltaholic]

~Prompt #10: Channel~

“Focus, take your time and don’t over-think it.”  The gentle tone accompanied a reassuring expression from the Raen as he looked down to his frustrated partner. Her cheeks were puffed in annoyance, her slender scaley tail shifting back and forth, and pale opaline eyes locked on the paper resting in front of her. “I know you’re feeling overwhelmed, but in truth, you’re actually doing very well with your studies.” While Yuki enjoyed teasing and flustering Isanii, he also knew when a situation required support, and this was one such time where humor would have to wait, and instead he would have to instill confidence in the little Xaela. “I always mix it up...  Why do some words have to sound the same but look different?” It seemed she was dealing with her first homophones, words that  sound alike but are spelled differently and have different meanings. Today’s lesson had started well, but once she got herself wound up, it was difficult to console her. Taking a deep breath he reached over and tilted her head up, holding her chin very gently.  Leaning down, careful to avoid his horns poking her, he pressed their foreheads together.  In that moment her anxiety plummeted and Isanii calmed herself.  It was only seconds of contact, but in those small moments he had channeled a peacefulness to her that disintegrated her stress.  As their breathing synced in rhythm, he withdrew.  “Feel better?” The words were met with a small nod, as her cheeks flushed a faint pink hue.  “Thank you... I really don’t think I would have progressed as well without you to support me.” Beaming at him, it appeared all frustrations had evaporated from her doll-like features.  “Though... I think perhaps a break is in order? A dinner break maybe?” To put it not-so-subtlety, she was hungry and tired from practicing her reading and writing, but was trying to convey it without outright admitting it. Deciding now was a good time to tease his poor mate, Yuki smirked.  “I suppose so.”  Her face lit up.  “But no treats.” The light vanished and the Xaela took on a most dejected look.  “Maybe a small treat, if you get the next sentence right.”  A sparkle of hope, though as Isanii looked down at her book that hint of confidence was snuffed out, there she saw it... The dreaded ‘there’, ‘their’, and ‘they’re’. A small whimper slipped from her lips. A pause as she tried to decide on what to say... He was watching her, waiting for her to speak.  She had to say something...  “Ahh....I love you?” How could he say ‘no’ to that?

[myhusbandsasemni]

Whumptober10-Unconscious:Rin-funny

“Uncle Rin’s asleep!” Jason, one of Laurance and Anisha’s children, said to his twin. Kestin nodded with a little grin. 

Kestin looked over the couch at his uncle. Rin was drooling a little. “I’d say more like unconscious,” the little boy remarked.

“Well, we still know what to do when something like this happened,” Jason smiled. “I’ll go get the kit.”

Kestin watched as his brother left. He came running back with an ice cream bucket full of crayons, markers, stickers, tape, and anything else the boys thought would be useful, including a couple of used bandages. 

Now set with the tools of their trade, the set about working. They moved quickly and efficiently and admired their work at the end. Rin was now complete with stickers, moustache, beard, misspelled words scrawled on his cheek, and a smear of cheeto dust across his forehead for good measure. The boys high fived and ran off, excited to find their leader. Their older sister, Sariah, would be pleased with their work. 

Mahonri and Kenzi, on the other hand, would probably get them in trouble, though they were good when it came to some pranks. But only Sariah would truly appreciate the art and skill that had put into this show of Loki prowess.

[eyesofsteelandsky]

FFxivWrite 2019 Prompt 10: Foster

As was something of a tradition with family dinner running all the back to when his children were all still actually children, Abylnpfef sweeps through the main room of his restaurant with the last dish being brought to the table and pulls back the lid with an overdone flourish. It was a stew they'd all had countless times, but playing into being a bit silly always made at least him happy, even if most of his daughters and a few of his grandchildren groaned at the shameless display of 'Dad'. He detours long enough to press a kiss to his wife's brow before taking a seat at the head of the table. All three daughters were in town and free, and that was a rare enough event for him to close up the place early and have a night just to the family. The spouses were all otherwise occupied, but if the man was being truly honest it didn't greatly bother him that particular night.

As the clink of ladles into pots of stew and then on into bowls started to ring out as mothers saw to putting enough food in front of their children to get at least a few minutes without another 'but why?' question, the Sea Wolf's eldest daughter and newest grand kid were a few paces away as she tried to appease the tiny boy. Alvin was riding the line right between sleep and crying because too much he didn't like was going on, held at bay only by gentle bouncing and cooing promises of high flying adventure someday in his future. By the time the rest of the family had calmed down enough to let him finally settle on being sleepy, most of the bowls were half empty and Brem's own was threatening to start to chill. As the pale woman sat back down, a breath weighed with equal parts relief and exhaustion falls from her. "I know he's not even two moons old yet, but some days it feels like it's been a hundred years already."

The statement's met immediately with a derisive snort from across the table, quickly paired with a sneer from the middle child sat next to her own boy and girl, the eldest of the grandkids. "You think -you're- tired? You've barely even started this, AND you have two other women helping you full time for ONE kid." Mytethota's tirade was paused by one of the only forces capable of doing so, sending another mouthful of red wine down her gullet. "One that you didn't even carry or have to go through labor with, I might add. Come cry about being tired when you're getting your nipples gnawed on while the next one's ready to pop out and their father's busy keeping a roof over your collective heads."

"Forgive me, little sister. I hadn't possibly considered that someone could maybe be -more- tired. I'm glad you were here to remind me so suddenly all this fatigue will fly right out of me that I must have been making up this whole time." There's a dramatic flick of her gloved hand in the air as a heavy lidded natural eye turns to the younger Sea Wolf. "It must be the three different ways I bring my money home that doesn't leave me time for both childcare AND considering how much harder it would be if I had to spend half my day marinating myself in mediocre wine so that new flavors of insufferable bitch could rise to the surface."

"Girls, that'll be enough of all that. We're here to enjoy a night with our family, so pour another helping and start enjoying." The patron of the family let his voice fall somewhere between an actual chiding and 'girls will be girls' to try and keep things light with a few notes of parental threat. It'd worked wonders for him a few decades ago when they were still growing up, but there admittedly wasn't nearly as much testing for it as adults. The snarling expressions of his two oldest weren't making him overly hopeful.

Mytethota gave a lazy toss of her hand as if she was discarding the argument like a used napkin, even while mulling over how to toss another barb out. It was her favorite tactic with her husband, and one of the few ways she kept a hold snared on him. "I'm just thankful you don't bring the little.. lizard kitten thing here while the business is actually open. It's bad enough I still get questions about how my man-dyke big sister is doing these days.." At that moment the old man at the head of the table almost felt like he was watching an explosion happen in slow motion, unable to get his head on fast enough to do anything to stop it. ".. imagine if I had to explain to them 'Oh, she has this foster kid she's raising for her two miqo'te girlfriends and pretending it's her's like some sort of female cuckold.'"

"Myteth-" Harsh fatherly scolding was swiftly put on hold as Abylnpfef caught a pale blur of motion, his eldest girl taking things immediately into her own hands as she was oft want to do. A leather bound hand snatched up a handful of wavy green strands with the sort of roar she normally reserved for the arena. The whole family of Sea Wolves watched in silent shock as the yelping frame of the middle daughter was yanked up from her seat, half way over the table they were sat at. Drug a few fulms by that hold in her hair, Brem got her younger sister parked over a half-empty pot of stew and let her linger just a heartbeat or two long enough to realize what was coming before slamming her hard down into the remnants of the meal. Her heavily made-up face when straight into the thick mess while the edge of the pot drove hard up into the woman's throat, enough to leave her without breath temporarily. The yank back up and out flung some of the mess out over the table before the pale woman throws Myte backwards hard enough to send her reeling over her seat and crashing to the floor.

"BREMWYDA!" Abylnpfef's outraged voice jumps over the absolute chaos that just broke out, standing above worried matrons and screaming children that just watched their mother and/or aunt just get stew-bombed by a family member. "What in the Navigator's name is wrong with you! Doing that to your sister!"

Whipping her attention around to her father now, a finger jabs out his way with each word that comes flowing out of the mountain of enraged roegadyn. "What's wrong with ME? Did you hear that vile shit falling out of her fucking mouth? If she were anyone BUT my sister she'd be breathing out of a new fucking mouth right where that bruise is going to form!" Pushing away from the table, she moved over to claim the carrier that Alvin was in. The infant had swiftly flipped the switch back from sleep to 'things are loud and angry and I don't like it' and was adding his wail to the symphony in the room. "The next gods-damned thing I hear out of her better be an apology to me, my boy, and my girls and some GROVELING for forgiveness! Until that happens, neither me, nor your grandson are sharing a table where that ingrown cunt hair of a person is welcome!"

[darkenmarr]

#inktober #inktober2017 #jakeparker #prompt10 #day10 #gigantic #gadhadokuro #giant #skeleton #nozuchi #demon #illustrationart Here's some characters that are young to be in my comic. XD

[mlynnartworks]

10 days strong! For the prompt Gigantic, I took a spin on the phenomenon called Alice in Wonderland syndrome. Alice Coffman, known in the ring as The Annihilator (forgive my mispelling), is capable of making any psrt of her body extremely large. The sad consequence of this ability is that another part of her body becomes incredible spindly. @jakeparker @inktober #inktober #inktober2017 #art #lineart #ink #inkdrawing #drawing #superheroes #artist #artistsofinstagram #illustration #sakurainkoctober @sakuraofamerica #day10 #prompt10 #gigantic

[rrrawrf-writes]

have a prompt #10

“Oh, my giddy aunt!” “‘Giddy aunt?' Would it kill you to actually cuss once in a while?” “You know, it doggone well could, so can it.”