#rwdtober 2024

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RWDtober Prompts!

We’ve done this before so I thought it might be fun to bring it back another year! So, here’s a prompt a day for October, for you to use as inspiration for any form or art or content you wish. This year the prompts are based on C2/Sigil, but you can create for any campaign, oneshot, au, or other.

This isn’t a proper event, so no rules or restrictions apply, just have fun with it in anyway you like!

Plus some bonus, slightly more C1 focused but equally applicable extra prompts, in case any of the above don’t take your fancy. There’s a couple up there I wish I’d changed by I really can be bothered now… rip

Alt text with all prompts under the cut

Open

Jink

Charm

Hive

Business Card

Song

Shadow

Peak

Mimic

Sword

Berk

Insight

Contact

Lost

Heal

Petitioner

Bar

Portal

Disguise

Office

Rat

Cagestruck

Knight

Flower

Market

Snakespeare

Ooze

Trial

Critical

Celestial

Shut

Bonus Prompts:

Weave, Artifice, Dream, Cook, Imprison, Ring

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Today’s RWDtober is a sneak peak at the start of an Oobtaglor

And by start I mean I did the line art for the lute

Pretty

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I was going to draw up a business card design for today but hand is hurt due to my own stupidity

So instead I quickly wrote this instead, replaced today’s prompt with the bonus one Weave

They boys… they fighting, gayly

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Imma be real blunt and just outright say, writing this kinda sucked and I not super happy with the final product, but maybe I'm just in a mood idk

At least it's done

Replaced todays rwdtober prompt with the bonus prompt 'Artifice' so this... counts... look it's tenuous I know but good enough

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Nothing much but a quick itty bitty Ingrid thing for RWDtober, writing continues under the cut :)

Prompt: Open

Ingrid huffed, blowing strands of silvery hair from her face as she overlooked the shop front. A tall lurching building, the shuttered windows of the upper floors looking over the uneven cobbled street, leaving the windows and door beneath it in shadow. Soft amber light shone from within, hazy through the Lower Ward’s ever present smog. Hanging over the door, in neat cursive, was a sign.

Beside her, a man no taller than her hip shuffled, his well kept chain mail clinking. “It looks lovely ma’am, very inviting.”

She glanced down, seeing little more than the bounce of curly brown hair as Bileyg nodded in approval. Despite being under half her height he was over twice as broad, and had been a wonderful help in arranging the office. A trustworthy hand. Just what she needed for her newest enterprise.

“Yes I do think so too. Perhaps at some point we could get a spot of paint and really make it shine. Good signage is always the way to better business. I knew this man who painted the most beautiful posters, I had him do mine back in the day and oh, how gloriously he portrayed me.” She sighed, her wistfulness a mere act to suppress the unrelated giddy and undignified bubbling in her chest. “Yes, I do think I’ll call by him some time.”

“Sounds lovely,” Bileyg said, his apple cheeked face smiling up at her.

Ingrid nodded absently, eyes drifting back to the open sign, clear and crisp, the paint fresh enough to still burn as she breathed in. “Mm, yes, lovely indeed.”

As much as she liked the drama of a finale, the exhilarating ride of the second act, it was always the introduction she most enjoyed. The ancipation, the nerves, the yet unfound joy of something new. A smile tugged at her painted lips, and she took a deep breath in, ignoring the smog. The overture had begun, her new chapter, a fresh act. Ingrid clicked her heels together, and allowed one gleeful clap before composing herself once more.

The opening number was upon her, now it was time to find her mark. Now, the performance had truely begun.

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A day late but RWDtober short!

For the prompt: Lost

Evrard stumbled forward, a sharp ache shooting up his leg with each step, his waistcoat damp and crusted with old blood. The cavern around him was dark despite his eyes having had ample time to adjust. Occasionally a torch, burning with false fire, would be found bracketed to the wall, sending the shadows writhing away into the crevices of rough stone. The firelight revealed the many marks that adorned the space.

Scratched words, letters, entire paragraphs, layered upon one another until almost all but the freshest and deepest were intelligible. Evrard paused precisely once to read through them.

When does it end when does it end when does it—

Let me out My Lady, let me out

I have been here before. We have all been here before.

He did not bother reading further. Turning his dead eyes away, he continued. Scanning the walls revealed nothing beyond more endless scrawling, and scouring the ground only showed it was eroded into a faint trough. Like a game trail, weathered into the rock. Hundreds of footsteps like his own. So many that it was smoothed to a shine.

The pad pad pad of his steps was the only noise. A monotonous tune. Slow and steady. Grating his ears. He tucked them against his back. It didn’t help. Nothing helped.

Pad pad pad

A pause to search around. There was nothing.

Pad pad pad

Evrard found and old coin purse tucked into the rock. Empty and damaged. It was useless.

Pad pad pad

He stopped, a flicker of movement disturbing his vision. Something glinted ahead under the firelight of the next torch. He bounded forward, it ignoring his pain. If his heart still beat it may have started to race at the sight. At the notion of there being something. Anything.

He slowed as he reached it, whole body tensing. His nose twitched, almost missing the sharp iron scent that hit the back of his throat with how accustomed to it he was. Blood. Dark and nearly dried blood crusted the floor. His ears stood tall, rotating as he listen for a threat. He kept his head low, investigating the splatter. It formed around a long thin shape, another one ahead, and then another, set in the steady pace of someone’s steps. Someone with a limping gait and non humanoid feet.

Evrard stilled, closing his eyes, a heavy dread growing in his cold inwards. He stepped his own injured leg into the prints.

A perfect fit.

He’d stumbled upon his own tracks. His own trail. He was going in circles.

An endless, unrelating, loop.

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Due to other pirate related projects I did not get around to doing rwdtober stuff so, retroactively consider this day 4, Hive

shhh I make the rules (there's no rules) it's fine it counts

!!! The sillies on their not date

This is shorter than intended but I have shit to go do so had to cut it here for now

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Reblogging as October approaches!!!

RWDtober Prompts!

We’ve done this before so I thought it might be fun to bring it back another year! So, here’s a prompt a day for October, for you to use as inspiration for any form or art or content you wish. This year the prompts are based on C2/Sigil, but you can create for any campaign, oneshot, au, or other.

This isn’t a proper event, so no rules or restrictions apply, just have fun with it in anyway you like!

Plus some bonus, slightly more C1 focused but equally applicable extra prompts, in case any of the above don’t take your fancy. There’s a couple up there I wish I’d changed by I really can be bothered now… rip

Alt text with all prompts under the cut

Open

Jink

Charm

Hive

Business Card

Song

Shadow

Peak

Mimic

Sword

Berk

Insight

Contact

Lost

Heal

Petitioner

Bar

Portal

Disguise

Office

Rat

Cagestruck

Knight

Flower

Market

Snakespeare

Ooze

Trial

Critical

Celestial

Shut

Bonus Prompts:

Weave, Artifice, Dream, Cook, Imprison, Ring

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It’s here!! Well for my timezone at least

Probably gonna try write some short drabbles and do some sketches myself, as time is now becoming limited rip

But gonna try do more stuff for the c2 characters! :D

RWDtober Prompts!

We’ve done this before so I thought it might be fun to bring it back another year! So, here’s a prompt a day for October, for you to use as inspiration for any form or art or content you wish. This year the prompts are based on C2/Sigil, but you can create for any campaign, oneshot, au, or other.

This isn’t a proper event, so no rules or restrictions apply, just have fun with it in anyway you like!

Plus some bonus, slightly more C1 focused but equally applicable extra prompts, in case any of the above don’t take your fancy. There’s a couple up there I wish I’d changed by I really can be bothered now… rip

Alt text with all prompts under the cut

Open

Jink

Charm

Hive

Business Card

Song

Shadow

Peak

Mimic

Sword

Berk

Insight

Contact

Lost

Heal

Petitioner

Bar

Portal

Disguise

Office

Rat

Cagestruck

Knight

Flower

Market

Snakespeare

Ooze

Trial

Critical

Celestial

Shut

Bonus Prompts:

Weave, Artifice, Dream, Cook, Imprison, Ring