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nazliwrites · 7 months
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“Books are drugs. They make me hallucinate unrealistic things.”
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emiliamildner · 7 months
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"There were few sounds she enjoyed more than the groans of dying men, but the wind was one of them." - Manon Blackbeak Crochan
I missed yesterday post because of a commission so this is technically day 4 of Inktober. It combines two prompts - Moon from #mysticalwitchtober by @/madie_arts and Blood from #inktoberwe2023 by @/carmen.dmdesign
Inspired by Throne of Glass series by Sarah J. Maas
‼️DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION!
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kueh-lapyx · 5 months
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Maeve extended a hand before her, darkness swirling in her cupped palm. "There are no gods left to watch, I'm afraid. And there are no gods left to help you now, Aelin Galathynius."
Aelin smiled, and Goldryn burned brighter. "I am a god."
She unleashed herself upon them.
~Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass book 7 by Sarah J. Maas)
I was quaking at this legendary scene, I can't not draw it hfjejcjsjjds
Anyway this piece turned out so high contrast it's delicious, really loving the unexpected manga vibes it gives me
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heyovivi · 2 years
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𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 | 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧
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alicewhimzy · 6 months
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16: Angel. 😇
I love him. His name is Pat.
Pat the angel.
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gfanlocalcryptid · 6 months
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BillFord - Inktober 2023
Day 14: 🍸Castle⚡️
This chapter will contain description of torture and toxic relationship.
Other warnings and tags are in the chapter summary.
However, the host wasn't in his throne room celebrating; instead, he was in his Penthouse, with a glass of margarita in one hand and Stanford Pines' hair clenched in a fist.
The latter was in pain like a dog. His every muscle was on fire, his heart was racing so fast he could no longer distinguish one beat from the other. And yet, plus his blurred vision, he could still distinctly see the towering golden figure of his ex-muse.
-You are so cute Fordsie...such a shame that I have to tear you apart like this.-
BillFord - Inktober 2023 (AO3)
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aidsyouinthinking · 6 months
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Inktober-ember Beast
Describe yours?
Traveler!  Traveler! Um, just a moment, of your time! I see you’ve taken a liking of that mountain, which is fine…
It certainly has its beauty, intrinsically, for all to see!
I must press that you address,
— Oh well yes, you see; It just comes to me. I don’t rhyme all the time. Only when truth is prime! So may I tell you what you want to hear?.. Okay, brilliant, I’ll try to make it clear.
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None have seen it, they only felt its wake. When it prowls around while live and awake. But it is known that a beast lies within, Its needs known to those who care to listen.
And I, myself, am one of that sort; And so I’m here, for you, to report, All facets that hopefully thwart, The likely chance you will distort. … Yes distort, it’s what the beast can do, it’ll turn your brain black and blue. … Well, it’s best before I regale you more that we put a face on the beast of this place. Don’t you agree?.. Ah well you see! Technically, more that you don’t: I mean to say, there is one way to convey: my method; else won’t. Concepts and idioms are this beast’s choice of wear. As it always lurks in the dark, here or there. And such I shall describe what it must be like, For when it’s unfortunate enough to strike It slumbers like a dragon and has the same desires to boot! A snidey little hoarder who’s quippy and rather astute. Hm, yes, I said little, and mean it too, like a cockroach or a snake; the beast is never far away from you! It lurks, watching like vulture for the soul You feel its breath on your back; you swap role.
…Hmm yes, it is a form of possession, One that elicits a confession; Distorted and abrupt aggression, With disregard for any discretion. Ah, but I am yet to finish my metaphorical sketch For with that all I say will have a place in your mind to etch although this has reminded me Of Its most unique quality: I see it with scales or chameleon flesh, That gleam and glean your seen figure afresh: Forced introspection, a kind of horror, Its game’s aim; opposite of restorer. …The mandibles of a spider, the wings of a vulture, and scales of glass? If that helps you remember what I have said, then sow visual seeds like grass I do appreciate your imagination it’s of another class!.. Oh, you wish to know what route to take, you are confused there’s no beast bypass. …Ah well no, although, the mountain’s treacherous climb may call the beast. What I describe lies not in rock, It’s paired with us until deceased. Crawls out of whatever crevice It’s in, From some deep patch of your rotting foul skin. Oh I do not mean to be rude, Nor should you be so prude. I’m sure by now we have rapport, And we both know we’ve all done stuff before! Degradation is one with life, But when aligning it’s hard strife, Like lens it burns, rubbing repeatedly, It then necrosing so conceitedly. … Conceitedly may seem an odd word choice, But see yourself like a puppet with cues, And those sores like lost strings that devoice, And in fact now sing shared tune of beast muse. … yes some do say it’s a horror story, it is not to amuse; And some may say cautionary; I do grant you should be wary, But it is real, it’s you, to avoid like the plague and accuse; Is to, in some sense self-abuse, and set a light quite the fuse. There is no trick, there is no game, You treat it all the same, With compassion and understanding, You’d be surprised how far you get with those two, I am here information-handing, Because I think that’s what we are ought to do! It may be the witty scholar in my blood, Or the mathematician under the hood: There’s no evil or good just misunderstood. So learn and ingest, give bait to the beast; Guide it to something in which you both feast. Because then it’s strings are again your own, And you saddle it like dragon or throne! Take back those lost strings, For you chorus now sings. Beast brazenly behaves. Selfish suffering shall soon stave.
I don’t know if you noticed, about being true; I do rhyme every time when being frank to you; I said within and listen a half rhyme at best, I know it’s half true and I will tell you if pressed— It want’s me to talk, regardless of if I should. It curdles, boils, raving, and ranting in my blood. It too thinks you should listen to your beast’s echoes. It want’s brethren within to make you fall and kneel. I know the sweetness of merry mirage meadows; I pick and crush flowers while frolicking with keel. It will give you taken strings and play you a tune, It waxes slope, you look over edge and stumble. I— you, don’t let our pied piper make us buffoon, I must not let sense of self and morals crumble. It smells the nicotine, pheromones, and more. It tastes iron from other’s insides turned gore. I must know me and all, if I don’t it befall It knows you so better, it will tell if you crawl I and it abuse both; added cogs between fix It and you soon to mix, like souls in river Styx We know our comforts from the easy aligned goals. We like to numb, we like to blind; we share controls. We’re put on track so we can’t go back, a knack! We don’t know what we want, we are our own claque. ----------------------------------------------------- Well that's a long one, somewhere around 1000... Oddly I think there's still more to do on this, but also that kind makes sense because of the subject... Anyway I'm tired and it is late, so here is where I say, what is now obligatory... Have a swell upcoming unconsciousness!
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cla-oh · 5 years
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✨Day 24th of the #inktober : Dizzy ✨
Nesta during all Acofas broke my heart. 😢
She is traumatized and alone, and want to be alone.
During my reading, I feel all the distress of her character, the loneliness, the feeling of falling into a black hole, the dizzyness of the memory of being traumatized. 😔🙍
I really love her character, because she's secret, alone, and want good for her sisters even if she doesn't want to admit it.
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pattokarts · 3 years
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Day 06: Fall || Fancy Chair
»The Fanciest of Chairs« ✨ Honestly, I couldn’t think of anything more fancy than a gold-cushioned chair with a stained glass backrest. Probably also the most uncomfortable, but beauty is pain.
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zoyastormwitch · 5 years
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obviously rowaelin for inktober day 9 🖤🥰 | instagram | art tag
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nazliwrites · 7 months
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Choosing academia as a career was my own choice that I enjoy and regret everyday simultaneously.
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emiliamildner · 3 years
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Inktober day 12 - Cross Over
Nesta Archeron from ACOTAR and Manon Blackbeak from Throne of Glass series by Sarah J. Maas
DO NOT REPOST MY ART TO OTHER PLATFORMS
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It’s day 2 of #inktober and the second prompt of #theenchantedglade list is ‘Amulet’. and I decided to draw some different versions of  the amulet of Orynth from TOG🙂
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Shoddy lighting sorry
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esynkart · 5 years
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inktober day 13 - ash
starring Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius
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crypticchords · 5 years
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Day 23 :- ancient
Ok guys I'm sorry I really wanted to do watercolor today so I just did multimedia of ink and watercolor
(mainly watercolor tho shhh)
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simsamy · 6 years
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Inktober - Cruel -
My favorite Witchling Manon Blackbeak
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