@ghoultober day 13: Laminate
Cooking isn’t he’s strenght.

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@ghoultober
@ghoultober day 13: Laminate
Cooking isn’t he’s strenght.
@ghoultober day 12: Soar
That super mutant wanted to have some fun… at least he throws in the water.
@ghoultober day 11: Lights
Red Glare, far away. Better stay where we are and keep a low profile. Even the nightstalkers know it.
@ghoultober day 10: Radiation
Welcome to Devil’s Throat!
@ghoultober day 6: Power
“This. This is power… I guess.”
Hati and Sköll are playing further, no worries, they are still there <3
@ghoultober day 8: Shards
He protect against filthy smoothies!
@ghoultober day 7: Dive
There is a table with card players and their game…. weird…
@ghoultober day 6: Power
“This. This is power… I guess.”
Hati and Sköll are playing further, no worries, they are still there <3
@ghoultober day 5: Prison
“I remember those people. I remember their big armors and their hatred for our kind. They captured a bunch of us and locked us into cages like animals in a zoo. Never chat with us, but always loud when talking to each others. I could hear them talking about the collar. A device they had just found that could explode on command with a signal or whatever. I don’t know how it works exactly. We were their test subjects… I saw the ghouls in my cage… Falling on the ground, headless, spreading that gross mashed flesh and the blood… so much blood. I guess I was the lucky one. The collar I was granted was defective. It short circuited, melted on my neck and burned me. But I was still alive and the collar couldn’t hurt me more. I took advantage of my luck and escaped. This collar will be an eternal souvenir.”
@ghoultober day 4: Radio
@wanderingtycho and I played fallout new vegas again recently and I noticed the dialogues of the Black Mountain Radio and went “wtf?”. So here’s Rouge and Harris reacting to the… show?
@ghoultober day 2: Crops
Ruin crops that could help people survive (not just NCR) or let people die, I feel like there was no good choice. Tough choice. I hated this choice.
@ghoultober day 3: Checkered
Dunno where you found that buuuuut… Big nope.
She awoke with a gasp, fingers closing around the shotgun at her side while her other hand flies to her hair. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she looked around the gloomy room, eyes wide in terror. The room was empty and the constant dripping of the pipes was all she could hear other than her own panting breaths, but this did little to calm her racing pulse.
The dream had been so vivid… seeing the figure with sallow and rotted skin, skeletal fingers touching her… she gives a shudder before curling around herself a little and holding her shotgun like a lifeline. She was so alone and new terrors plagued what sleep she got.
“Where are you…” She murmurs softly. “You promised…” Her voice sounded despondent even to her own ears as she looks toward the stairs leading from the dank basement.
She had been waiting alone for two days now for her partner to return from their excursion. They had promised her they would return and shortly, and to wait for them.
“When you return… you said we’d make a new life somewhere safe.” She wipes at her eyes with one sleeve, chin settling on her knees. “I have waited… when will you come back… when?”
(Part 2 of 31)
( @ghoultober )
IT’S OCTOBER!!!! And with october comes… INKTOBER!!! And more important for me… GHOULTOBER!!!! I’ll try this year to finish the month! èwé
@ghoultober day 1: Roads
It was her hair that first got his attention, the dark auburn locks a glowing flash in the surrounding decay of the darkening city. His hand closes quickly around the rusty pipe of his favorite makeshift weapon, silently moving it to his face so he can use the scope to get a closer look at this new and unwitting prey.
Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, the color a vibrant beacon which seemed to glow in the setting sun. She was a human of course, soft and pink, wide innocent eyes flitting around her as she picked her way through the debris. Just another human in his city to eat up his precious resources.
He slowly descends down from the rooftop safety of his hideout, eyes ever watching the beauty below as he went. The city grew dark and it was a perfect time for him to hunt.
Following behind the clearly frightened woman, he picks his way along until she entered a half collapsed house. He waits for several hours and she does not exit. This must be where she chose to hide the night out.
He finds her, fortified in the basement and curled up on a makeshift cot. She slept with a shotgun at her side, clever woman. But he was the superior hunter, having survived as long as he did.
He creeps close, once more looking upon the hair that pooled around her head. He stops moving once close enough and carefully reaches out, radiation scarred fingers brushing into her hair.
Biting back a moan, he sinks his fingers deep into the hair. He would have her, he decided, she would be his.
His decaying fingers slid through the tresses ever so softly as his free hand pulls a knife free from his belt.
All he could think, as he shifted the knife toward the sleeping womans’ throat, was how like silk her lovely hair felt.
(Part 1 of 31)
Ghoultober 2019 Prompt List!
It’s that time again!
Here is 2019′s prompt list. Rules are the same as last year. Any media, any order, whatever you want to create!
The only change is, in addition to tagging #ghoultober, please tag @ghoultober as well! The reason being for the extra tag, is because tumblr’s been giving other writing and art challenge mods trouble with knowing about submissions to their challenges, via the tag searches alone. So, hopefully, a notification tag will alert me so that I might reblog the post like normal!
After 48 hours, if I haven’t reblogged your post, please send me an ask with the prompt name that you did, and I will see to reblogging it. I am currently on vacation, so I might be slow for the first week and a half. But I will have internet connection! So I’ll get to it all eventually.
Remember! Have fun and Keep Creating!
Mod Danaan
Hey :D any ghoultober list this year?
I hadn’t realized we still had interest in doing that this year. So, I just quickly banged one out and will post it here in a few minutes! I’m already looking forward to everyone’s art!