#nihitober25

[firefly-sketches]

Day 14: construct

[dr-fancy-pants]

Won't be able to work on it today nor this week end at all so here's my October 3rd/nihitober #3 and #4 piece sketch !

#3 choice (Ed choosing to set fire to his home, Roy giving Ed the choice to enter the military) and #4 aware (by the end, they've both been through human transmutation and seen the truth/Truth)

Roy has never enlisted/conscripted/pressured Ed into the army, he gave him a CHOICE, the only opportunity they had, but a choice nonetheless, I will die on this hill.

Hope I can ink/paint it one day and do it justice ! I kinda like the composition and the ideas behind it.

[nihidea-art]

Nihitober Edition III: distinkt

eager and early this year, but here's my prompt list for this year's october art event! Revolving around themes of identity and sense of self, I will be creating ink art again, this time with a green colour accent, as you can see.

Feel free to join me and use the prompts for your own creations--art, writing, whatever you want. You can do just one day or join me for all 31 prompts, just remember to use #nihitober or #nihitober25 in your first five tags or @ me so I can see and share your creations!

ETA: No content restrictions except for this ONE RULE: NO AI. Human-made art only. idc about quality just make it your damn self.

Feel free to share this to spread the word 💚

(prompt list in plain text under the cut:)

Missing

Ghost

Choice

Aware

Fury

Fake

Definition

Refuse

Call

Corruption

Self

Root

Electric

Construct

Defy

Empty

Destruct

Grief

Tension

Change

Isolated

Close

Resistance

Still

Distortion

Gravity

Only

Distinct

Erase

Drown

Goodbye

[araived]

Inktober Day 13: Electric

[asterfires]

The Poets are Calling

Call back to me poets Send me back the muses From me you have taken my inspiration And dotted me with bruises

Send back for me, friends Foes or enemies The precursor need not matter I need the spirit in me

To lift a pen, again To write with a metaphor trail To be inspired again To not watch every rhyme fail

To live, to fall and to fall in love To give, to take, to observe Infinite possibilities, oh muse If you would be of use

Can you hear my echo, In the cave of the dead? If all the poets died together, Where is the disease bred?

In the mind, the soul, the body? The pen, the sword, the tongue? Is it bred anywhere and everywhere Or maybe for those special ones?

I'll die among the poets They'll welcome me home We'll be buried in flowers  Face turned to the liminal

And if they ask who I was The words will speak my name They will tell my story I will have my fame

Achilles was a poet,  Bathed in full glory, Died in full blood, And yet we know his story.

I will be just like him I will seek my fame Call it kleos or not In the end it's all to gain

Come, inspire me muses. Let me see the lakes of the poets Let me reach the mountains of the recluses Our country's geniuses

Crown everything in full gold Full splendour and radiance Let nothing ever age Let everything be momentaneous

I will speak of the flowers in the fields I will touch the river bed I will give way to nature I will give way to death

Let me speak And, oh poets, may you listen! I want to be among the greats I want to be reminiscent

Of the whisps of the past That whisper sweetly in our ear Of the haunts of the future  That stand so close and near

And last of all Of the sight of the present And all the action it beholds:

Hold the flower, lie down, and take your last breath

Tonight we die among the poets

[k1ttykaty]

Day 2 - Ghost

Kittie from the show ghosts! I feel like I don't do her justice, but I love her (and the show in general) so much <3

[belovedstill]

fury (ao3) guardian, weilan | T | ~500 words, post-canon, canon compliant, introspective, anger, shen wei's gui nature shining through, domestic

Late at night, Shen Wei fights a lonesome battle against the realisations of how close he'd come to forever losing Zhao Yunlan.

written for day 5 of ace's #nihitober, prompt: fury

Sometimes, Shen Wei lies awake at night and can’t stop his thoughts from spiraling. Zhao Yunlan breathes at his side, his chest moving rhythmically with each breath.

Alive. Alive. Alive.

And yet, Shen Wei’s mind is, just as rhythmically, filled with waves and waves of anxious:

What if—

What if—

What if—

Each dreadfully unended. 

It’s been three months since the Guardian Lantern gained its wick back, re-lit for centuries to come. The danger is gone. Shen Wei is still here. Zhao Yunlan is safe. Kunlun’s memories are back. The Lantern is alight. Everything that’s happened has been brushed out of the general public’s awareness. 

Zhao Yunlan is safe.

Zhao Yunlan. Is. Safe.

But he almost wasn’t.

Shen Wei feels the beginnings of the tremble in his veins early enough to slide his arms from around Zhao Yunlan, undisturbed, and turns onto the other side, away from him. Restless power tenses his hands until he folds them into shaking fists and curls himself inward.

The Yanluo Kings. The guards. The Regent. Everybody else involved who had even the tiniest part in leading Zhao Yunlan before the Yanluo court.

The soul-fire in his pendant nearly became the only thing of Zhao Yunlan Shen Wei could still hold close.

Planning to sacrifice their god for their continued pathetic, puny existence, right under his nose, and it almost happened.

They should have all died. He should have ended them. They would have deserved it.

When the wick eventually extinguishes, will they try again—?

Liquid ice rushes through his veins, solidifies in his fingertips, and sharpens his nails into blades of claws.

Me bleeding upsets him.

Just like that, he forcibly relaxes his fingers before the claws can pierce his skin. With nowhere to go, the roaring beast inside tears into his lungs. Shen Wei bites his lips, curls in tighter, and waits it through.

The sheets behind him rustle. In the next moment, Yunlan slings an arm around his waist. His forehead presses between his shoulder blades. The parts he touches flood with near-unbearable heat.

Shen Wei forces himself still, eyes now wide open in the dark.

Yunlan settles against him to his own comfort, then sighs and slumps back into restful sleep.

He almost didn’t get to have this; it was almost stolen from him.

Despite everything, it’s there. He’s still here. Yunlan knows him—knows him—and still lets his own guard off, rolls onto his back and shows off the vulnerable softness of his belly. Others had this in the past, he knows, he’s seen it, but it was merely an echo of what Yunlan gives him.

It’s clear, now.

The warmth spreads under his skin in lazy swirls, like ink poured in water. The beast inside tilts its face into it, squints its eyes in pleasure and purrs.

The calm returns in stages, inching its way over him together with the first rays of the morning sun. A new day has arrived.

The world continues to turn.

Yunlan begins to stir, absent-mindedly strokes soothing circles against Shen Wei’s stomach.

They’re alive.

[spira-nova]

Going through prompts and lists and mashing them up as I see fit, and this list spoke to me. Here's Day 1 in honor of the first prompt "Missing". Might do a few more from this list, we'll see how I feel tomorrow.

Happy Inktober~