#somewhat late

[sparticus2000art]

Woah it’s my first inktober tale post, only several days late!

I’ve been at a convention so I haven’t had much time to myself…

Also I arbitrarily decided I’m doing all of my pieces this year with CYMK colour scheme… we’ll see how that goes lol.

The prompt list was made by comyet and is as follows (I’m using the shorter list this year):

[rachelrothspeaks]

Happy Birthday!

@dickgrayson-speaks :)

[mrgreedyguts]

Since that little Christmas short, imagine Black Hat stuffed from eating a large Christmas feast?

Nothing like a nap by the fire after a huge meal!

[victoria-ann-writes]

Daily Short Story

Not a soul had seen her face in fifty years. She took a hammer to every mirror in her house, and nearly never went outside. On the few occasions when she did go out, she wore a heavy, black veil to cover her face. Normally, neighbours might find this strange; however, we did not. We’ve taught our children and grandchildren how strong this woman is, and how all of us would feel if he went through what she has. 

Today I turn fifty-two, the same age as the woman living at the end of our block. I hurry up and wrap the platter of cookies I spent the morning baking. There’s lemon crinkle, chocolate chip (with both milk and white chocolate chips of course), sugar, strawberries ‘n’ cream, and even Oreo cookies. I smile to myself, satisfied with my job well done. I hurry up and put my sandals on and walk out the front door. 

The sun is bright in my eyes, the sky is clear and beautiful. Though it’s rather warm out, it feels nice on my slightly shrivelled skin. I smile at the neighbourhood kids as I walk down the sidewalk towards the seemingly abandoned house at the end of the block. The slight breeze pushes my semi-short, dark hair in and out of my face. I try to tuck it behind my ear to no avail, so I decide it’s probably best to ignore it. 

Finally, I stand outside the gate of the mysterious house. The brick walls are now lined with thick vines and the lawn is slightly overgrown. I take a deep breath and unhinge the lock on the rickety, old fence. The rust on the hinges squeaks as I push it open. I walk down the stone pathway towards the front door when I notice a window with its curtain wide open, an unusual sight for this house. I quicken my step to the front porch and finally set the platter on a little table next to the door so I don’t drop it. Amazingly, the glass door doesn’t squeak as I open it to get to the wooden door on the other side. I knock as hard as I can.

Breath. I knock again. Several more heartbeats go by before I try to open the door. It’s unlocked, weird. I scoop up the platter in one hand and walk in the front door.

If I was anyone else, I would’ve left the cookie platter on the doorstep and left. Not me, I need to make sure Vee is okay. See, the woman who lives here, at this mysterious house at the end of my block, is my best friend. Her name is Venus June. And my name is Luna Elizabeth. Vee and I were born on the same day, in the same hospital, at the same time. Our moms wanted us to be friends because of this fact alone, but Vee and I were meant for so much more, adventures that my parents would never be okay with. Vee and I both tried to lead normal lives with husbands and children, but her attempts all failed. Her husband and two sons perished in a house fire ten years ago. She’s worn the veil and refused to come out of her house since. 

I take off my sandals next to the door and walk to the kitchen on the right, setting my platter down on the counter. “Vee, it’s me,” I yell through the house. “I’ve brought you some cookies, they’re on the counter.” Where could she be? Before I can think about my options, I grab a nearby flashlight and begin to look through the house for my friend. I cleared the first floor and suddenly got a shiver down my spine. What the hell?

[bringbackmargaret2k18]

Margaret has been in a coma for : 735 days.

[thriller-whale]

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[famous-meat-pies-blog]

ᄏ ☁ ღ

ᄏ:Play any instruments?

I used to play the flute, and still can play a few tunes. I also can pick out a melody on the piano, but anything with the left hand is beyond my skill.

☁:Ever wanted to learn a foreign language?

I’d love to, but foreign language programs are expensive af. French would be awesome to know, just because so many of my favorite books were originally French. (Les Miserables, Phantom, The Three Musketeers, Hunchback of Notre Dame…)

ღ:Post a gif of what you’re currently feeling right now.

(gif by creating-tabs)

(No, no, I’m not bitter toward anyone right now, why do you ask? *grumpyface*)

[superastutecore]

It was with a loud and somewhat ugly groan that the android first tested his new body, stretching his arms out wide in the hall as though waking up from a long sleep.

It was good to be back, he decided, even if the android allotted to him was... admittedly, a far cry from what he would have preferred. As if the facility would allow him to have anything better.

With a sigh, and a testing pat to his stomach, it was decided that looking this particular gift horse in the mouth wasn't a good idea.