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Inktober prompt 3: Boots

In the early morning dark something shifted in the diner. The air, the mood, the electromagnetic field distribution.

A creature hidden within awoke. Stretching and peeling from the bottom of a booth to touch the floor. Disturbed from slumber by the subtle shift.

Bleary eyes focused on the crack that showed the diner beyond the underbooth.

A pair of black boots made from a smooth material and covered in excessive boot straps shifted through the reflections of the metal poles that held the barstools aloft. They passed the booth creature making not a sound, not a whisper, but left behind a waft of melancholy.

BRIGHT LIGHTS!

The creature retreated further under the booth. Grumbles and quiet growls mixed with metal clangs from behind the wall that hid the food place. The scents of oil, grease, sugar, starch, food filled the space. The creature hungered.

CRASH!

A bell chimed as the front door was rapidly swung open. A series of high pitched chirps called out to the grumbler and loud rumblings replied.

A pair of bright pink boots that glittered in the diner light sped past the booth. Stars on hologram charm anklets orbited lazily in contrast to their wearer's brisk movements. Then, they disappeared behind the wall.

The chirping and grumbling continued. The creature skitteted beneath tables and booths, searching for a breakfast appetizer. None were to be found, however, as the creature had cleaned the floor before sleep the night before.

Voices and boots filled the diner as the breakfast rush began.

The creature clung to the shadows opting for stealth as it searched for a familiar pair of boots amongst the breakfast crowd.

There they were at the usual booth. Plain in appearance. Nothing special about them. These boots belonged to the kind tall one, the one that had seen the creature before. The one that slid bits of food off the table when no one was looking.

A yellow, starch stick lay between the boots. The creature snatched it into the shadows and munched on its salty goodness. Delicious.

The air shifted once more. Slow, careful steps tread down the aisle. The creature stiffened sensing danger. This tall one was strange, was powerful, was benthic.

The creature pressed into the shadow's depths. As the shiny, black knee-high boots approached the booth, the creature pressed into the ground. Don't see, don't be seen.

The boots stopped beyond the booth for a second. Then they continued. The creature relaxed.

A deep voice added to the mumbling of the tall ones. The high pitched chirps answered back. The creature returned to look for more starch sticks.

The plain boots had left the booth, and stood instead. They stood beside the waders. Chirping came from above.

A lightning fast movement proceeded an iron grip on the creature's back.

Lifted the eyes of the scavenger met those of the tall ones. Bright, curious eyes. Dark, wary eyes. Brown eyes, touched with disappointment.

The creature had been caught.

IT'S ONE MINUTE TO MIDNIGHT SO IT STILL COUNTS-

Day 3 - Boots

the prompt is boots? so here's some boots. you can clearly tell which styles i've had more practice with, but hey, the challenge didn't say anything about the art needing to look good

Dreaming of Good Times

A wonderful Pokemon chinese animated short film directed by DaiWei (All Saints Street) and produced by MTJJ / HMCH studio (Legend of Hei) for Chinese New Year.

Youtube link

Ooo, is that the Hudson River I see? 👀

self-flagellation and self-bullying are all bad motivators for change BTW. it can be hard to escape from a spiral but genuinely u have to be nice to urself or nothing will change

I'M CRYING WHY DID TRUMP TAG PAPYRUS

🦉Positivity owl reporting for duty! This was sent by a friend who wants you to smile as much as your posts make them smile. Please list five things that make you unique, four things you are super passionate about and why, OR three of your favorite memories. Feel free to send the owl to those who you feel deserve to smile🦉

Whoooooo wants to know? Lol

5 things that make me Me

1. My writing style is unique to me as is everyone's.

2. I live in space (oh wait everyone does...)

3. I am Happily married to my best friend forever

4. I love the internet because it inspires me, despite all the ick, the goodness and beauty I see brings me hope and joy and I hope to be able to add to that positivity through the content I create

5. I believe in God, the Bible, and the Book of Mormon, and I believe that love will always win the wars hate never could

He really does just say things

Dirtwit is my favorite from the unused combinations

This might be handy for the writing crowd

Hello, tumblr user. Before you is a tumblr post asking you to name a female fictional character. You have unlimited time to tag a female character, NOT a male one.

Begin.

Instead of doing the work that I was supposed to do today, I decided to illustrate one of my biggest pet peeves.

Wholesome.

Basilica of the Heavenly King

Nautilus expedition live streams (+ their commentary) 2023 Highlights

This idea came to me at 3am so don’t ask.

by reblogging this post you affirm that your ask box is a trick or treating house this halloween. the porch light is on, there's pumpkins, there's candy. let's all go to each other's blogs and get treats🖤

Since Space Marine 2 came out this week here is some of my Space Shark art.

W H E E Z E

This is so funny to me because my feed has been full of Lotr posts for like a week because of you two and only now are yall like "ya know what? Not my thing."

I'm dying xD

...will i be instantly booted from the Catholic Former-Homeschool Kid Club if i admit that i'm not the biggest fan of LotR

I'd read a fictional atlas/encyclopedia written by some of y'all

No offense but I think some of you would be a lot happier writing a fictional atlas or encyclopedia instead of a narrative story

I'm real late for this one sorry!

Inktober 2: Discovery

A monster. That's what the mob had said. They claimed a witch, a child born to the unholy union of an evil spirit and a mortal lived in these woods. A witch that could transform into a horrible monster had wreaked havoc amongst them and done damage to their homes.

Adelon didn't see any signs of a monster though. It was actually quite peaceful in the night covered woods. The half moon peaked through the canopy, and creatures sang in the darkness.

Striding confidently between trunks and over roots Adelon looked for signs of larger life. He shifted his guitar case on his shoulder as he scanned the area.

"How am I supposed to find someone out in the woods? This place is huge."

He shook his head and carried on with a sigh.

If he had known the price for his drink would be hunting down some monster he would've thought twice about drinking it. Maybe next time he would turn down the drink and the work, they say third time's the charm after all.

The hairs on the back of Adelon's neck stood up. He had caught a scent. Grief, despair, hopelessness drifted through the air. His mouth watered at the smell and he stretched his jaw a little.

Blue light filled his eyes as he leaned into his nightvision. The world became a livid blue color as details sharpened. He inhaled deeply. The despair was still faint, being carried on the wind from a ways off.

A shift of course and a shift in determination.

The scent struck again but stronger this time. Hairs stood on end once more. There was something else in the smell setting off alarms. He tightened his grip around the handle of the guitar case he carried.

Forgoing stealth the steady stride continued. Snapping twigs and rustling leaves accompanied rapid foot steps towards the despair-filled being.

Why would a monster despair this way?

A choked breath preceded a shift in the underbrush. Something was trying to flee. Someone was trying to hide.

"Hello? Whoever you are you can come out!"

A flash of white stood out against the dark blue leaves in the livid light. The smell of anguish left in its wake.

The chase began. Stealth was now adopted as much as possible while keep up with the flashes of skin and clothing. A quiet rush through a now silent forest. The moonbeams now forming a maze of split shadows.

A breath of fresh air struck Adelon, bereft of the scent he had been chasing. His head whipped around and his nostrils flared. He found it again, filtering through a thick clump of brush.

There was a hollow leading under a large tree behind the brush. It reeked of the darker emotions Adelon fed upon. Within pressed into the shadows against the wall was a pale creature with long black hair wearing a tattered graying blue dress.

A slitted pupil stared through the curtain of hair. The creature flashed a pair of lower fangs at the intruder. The low growl of a cornered creature warned against further entry.

Adelon placed the guitar case on the ground in front of him as he stepped through the brush and held his hands up.

"Hi. I was sent to find you, not hurt you. Ok?"

He touched the ceiling of the hollow and twisted from side to side to show he had no concealed weapons, and he pushed the guitar case a little further in with his foot.

The growling subsided and the slitted pupil widened into a more circular shape. The two stared each other down in silence.

The pale creature shifted away from the darkest shadows.

"What are you?"

"We're uh...friends."

"We?"

Adelon opened his mouth to respond but was stopped when he heard the creak of treated wood behind him. He whirled to see a dark figure hiding amongst the trees before he felt a sharp pain pierce his chest. He stumbled from the impact and tripped over the guitar case falling into the hollow.

The growls started again, angry this time. Adelon's eyes met a slitted one.

He cursed at the arrow in his shoulder. Then cursed as his quarry began to shift. Then whistled sharp.

The growling stopped for a second and the slit focused on the source of the high pitched sound, confused. Then black tendrils burst the guitar case and wrapped around the shifting creature pulling it tight and pulling it down. A roar of defiance swelled with the angered creature.

Animalistic growls and roaring static filled the hollow. A pair of arrows bounced off the ivory spine of the shadowy creature that had emerged from the case.

"Keep her down Bell! I'll handle the archers."

The slitted eyes widened as they watched the strange intruder rip the arrow from his chest. Then with a mixture of horror and wonder they watched his face split, his mouth opening wider then it should. A bright blue substance was spit into the night, once then twice. This was followed by yelling and a sickening thud as something fell from height.

The yells of witch, monster, and traitor swelled, as did the the barrage of arrows striking too close for comfort. They had been followed.

Struggle, shift, survive. That was what she knew, so that was what she did.

"Adelon! The orb, get us out of here!"

The shadow monster spoke in the voice of a bell choir through static.

A delicately crafted skeletal hand pulled a glass orb filled with swirling indigo smoke. Adelon took it and stared into its depths.

"Naut! Naut pick up!"

A bright green eye filled the mists. It's cross-hair pupil focusing on the vampire squid spawn.

"Adelon. Have you found her?"

"Yes we found her. But we ran into a-"

His words bled into a yell as another arrow pierced his shoulder. He ripped it out, then turned and fired another glob of bioluminescent goo into the night.

"Hurry up Adelon! I'm losing my grip."

"Are you under attack?"

"Yes! Get us out of here Naut! We got her! Get us out NOW!"

A chant mixed with a low resonating meow echoed from the orb. Light grew in the slits of the cross hair pupil as the echoing sound crescendoed. The orb split, opening a swirling portal that filled the back wall of the hollow.

Pinks, purples, indigos, yellows, oranges, greens, reds. They swirled and dance amongst each other. Neon and matte clashing, mixing, sloshing as the doorway to the In-Between sputtered like an open wound in the fabric of the universe.

"Help me move her!"

"Right! 3...2...1...Jump!"

Adelon and Lucy Bell shoved the shifting, struggling creature they had been sent to retrieve through the portal.

They drifted through the In-Between feeling like they were being pulled apart in every direction while resting in the comfort of lucid imagination. Whether they screamed or sang they knew not, but just as quickly as they entered they fell to a wooden floor.

Lucy Bell unfurled from the large, scaled creature she had contained, swirling herself up into a jaguar-like appearance to return the growls she was receiving from the creature.

Adelon shuffled himself into a chair at a table and collapsed. Applying pressure to his most recent wound as it began to regenerate beneath his palm.

The scaled creatures eyes shifted between the two who had shoved it through the strange portal. Her growl had deepened and warned not to strike. Her rows of sharp teeth bared, her claws rested on the floor, her scales fully emerged to protect her. The hair that had acted as a curtain to hide her had become a thick mane that now stood on end to make her seem bigger.

The shifting, wary gaze fell upon a third creature that stood directly before her. An odd creature; small and furry, with pointed ears and pupils the shape of a four-pointed star. It's two tails swayed back and forth as if it was pleased to see her.

"Hello Lungling. I am Naut, the owner of this fine establishment. Tell me, what is your name?"

When you finally find out about your ADHD.