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WOWZERS! Gotta prep!
#augtickletober2024 is here!!
October's on it's way, and it's time to get ready!! Over at @tickletober, folks voted and said that July would be the best month to drop this year's list, so here's mine!
It's time to start prepping for TickleTober 2024!!
As always -- this challenge is just for fun! There is no pressure to complete every prompt, just do what you want/what you can. Jump around the list, pick and choose, combine, and interpret the prompts however you like. Just enjoy yourself! Don't burn out trying to do it all!!
Also, I believe it was last year, it was suggested by an anon that list-makers might provide a daily prompt list and a weekly prompt list. I was already done with last year's material by the time that came in, but this year I planned ahead for it! The groupings of prompt in the daily prompt list correlate directly with the extended prompts in the weekly prompt list. Use both, use one or the other, or forgo these lists and use none at all -- it's all up to you!
As always, I'll be eager to see all the works created with these prompts under the tag #augtickletober2024! And I'll be reblogging (sfw) content from both my list and others over at @tickletober throughout the month of October!
Happy creating, everyone!
Chiron and Mr D: now that you've trained at camp for one (1) week it's time for you to embark on a quest to retrieve Zeus' lightning bolt and stop all out war from breaking out amongst the Gods.
Percy: are you aware that i am twelve years old
Chiron and Mr D: this is your dad's will
Percy: is he aware that i am twelve years old
Your art is beautiful. You should charge more. You are worth so much more.
Aaaa i feel like crying ;w; thank you so much! I wish I could, but even before when my prices were lower I didn’t get much work, so tbh I feel like I’m taking a risk aaaaBUT THANK YOU SO MUCH REALLY you made my day I wish I could hug u rn<33
The big black cat
Sometimes the big black cat comes and sits on you constantly. Your subconscious is screaming at you to get up and do something but you cant move.
It’s like someone you love telling you to put your hand on a hot stove but you know you physically can’t.
It’s like trying desperately to light your favourite candle and keep the fire burning but the wick is at its end.
You sit and you wait for the inspiration and motivation to come to you and get you going again yet even when it does it doesn’t last long.
You look at everyone else in your life and wish, constantly comparing.
And the guilt hits, hits hard, but you, you shouldn’t be wishing this. your life is fine other people have it way worse, why are you complaining about them they are trying their hardest, why aren’t you doing your work your going to fail why aren’t you getting out of bed?! no! I don’t care if your tired! I don’t care if you’re hurting! You’re going to fail! You need to get the fuck up! Get up! GET UP! GET THE FUCK UP!
I cant.
I cant get up.
I’m stuck.
Im stuck sitting there and staring at the work my mind blank and my body willing to but making no progress to move and try do it, the need to distract myself instead with mind numbing activities.
I cant think. I cant read. I cant work. I can bleed.
I bled.
I used to paint.
I painted a beautiful shade of red that would dot my skin in beautiful lines that painted my pain into this gorgeous piece of existence. my pain, wasn’t only mental anymore. The artwork I no longer create and yet, sometimes I wish I could take out that silver paintbrush and start anew without feeling the dark, sickening feeling of guilt climbing up my throat and spewing out my mouth in the sound of sobs and screams while the thoughts of people, people I love who may not understand stream through my head pushing me to a halt.
I cant paint anymore.
And yet when the cat gets nudged and it begins to stir you start panicking. It cant move now. Not after everything it’s put me through. That would mean It’s all for nothing. It needs to stay. So you begin to find an odd sense of comfort within being with the cat, and the suffocation starts to feel like home.
Context: As Ando begins to think about the repercussions of accepting a follower's request, the lamb prepares to receive his first client… hoping that his announcement has gone unnoticed.
“Kissing Booth of the Cult of the Two Sheep” Located in a common tent and managed by the lamb and his older brother, it offers kisses, hugs, and hand-holding. All for the modest price of 5,000 gold coins. Any species is welcome. But it is warned not to exceed the limits already mentioned unless one of the two sheep agrees.
Reblog and participate in this curious booth.
Don't miss it 6(Ou<)9
Edited: Finally Closed <(ouo)/
One day late due to a random virus that very kindly left me rotting in bed with a fever and a barely functioning throat, but I'm up on my feet again and I'm going to try my best at my self imposed writing challenge! I haven't found many challenges that caught my eye so I went with a post I previously reblogged, basically a bunch of prompts, one per day til the month ends. I'm going to try and write as many as possible and see how it goes, I've never tried anything like this so I have no idea how long I'll last, but my only rules are to:
A) have fun, if I'm not enjoying it I'll stop
B) write at least 1k words per day
Having said that... I'm gonna drop the first day (that was supposed to be yesterday) and start the challenge!