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destinytober · 9 months
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2023 prompt list is here! Take a trip through Destiny history starting Oct. 1 with a daily piece of art, writing or other creative expressions. Use #destinytober or #destinytober23 to have your work shared here.
Don't have time or ability to do a full 30 Day challenge? Use this list a chose one prompt for each five-day period instead.
✅ All skill levels welcome! ✅ Digital, traditional, 3D & crafts ✅ Writing ✅ Screenshot photography
Please don't: 🚫 A/I genned art 🚫 Gameplay S/treams 🚫 Fashion (Use #Driptober)
Previous years lists. Feel free to use one of these instead or mix and match between them all!
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soupy-cosmos · 4 months
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Soup tries to do a 30 day art challenge for the gazillionth time day one
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anemoflower · 9 months
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I made my own prompt list of a 30 Days OTP Challenge for selfships and oc x canon ships
If anyone wants to, you can use this list at any time you like, I hope it might be useful :> You can also skip, switch or use your own prompts if one of them is not fitting for your ship! Just have fun!
[This is a remake of a list I did back in 2017]
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jens-holland · 8 months
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Came up with my own drawtober prompts for this year! I will be using it as a witchtober prompt list, but feel free to use it in whichever way you choose! If all 31 days are too much for you, I have highlighted every 3rd for something a little easier. Please tag me on instagram or tumblr and use the #jenstober23 so I can see your beautiful works of art!
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small-spark-of-light · 7 months
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day 26 was to draw 10 expression with 1 character!!
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kately · 1 year
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THIRTY DAYS WRITING CHALLENGE — 📰
I. the coffee you spilled all over me
II. “in spain we say ‘al que madruga dios le ayuda’, you know?”
III. surviving a plane crash
IV. a blue scarf and a special occasion
V. a man, his wife and her lover
VI. write something using these words: license plate, lighter, tactic, fresh air
VII. getting lost in marrakech
VIII. now my life is sweet like cinnamon
IX. building a house
X. “may i have this dance?”
XI. a sharp pain in the chest
XII. your favorite drink, your favorite shirt
XIII. 11 o’ clock
XIV. “don’t you think 8000$ is a bit… too much?”
XV. swiss mountains
XVI. how i met your uncle
XVII. nostalgia
XVIII. let this website generate you a song, choose an inspiring lyric and write
XIX. poetry is for the weak-hearted
XX. baby
XXI. a fallen tree
XXII. wuthering heights
XXIII. “you can’t really blame this one on fate, can you?”
XXIV. 5th of december, a day like any other?
XXV. antipathy
XXVI. enemies to lovers to enemies
XXVII. why’d you only call me when you’re high? – arctic monkeys
XXVIII. keep your friends close but your enemies closer
XXIX. stop and stare
XXX. “what’s your favorite drink?”
BONUS
1. sex, lies and scandal never take a vacation
2. “did you really think ant-man was real?!” “no…?”
3. wine stains
4. the man who sold the world
5. underwater
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illicitlamb · 8 months
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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 | 𝟑𝟎-𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄
SUMMARY | Wednesday and Enid have a "roomie" movie night.
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The motion pictures of Edward Scissorhands flashed on the laptop screen, holding Wednesday’s attention as she laid propped against her bed’s headboard. With her left arm draped over her ribs, the right was bent to have her knuckles brushing her lips. The whole “roomie movie night” that Enid proposed was definitely not her cup of tea, but now she was involved with the movie and had no intention of pausing it to get some sleep.
It was the complete opposite for her werewolf girlfriend.
She was completely gung-ho about having a fun, relaxing night concerning only the two of them and was now heavily dozing off on the raven’s right.
Once Addams came up to the famous scene of Scissorhands sculpting an ice figure of his crush, Kim Boggs, she maintained a blank stare until Sinclair’s arm wrapped her waist in, what felt like, a subtle hug. Looking over at her captor, she found her crystal eyes closed and torso rising and falling with light breathing. Even if she was awake, the psychic probably still would have opted for letting the affectionate touch slide.
Returning her gaze, Wednesday shifted gently before relaxing once more against the mattress. A few moments later, the hold on her middle tightened followed by a soft, groggy voice.
“Wednesday…?”
She kept her orbs to the screen. “Hmm?”
“Can you cuddle with me?”
This had her glancing down at the blonde, brow hardening. “Cuddle?”
“Mm-hmm,” Enid sleepily replied.
“I don’t do cuddling,” Addams pushed back. Despite being in a relationship, it was still a complete turnoff when anything other than hugging and kissing was involved. As unusual as that was, she knew her limits and refused to fit into the stereotypical crowd of lovestruck couples. “You’re practically asking to be strangled.” But her waist was pulled on by the she-wolf.
“Please, Wednesday? Just this once?”
The young raven expressed a partially-annoyed sigh.
“For me?”
Several moments passed prior to a reluctant agreement falling from her lips. “Fine.” Shifting further down, she became pressed against her girlfriend’s body while a content sigh stung her ears. She did not engage much in return except for placing her hand on the other’s securing forearm.
On the right, the werewolf nestled close to her partner, taking in the mixed aroma of laundry detergent and the others soothing, natural scent. “For someone who doesn’t like to cuddle, you’re the perfect person to cuddle with,” she breathed.
Wednesday responded with nonchalance. “Why is that?”
“You’re warm…and easy to hug.”
“Flattering me is not going to make me like it anymore,” she muttered back. But Sinclair kept pulling at her.
“Can’t you just take the compliment?” Her weariness weighed more and more on her mind, making her rub her head against her pillow. “Instead of being so grumpy?”
“I’m not. You know affection is not my forte and neither is being possessed by hyperactive positivity.”
After exercising a yawn, a soft smile twisted the blonde’s lips. “We’ll work on that.” And with that word, she was bewitched by the sweet spell of slumber while her girlfriend was passing her a subtle glare.
Of course, Addams was opposed to such a proposal. She had made a promise to herself that she would never fall in that line – she would never fall in love and never fall out of her one-of-a-kind reputation. But every day she was with Enid, she was tested on keeping her vow more and more. She knew it, and sooner or later, her partner would know it too. She was pushing away while the other kept pulling at her nerves, her mind, and her heart. She would not dare to admit it, but the she-wolf was winning – she was being pulled into the suffocating clutches of love. Every word, every fight, every feeling, she was falling. It had to take someone of an extremely rare nature to get to her core, and she had finally crossed paths with her match.
Enid Sinclair was her match. It was shocking, but the blunt truth.
Resorting back to the movie as a distraction, the psychic stayed focused for a few more minutes. But before she could even realize, she was manipulatively beckoned to join the werewolf in a comfortable rest quicker than gasoline catching a burning flame. Caught in between the transition of asleep and awake, the last thing she did was move her hand to lay atop of her partners’.
How ironic it was that her move was made out of a natural force.
So maybe it was true – opposites do attract.
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deity-prompts · 1 year
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February Writing Challenge 2023 theme: firsts
First time driving
First episode
First chance
First day
First meeting
First look
First attempt
First bite
First flight
First drink
First birthday
First job
First fight
First pet
First step
First post
First anniversary
First words
First home
First light
First born
First place
First choice
First dollar
First to apply
First photo
First kiss
First kill
Also see:
February Writing Challenge 2021
February Writing Challenge 2022
Writing Challenge Masterlist
Prompts Masterlist
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artistobsidian · 7 months
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Lollipop: Okay, listen, there's VERY specific reasons why I made the Lollipop Fakemon the way it is. I refuse to specify. If you know, you know.
Kettle Corn: I went with a bag of kettle corn, because my memories always go back to getting these huge bags of kettle corn while at a mall with my mom! So I just made it into a Thing. It just so happened to turn into a birb, it worked out!
Sour Candy: There's a LOT of sour candy out there, so I went with a classic candy shape with greens, and made the wrapper ends into little wings. it's in a constant pucker state, poor thing!
Your Favorite!: My favorite candy of all time is technically a tie, but I chose one that I always gravitate to. Both are Ghirardelli chocolate, but I went with dark chocolate sea salt caramel. I used their logo that contains what I thiiink is a bald eagle? Maybe? IDK it's some kinda birb so I used that for the design.
Caramel Apple: I just kinda. went at it and made a little kangaroo rat. It's tail is the 'stick' of the caramel apple and its ears/arms/legs are apple pieces! :3
Candy Corn: I'll be fully honest. I'm team 'despises candy corn'. Its nasty to me. But give me some of the pumpkin shaped candy corns? Hell yeah. So I made this little... puppy?? puppy pumpkin with classic candycorn ears, limbs, and tail.
Empty Wrappers: The first thing that comes to mind when I think of an empty wrapper is something I usually do with empty wrappers: I fold them into little origami bats. So here's a kind of origami bat made from an old wrapper! The writing's faded, and the paper's old, but this little bat is still flying.
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yakny · 8 months
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IT'S ONLY MY ECHO
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yuriyuruandyuraart · 11 months
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AFTERMARE WEEK: Day 7- the end of a beginning/ the beginning of the end
make me believe and raise my hopes up one last time, then haunt my dreams for the rest of my life
aftermare week is hosted by @bluepallilworld
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sesamestreep · 4 months
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30 Day Writing Challenge - Day 6
Write about a blackout (from this list) ➸ totally cheating once again and using this as a one-word prompt instead of probably how it was intended??? oh well. have some canon-verse angst and I’m sorry…
“Do you want to know the stupidest part?”
Foggy looks over at Matt, who’s hunched over his drink like someone might steal it from him. Then again, the fake IDs that got them into this bar were honestly not the highest quality, so it’s not an entirely baseless fear.
“Granted you’ve told me like three details total about what happened between you and Elektra, I will take any additional information you want to divulge, stupid or otherwise.”
Matt blinks at him with hollow eyes. “You just said a lot of words to me.”
Foggy sighs. “What’s the stupidest part, Matt?”
“I thought—it’s just—you’re going to think I’m a moron.”
“I won’t,” Foggy says, grabbing his shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze. “I think you’re extremely smart, buddy. You might be the smartest person I know, okay? Just tell me. I promise I won’t judge.”
Matt looks so utterly fragile and lost in that moment that Foggy honestly doesn’t want to hear what’s going to come out of his mouth next, because he just knows it will break his heart. It’s been hard seeing Matt in such bad shape and to know almost nothing about what happened between him and his girlfriend after he’d disappeared with her for two weeks. Foggy had been a wreck about it, beside himself with worry and yet without a legitimate reason to excuse himself from classes and responsibilities, so he’d walked around for those two weeks like a shell, keeping up appearances, until Matt came back. His relief at his reappearance was quickly replaced by a new kind of worry, when he saw how miserable and unstable Matt was in the wake of…whatever happened. Matt still couldn’t be induced by any means to give Foggy a straight answer on that count.
“I thought I was going to marry her,” Matt says, quietly. If Foggy hadn’t been actively trying to hear him, that statement would have been lost to the noise of the bar.
“That’s not stupid at all,” Foggy says, allowing the hand on Matt’s shoulder to slip over to rub his back between his shoulder blades.
“I thought she was my soulmate,” Matt adds, with some vitriol, in the direction of his drink, like he wants to spit the words in there to drown them.
“She wasn’t,” Foggy replies, firmly, because it seems like the right thing to say up until Matt’s face crumples.
“I think she was,” he says, miserably, as he buries his face in his hands. “I think she was and she left anyway and that’s it for me.”
“I don’t—hey, listen, Matt,” Foggy says, shifting his chair over so he can wrap his arms around Matt’s shoulders completely. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I said she—I didn’t know her that well. Maybe she was your soulmate. I don’t know! I’m not convinced that’s anything but a nice story we like to tell ourselves to make life more bearable or to impose meaning on random events.”
“This pep talk sucks,” Matt says, in the vicinity of Foggy’s collar. Foggy can feel his breath on his neck and it’s weird but not enough to get him to move away.
“Sorry. What I mean to say is, if soulmates are real, and Elektra was yours, then it’s not over yet. Maybe you’ll meet again someday.”
“I hope not,” Matt says, darkly.
Foggy resists the urge to roll his eyes at yet another vague but still concerning allusion to this terrible breakup. He’s trying to be sympathetic but Matt’s whole Catholic guilt lone wolf shit does test him sometimes, if he’s being honest. Still, one look at Matt’s pale, sorrowful face in the neon lights of this dive bar is enough to remind Foggy what they’re doing here.
“I think it’s much more likely that, if we have soulmates at all, we probably get more than one,” Foggy continues, hoping that if he just muses vaguely enough, he’ll stumble on something that makes Matt feel better. “So, you’ll get another chance to—”
“You mean like you and me?” Matt asks, and Foggy’s brain does a full factory reset as he tries to parse that question. He can’t possibly mean…
“Oh, like—yeah, you and me and, well, everybody could have more than one soulmate. Exactly.”
“No, that’s not—” Matt shakes his head, which, given his current position, is functionally just nuzzling his face into Foggy’s neck. “I mean, how you and me are soulmates. Kind of.”
“You and me?” Foggy asks, casually despite not feeling casual at all. “You think so?”
“You’re—yeah. I mean, you’re basically—you’re family to me but…also more than that. If that makes sense.”
It doesn’t and Foggy’s been holding himself back from drinking too much tonight because he wants to be able to get Matt home safely, but he does feel like he might throw up on this table right now. He tucked away the part of him that found Matt attractive somewhere deep and secret and well-fortified in his soul a long time ago, in the interest of not fucking things up with his best friend in the entire world, and he certainly can’t trust anything Matt says now when he’s drunk and lonely and heartbroken. But he’s never loved anyone as completely as he loves Matt and it’s such a pathetic, hopeless situation that he doesn’t let himself think about it except on really special occasions when he wants to feel bad.
“I’m not sure anybody has ever loved me as much as you do,” Matt says, like it’s not a crazy thing to say, here in a shitty bar near campus, after a breakup with his girlfriend, to someone he’s never even kissed.
“I doubt that,” Foggy says, even as he, selfishly, wants to claim it, even as he knows it to be true. “You’re very lovable.”
“We should get married.”
Foggy laughs, because what else can he do, under the circumstances. “Now? It’s pretty late. The courthouse won’t even be open.”
“No, I mean, we should get married someday,” Matt says, petulant like Foggy’s the one being ridiculous here for not following his thought process. “When we’re older. If we haven’t met anybody else.”
That last condition is enough to break Foggy’s heart all over again, but he does an admirable job hiding it, he thinks. Matt’s drunk and very distracted, and more importantly doesn’t know anything about how Foggy feels, really, despite his proclamations on the subject a moment ago, so it feels safe to assume he won’t notice any signs of disappointment or hurt in this split second before Foggy swallows those feelings and pretends to be his usual upbeat self. That’s who Matt really needs right now, and so that’s who he’ll be.
“How much older?” Foggy asks.
“Old,” Matt says. “Like, thirty.”
“Okay,” Foggy nods, already able to find this funny. Matt won’t still be single by the time they’re both thirty. He’ll be married by the time they graduate law school, most likely, so it won’t be an issue. Foggy doesn’t like to think about it, but he knows it’s true.
“You’ll do it?”
“Maybe,” Foggy says. “Ask me again when you’re not blackout drunk.”
“I’m fine,” Matt objects. “I’m not blackout. Not even close.”
“Then we can pick this conversation up in the morning, no problem!”
Matt nods, drunkenly. “Absolutely.”
Matt doesn’t bring it up in the morning, of course. Foggy never really expected he would, either, and doesn’t permit himself to be disappointed about it, no matter how much he would like to.
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epic-poutine · 1 year
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Day 1: Favourite Character NNT🩸🌹
TW: Blood
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I saw a NNT 30 day drawing challenge posted in the Discord group that I’m in! And I really really loved the prompts so here I am 🕺
Todays prompt is my favourite character from NNT and Ofc I had to choose Gelda, she’s the badass vampire mom that I strive to be. 💕💕💕 I’ll never forget the first time I saw her in the manga (and then everyone fought over the colour of her hair bc Nakaba did a fuck up lmao)
I def won’t be able to do this 30 day challenge everyday, but im gonna try my best to be consistent as possible! 😤✨
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Here’s the Prompt list for anyone who also wants to do it!💕
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small-spark-of-light · 8 months
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day 3 was also figure studies!! but this time the reference had to be doing something!
forgive the lack of color please, i figured drawing 3 figures instead of one/two would make up for it
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kately · 5 months
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THIRTY DAYS WRITING CHALLENGE — 🧾
I. always an angel, never a god
II. the one that ruined their lucky number
III. dressing up as the grinch
IV. “i can’t let you sob on the floor”
V. the last thing they said was “i’ll be back in ten minutes”
VI. the attack of the black swan
VII. arguing about favorite movies
VIII. paris, 1968
IX. late at night, a wish was made
X. people help the people
XI. new year’s eve traditions
XII. “you are the least important person to me”
XIII. mercy
XIV. even a broken clock is right twice a day
XV. “what does you favorite song tell about you?”
XVI. “but you are gay” “that’s not the point!”
XVII. is it worth a broken skull?
XVIII. spreading lies for a good cause
XIX. seven sisters in september
XX. “not like this”
XXI. the things you cannot control will eventually kill you
XXII. the world need more cowboys
XXIII. slow down, you crazy child
XXIV. “does your conscience keep you awake?”
XXV. a privilege denied to many
XXVI. hiking
XXVII. marriage and mobsters
XVIII. raise your glass for the ones that couldn’t
XXIX. “i can’t forget”
XXX. the only thing that didn’t burn that night was a book
BONUS
pink bows
“did the christmas tree just disappear?!”
“let me tell you the story of how i lost my hand, i promise it’s fun”
a wise man’s nightmare
“that was the last train”
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infodumpz · 7 months
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NEETVEMBER TIME !!!
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