Inktober 2018
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Inktober was started by Jake Parker. The following is the information directly from the official Inktober website:
Every October, artists all over the world take on the Inktober drawing challenge by doing one ink drawing a day the entire month.
I created Inktober in 2009 as a challenge to improve my inking skills and develop positive drawing habits. It has since grown into a worldwide endeavor with thousands of artists taking on the challenge every year.
Inktober rules:
1) Make a drawing in ink (you can do a pencil under-drawing if you want).
2) Post it*
3) Hashtag it with #inktober and #inktober2018
4) Repeat
Note: you can do it daily, or go the half-marathon route and post every other day, or just do the 5K and post once a week. What ever you decide, just be consistent with it. Inktober is about growing and improving and forming positive habits, so the more you’re consistent the better.
That's it! Now go make something beautiful.
*Post it on any social media account you want or just post it on your refrigerator. The point is to share your art with someone. :)
Every October, artists all over the world take on the Inktober drawing challenge by doing one ink drawing a day the entire month.
I created Inktober in 2009 as a challenge to improve my inking skills and develop positive drawing habits. It has since grown into a worldwide endeavor with thousands of artists taking on the challenge every year.
Inktober rules:
1) Make a drawing in ink (you can do a pencil under-drawing if you want).
2) Post it*
3) Hashtag it with #inktober and #inktober2018
4) Repeat
Note: you can do it daily, or go the half-marathon route and post every other day, or just do the 5K and post once a week. What ever you decide, just be consistent with it. Inktober is about growing and improving and forming positive habits, so the more you’re consistent the better.
That's it! Now go make something beautiful.
*Post it on any social media account you want or just post it on your refrigerator. The point is to share your art with someone. :)
Every day an illustration was drawn out for the given prompt. Once completed, a raw picture was posted to Instagram. At the end of a full page, it was scanned so that cropped, individual illustrations could be uploaded here and to other sites.
This year was an exploration of a different routine than the previous years. Unlike previous years, an initial pencil sketch was put down before ink and text was incorporated in some form or fashion. Writing a story for a prompt comes just as naturally - if not more so - as drawing for one. Some prompts had walls of text integrated into the image, others only a line or three; however this is not a representation of how much story is behind the image.
This year was an exploration of a different routine than the previous years. Unlike previous years, an initial pencil sketch was put down before ink and text was incorporated in some form or fashion. Writing a story for a prompt comes just as naturally - if not more so - as drawing for one. Some prompts had walls of text integrated into the image, others only a line or three; however this is not a representation of how much story is behind the image.
He knew the poisonous thoughts kept coming no matter what he did. He knew it was all irrational, that mwas obvious, but he feared what truths were behind such thoughts. Many had told him time and time again to have faith in Orion, to trust that Orion had chosen him out of everyone else. Why, then, when there was no work to keep his mind occupied, Xavier found himself questioning why, no matter what he did, the only thought was the lack of any standing he had to stay at the other's side. Should Orion look elsewhere, Xavier had nothing to gain Orion's attention again. Maybe it was inevitable. He was nothing more than a commoner after all. Some things were never meant to last anyways.
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It wasn't the definition of tranquil
but it was enough for him.
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"Be careful or it might be you that's roasted."
"Pity. I do so enjoy a good marshmallow."
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"It wasn't so much a spell as it was a curse..."
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"Look! I drew a chicken!
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Whatever was living under his bed started drooling.
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He was exhausted but it was the good kind; the kind that made him keep going, to keep pushing. He could see the same exhaustion edging his sparring partner's expression and form. While they both were going to want to keep going, they would have to stop soon.
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Nestled in the darkness was her star, perfect in its imperfection and far too brilliant for him to hold.
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By their hands, it had become far more precious to him than the dragongold it was made from.
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The river was still flowing beneath the ice. His feet stilled in the snow on the edge, his heart pounding in his chest. It took everything to follow everyone out onto the ice.
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Translated Wingdings: How cruel must the world be to place me against him? Against my own xxxxxxx?
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The whale:
a creature of the sea whose tail and fins mark the skin of humans. Not all share the mark and it quickly became a brand yo distinguish between those of land and those if sea. No one knows why anyone is born with the Whale's Mark.
There is no right way to see the mark, not that many have not given its orientation meaning. When the tail is beneath the fins, it is associated with the whales feeling or coming up to breathe. When the tail is above the fins, it is the mark of a whale diving; to travel or to flee, no one can agree.
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He knew that even if she wasn't guarded, there would be no way for anyone to touch her. She was far more powerful than she let others believe and certainly far more capable. She was the daughter of the greatest King and Queen they'd ever seen.
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The clock tower was his favorite place to read. The room was constantly full of noise that kept the real world away.
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The hardest thing was to watch her struggle against how weak she was becoming. She still hadn't told him what was wrong, but at least she had started talking to him again.
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Everything was so angular. If he hadn't seen the world pass beneath him, he would have sworn they were on a different planet.
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"You were supposed to tend to it before it got swollen."
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He had warned her not to bottle the magic churning in her, toxicly blending with the emotions clashing inside her.
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His rage had scorched him, leaving him numb to everything
except the guilt.
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Despite what they called him, he still found himself breakable.
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Oh and how easy it would be to drain him of every last bit of strength he had; to make him witness and experience every horrible thing she could imagine till he was nothing more than a withering pile of flesh. But Adhara's hand was heavy on her shoulder and she became aware he was onto her train of thought. Despite having a similar urge, Adhara was not about to let her do something that would make things difficult. Begrudgedly she admitted that he had a valid point and turned away from temptation before she reached the point of not caring.
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"It wasn't like it cost you-"
"Oh. No. Not expensive at all. It only cost me my -boyfriend- but, no, you're right. Didn't cost me a dime."
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The smell of rain drifted down to them from the opening above. It was easy to pretend they could get out the way they had come after a bit of exploring. Their hushed voices echoed off the walls. Donnie's voice was the loudest, bringing their attention to the lack of muddy floor despite the smell of water in the air. Did worse conditions await them deeper in the cavern?
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With a steady hand, he was careful to chop the root evenly. Severus's words were low, patient as the man directed him through each step. It was certainly better than the classes.
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"I don't know what you're talking about. It's not 'prickly'."
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Any time my cat stretches, I say, "Oh, Good stretch."
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The gunfire echoed like thunder in the confined space. It was easy to lose himself in his ability, their frantic attention focused solely on him allowing the others to not worry about getting hit. As in time as he was with his ability, having to focus on moving targets would be pushing it. This way, he had all the guns pointed at him as he increased their terror. The first volley of bullets were nothing more than a ring of liquid metal orbiting him off kilter and fast. New bullets got caught in the motion while others seemed to appear around him as they were stopped before melting. He could feel the bullet count that remained, could almost feel every piece of metal on every person around him. It would take nothing to remove them.
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Her gift was heavy against his chest as her world got smaller. He could feel the doubt around saying goodbye growing.
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Before their eyes, it created a double. Not even a moment later, it split again. And again. As they cheered and celebrated, her doubt grew more.
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With a jolt of excitement, Raikou was sent in first.
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"Hey! Quit taking a slice out of the lackies and HELP ME!"
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The resulting full pages through the event.
