14 Overgrown
#14 of inktober 2019 because writing about an ancient rainforest is kind of cool, okay?
08 Frail
#8 of inktober 2019 my grandmother, one of the few members of my (adpotive) family who was accepting, died earlier this year. i'm mostly okay with it but this was hard to write. she was ninety-something years old.
27 Coat
#27 of inktober 2019 yes, i've also noticed a trend of adding a touch of sci-fi where it fits. but hey, a machine shop can probably do things that aren't just machining, too. "back in for the usual?" the beetle nodded to the question.
22 Ghost
#22 of inktober 2019 some sci-fi stuff for this one, loosely inspired by the eclipse phase setting. because having a physical, biological body really is inconvenient sometimes. in an era of modern technology, death is only a minor inconvenience.
15 Legend
#15 of inktober 2019 a bit of an origin story for a city in the middle of nowhere, loosely inspired by something from a tabletop game. there's a dragon mentioned, so this counts as furry right?
13 Ash
#13 of inktober 2019 getting metaphorical again with the prompt of the day. yes, i did have someone in mind when i wrote this, and this was rather cathartic to get on paper.
11 Snow
#11 of inktober 2019 loosely inspired by actual events along the gulf coast a number of years ago. no, really. i just felt like a fantasy place name fit better with the rest of the stuff i'm writing here.
05 Build
#5 of inktober 2019 something vaguely eclipse phase inspired, i suppose. i'm not sure why "building one's ideal body as a robot" has been a bit of a theme for me lately, but here that concept arises again. it was perfect.
21 Treasure
#21 of inktober 2019 possibly the most obviously political thing i've written, if one substitutes king for any other being or institution of similar wealth.
Pain in the Butt
"I'm telling you, this is stupid." Cassidy and Philon were crouching behind a bit of rubble, a few hundred meters away from the old Fuego Ironworks. Most of the outlying pipes, that had once carried... something, had rusted and collapsed years ago....
No-Nut Narrator: Oct. 31 (Empty)
Every day, i'll post a short orgasm denial blurb, following the story of one poor dragon guy as he gradually gets edged out of his mind :p it's very strongly inspired by inktober, with each day having a specific theme to write about.
water falls
A bit of a combination of #inktober for day 7: drip bidas felt alone this morning. normally when he felt alone, he could talk to his friends, or take a walk outside. he had already sent messages to all he knew using the strand network.