#autumn challenge

[godricked]

gloomy autumn journaling challenge

a small intro!

hello everyone, it's ya girl yughost here with a small autumn challenge that might be of interest to some of you! those of you that follow me might remember that i recently finished the 100 day productivity challenge, which felt very rewarding, but also left me thinking "okay, what now?". even though the challenge took me over a year to complete, i realised how much i managed to document over the past year, so i thought it would be fun to do something similar, with a more gloomy feel just in time for the cold season.

this idea stems from the many "vlogtober" videos i've watched, as well as the autumn cozy studyblr challenges i've seen during my time here on tumblr.

info.

the challenge begins on september 23rd and ends on december 22nd

please reblog this post if you wish to participate!

this is not a productivity/studying challenge but rather a "diary/journal" challenge (images+"what i did today/how i felt etc."). however, you can treat it as one if you so wish!!!

the reason i've named it a "gloomy challenge" is to encourage low light/moody photographs: in the coming days where it will soon become dark at 4PM, it will probably be difficult to take bright photos, therefore i encourage everyone that partakes to not worry if their photos turn out bright or not - 'tis the spirit, after all!

you don't have to post every day! post however often you want! you don't have to start on the first day either - join whenever!

tag your posts with #gloomychallenge si i can keep track of all your posts and reblog them <3

the point.

the reason for this challenge existing in the first place is to try and document this autumn as much as possible! i scarcely do any "autumn activities" other than just looking at the leaves and trees in the yard, trying to burn the images into my eyeballs, so i thought i'd make this autumn more interactive for myself and see if anyone else wants to join the ride. the point is to be cozy, have fun and make some memories in the process :)

good luck and feel free to send me an ask if you wish <3

@ben-learns-smth @lacaffeina @notetaeker @frenchiepal @stargazerbibi @cravingstudyvalidation @studyblr-perhaps

[my-darling-boy]

But where have we come? And where shall we end?

[makenna-made-this]

Happy autumnal equinox! And bringing with it the prompt list for this year's BAWKtober. If this is your first time hearing, BAWKtober is my poultry themed drawing challenge where every year during the month of October, I do a daily drawing of my chickens doing various seasonally-themed shenanigans based off a list of submitted word prompts. If anyone would like to join in on the BAWKtober art challenge this year, whether for one day or for all of them, please do! You can be as creative as you want with the prompts. Just have fun and tag me or "BAWKtober 2024" so I can see and reblog what you've come up with~

Typed word prompt for anyone who needs it below

Maple

Orchard

Cider Press

Canning

Coffee & Donuts

Chrysanthemums

Leaf Piles

Hibernation

Overcast

It Clucken Wimdy!

Thunderstorm

Quilt

Leaf Rubbings

Fluff

Moss

Maze

Corn Husk Dolls

Cosplay

Radio

Biohazard

Lake

Cottage

Butter

Hide and Seek

Mystery

Alleyway

Shadow

Cockatrice

Helter Skelter

Trading Candy

Safe and Sound

[mothpawbs]

finally did a style challenge! wanted to try drawing autumn in the styles of some wings of fire artists i really like :D

styles shown are: the animatedwings project, @femmekinkajou, @biting-rose, @aestheticofstars, @falling-skyzz, @dead-end-draws, and @turnipstewdios! go check out these artists, they're all unique and amazing!!

[sennamaticart]

It's that time of the year! I've prepared another prompt list for Zine-o-Ween! Do a prompt a day with me, and by the end of October we'll have a zine worth of material!

[kaenith]

Art-tober 2024 - 01

I honestly thought I'd be skipping the usual fall art challenge this year, but... I caved ^^;;

I'm adding a few rules for myself, in an attempt to make it more manageable with my current schedule:

No erasing, it doesn't have to be perfect

30 minute time limit per drawing (this likely means we'll be seeing a lot of creatures, as I find them easier/quicker to draw than humans)

No fussing about getting anything done by midnight. If I'm still awake, it's still the same day.

We'll see how this goes!

[kuuuuro]

Seasontale challenge!! I don’t know what to do so I’ll feed the Autumn fans (me)

What would you write to him?

bb belongs to @zelphin124

[the-slumberparty]

Poetic, tragic, and beautiful. Sometimes the best thing to do is walk away. Well done!

My Love for You is as Dead as the Leaves on the Ground

Pairing: Marc Spector x f. reader

Word Count: 609

This fic contains: angst with happy ending, toxic situationship, vegetation plays as allegory to Marc and reader's relationship

Summary: You reflect on your past with Marc on your walk home.

Notes: I recently broke off a relationship that wasn't actually a relationship and honestly I couldn't be happier. As much as I wanna be petty and expose him to everyone that we knew, writing a fic about how toxic he was is a healthier route to coping. This will be my submission for @the-slumberparty Winds of Autumn challenge.

prompt: crispy leaves 🍁 walking home alone

themes: Preservation 🫙 in preparation for the coming winter, we try to hold onto the last bit of warmth. Write about letting go, or not wanting to. Balance ⚖️ as the equinox approaches, the day and night balance out. Write about finding peace.

It’s a chilly November afternoon. You stepped out of the cafe, which was in the middle of the lunchtime rush hour, and into the busy streets of the city. Everyone was in a hurry to get around, except for you. It was your day off and you desired nothing more than to slow down. You took a careful sip of your pumpkin flavored latte before heading towards the direction of your home. 

Arrays of red and orange leaves crunched under your brown boots as you strolled down the paved street. Something about the dead leaves on the ground reminded you of a tarnished love you fell out of. The love you once had for Marc Spector was a lush garden that you watered and nourished so precisely. At first, Marc was alongside you in tending to the garden. Over time, tensions and heat rose, causing the garden to wilter and lose its green. You would be the one to clean up the mess in the garden. Meanwhile, Marc would stand in the shade and watch you bringing this garden back to life. 

You should have known that Marc didn’t love you the same way you loved him. Every “I love you” and “I choose you” that he proclaimed from the depths of his chest was the fertilizer to grow a labyrinth of bushes to trap you in. You believed those words, causing you to get lost in the maze of manipulation. You tried to get out of the labyrinth. You really did. Yet every time you tried to escape, the thorns would knick your skin or you would trip over the vines. Then, Marc would pick a rose from the bushes of the labyrinth and tuck it neatly into your hair. 

According to the calendar you had followed your whole life, autumn was supposed to begin September 21. However, living in California meant that it would remain sunny and hot up until the end of October or beginning of November. With the hot weather rolling into fall, Marc tended to the garden even after you had long abandoned it. It made you angry that he decided a little too late to love you the way you wanted and tend to this garden. You had enough.

The most courageous thing you have done in this phase of detaching from Marc was to chop down the bushes Marc grew around you. Luckily, you got help from other lonely gardeners to break down these plump green walls. It was only a matter of time before you got to see that sunlight again. You forgot what it was like to feel that light on your skin. 

After the maze of bushes were destroyed, autumn arrived at the perfect time. You were reminded that no summer lasts forever. More importantly, the pain and exhaustion experienced from loving Marc and gardening with–no, for–him won’t last forever. The clouds rolled in at the beginning of November, a beautiful yet haunting foreshadow of the end of you and Marc.

The temperatures finally dropped. Rain finally fell from the sky. You finally cut Marc from your life like a pesky weed. Now, you can finally turn over a new leaf and enjoy this new season in its entirety. 

Thank god it’s Fall. Thank god the garden is soiled. Thank god you found your own exit from that labyrinth of fake love. Thank god Marc can no longer plant roots to wreck your heart and soul. Thank god the weather is colder and you can find warmth in your own peace of mind. Thank god you followed the leaves and found your way home. Thank god you are home.

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[godricked]

gloomy challenge // 211123

i've been thinking a lot lately, about what to do and how to go about my life. why i find it so difficult to finish my thesis and why i don't just do things, why i'm not secure enough in myself, why i don't believe in my ability to do things and get things done. it's like some sort of paralysis - i want to do things, but i don't. i don't know.

right now i'm trying to take things slowly, control what i can. do what i can with the energy i have.

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale Creative Challenge (2024)

PLEASE REBLOG SO EVERYONE CAN SEE THIS!

Art and Design by Aoi-Kanna

Greetings, Artists! It is I, Zelphin, and I am back with the annual SeasonTale competition! Welcome back to the second year of the SeasonTale Creative Challenge!

There are going to be a few changes from last year. One, there will be no voice acting addition to the competition this year, and writings will receive short story prizes, not cash prizes like the artists.

DEADLINE IS NOV 15th, 2024, 12:00 AM (GMT-4)

Winners will be announced no later than December 1st!

Updates are in #scc info

Scroll down for details!

Rules

It must be any character from SeasonTale or IroTale. You can find all of their designs here! (For IroTale: here)

You MUST tag #SeasonTale Challenge and @zelphin124 in the post so I can see it! Or DM me on Discord!

You CAN do more than one submission.

You CAN do the SeasonTale characters interacting with OCs or popular Sanses, get creative!

DIFFERENT/SIMPLER OUTFITS ARE ALLOWED! I know they are a pain to draw...

You CANNOT steal/copy from other creators!

You CANNOT submit something you submitted last year.

Please keep all content PG-13

Payments will be made via PayPal (unless negotiated otherwise)

Prizes

All prizes are in USD currency!

Artists

First place: $60

Second place: $40

Third place: $20

Note: There MUST be at LEAST 20 submissions from different people in order for me to hand out prizes, so make sure your friends participate too!

Check out the Past Winners for some inspiration!

HAVE FUN! I'm so excited to see what you all come up with!

[nanalite]

@scary-friend 's moodboard challenge day 3: favorite season - autumn

[the-slumberparty]

Loving someone sometimes means letting them go. It doesn't take away from what they had. Maybe in another life it could've worked out. Well done!

Everything

Jack Draper X Reader

Plot: Your childhood friend and love has experienced a meteoric rise in his career, but what does this mean for the two of you?

Genre: Angst. Like ANGST. (Somehow this man’s good looks inspired me to write angst in a long while)

A/N: I usually don’t write for real people but after writing for Carlitos, this man has again endeared me to no end especially after his post match interview! Only wishing the best for his career! Credit gif to @aliassimes!

Prompt: Harvest moon 🌕 night time walks; Theme: Melancholy ☁️ as the trees shed and the flowers wilt, we feel a sense of loss. Write a tragic tale. -> Slumber Party Autumn Challenge by @the-slumberparty

I hold onto my cup, as I try to ground myself.

The street lamp gives off a warm glow as everyone goes around their Sunday evening. Jack jogs over, looking absolutely dapper despite casual wear.

He brings me closer and my heart thumps wildly against my chest. Can he hear it? Will it give me away from what I’m about to do?

Jack’s genuinely happy to be out and about without the prying eyes of the media and fans that for a moment, I forget what I’m here to do. Maybe I can prolong this for a while longer.

I just want this evening to be ours.

“Well done champ!” I give him a tight squeeze. “How you feeling?”

“Better. Much better, now that I’m here.” He takes me in his hand and we stroll down the park. No one heeds any attention to Jack, as if he never had his biggest breakthrough this season.

“So, what’s next on your schedule?” I ask, not wanting to hear the voices in my head.

“Davis Cup and the Asian swing.” He mulls over the hectic schedule and a slight frown appears on his lips. “I have a few days here and it’s back to business again.” He looks at me, like an excited overgrown puppy. “Maybe we could hang out? There’s this cafe that I saw during the tournament but never got the chance to try it out.”

You’re a horrible human being.

All thoughts of me ending this dissolves into thin air. I can’t deny him this.

“Sure,” I say. “Let’s make this count.”

Eventually, I have to tell him.

***

Three days breeze past and I find myself sitting at the table in the hotel room, pen in hand. I don’t want to start but sometimes the hardest things is the right thing to do.

Jack,

I don’t know how to start but we should end this.

You are destined for great things, and I am only going to slow to you down. From the beginning, we are meant for different paths.

I know you’ll do great. You always do. And you will never be alone in doing it.

I always be your biggest fan and greatest supporter.

I love you so much.

I take a deep breath, clicking the pen back into its place. Folding the paper neatly into an envelope, I blink away the tears that threaten to spill over.

This is for the best.

My luggage rolls behind me as I prepare to lay the blow on Jack who is waiting for me at the lobby downstairs.

He spots and waves me over, his excitement vanishing away as he sees the forlorn look on my face.

“Love, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“Jack… I’m so sorry.” I attempt to gently break the news. “There’s no better way to put this so… here.” My voice breaks as my hands tremble to place the envelope into his.

He glances at the paper blankly. I can’t bear to look at him. Jack removes the contents from the envelope and reads my carefully penned out words. The lobby is buzzing with guests, but I can only hear his heavy breathing.

“Please tell me you’re not serious.” Jack pleads. “Did I do anything wrong?”

His immediate response to automatically blame himself finally forces me to confront this.

“No. You did everything right Jack. And I’m so happy for you.” I tell him firmly. “But I’m not meant for this life. I can’t drag you down.”

I think about the life that I see other tennis professionals get thrusted into together with their families and loved ones. It takes a certain kind of steel, one that I don’t have.

Am I selfish? Perhaps. But I am protecting the both of us.

“I’ll make this work.” Jack is determined with a wobble in his voice.

I don’t say anything for the fear of changing my mind.

“You were always the best part of my life Jack, don’t you ever forget that.” My voice comes out, barely audible.

He hangs in his head in defeat, the very same hand that held mine now in a tight fist.

I think, Jack knew it too.

That this day would have to come.

“You have been with me, since the beginning. When I was a nobody, you told me once that I was everything.” Jack gives me what will be our final hug. It’s bone crushingly tight and it says everything it wants to say.

It’s telling me not to go.

“I love you so much. Good luck out there champ.” I kiss him on the cheek.

Preparing my belongings, I wheel my luggage out where a car waits for me to the airport.

I’m finally going back. To my world, my reality.

As the car drives off, I glance back for one last time to see Jack’s figure becoming smaller in the distance.

The radio crackles and it happens to be news about Jack’s meteoric rise to success, once again a stark reminder of the fact that we belong to two different worlds.

I let my tears run freely.

Because he was my everything, I was willing to do anything.

Even if it meant ending what we had.

[mitrielle]

Suptober - Day 1. Autumn

@wigglebox

See my other arts here:

Day 6 - electric

Day 15 - sigil

Day 22 - ladies

[kattyysims]

Autumn Core Challenge | The Sims 4

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   With my favorite season being fall, I wanted to create a mini cozy challenge to do a let's play with! This "challenge" will take you through an autumn bucket list, and all the cozy aesthetics ~ meant to be played during the rainy fall season (at least where I'm from).

Required Packs: Seasons, Discover University, Spooky Stuff.

Extra Packs: Get to Work, Cats & Dogs, Paranormal Stuff, High School Years, Movie Hangout Stuff, Get Together.

~ Not a must have but required for some objectives.

Aspiration: Best Selling Author

Traits: Bookworm, Creative, and 1 free trait.

Sim Likes: Rain, baking, sweaters, candles, baths, movies, lofi, reading, cafes.

Skills: Baking, writing.

Season: Fall

~ Options Menu > Game Options > Environment > Seasons _ Seasons Length > 28 Days

Mods (Optional): Shorter University Degrees by The Peridot Project.

~ Not required but makes it easier ~ since the normal 12 credits takes up so much time.

Assets: Small cozy home, a cat, a small bakery.

Business: Bakery (Optional)

~ If you'd like an extra challenge, own a bakery on the side!

Education: Major - Communications or Language & Literature, Elective - Baking

Holiday: Spookyfest

~ (Open the seasons calendar, and create a holiday - add Spooky Spirit, Trick or Treat, and Wear Costumes.

   Your sim LOVES to read, write, and bake, she also has a small furry companion. Growing up she always loved reading books which led her to majoring in language and literature, with dreams of one day being a best-selling author. She loves all things fall and cozy, and thrives during the season. But not without conditions, she must drink at least one cup of coffee a day and loves visiting new cafes.

Objectives:

Master the baking skill. (Get to Work)

Graduate with at least a 3.8 GPA. (Discover University)

Own a 4-star bakery. (Get to Work) (Optional)

Publish 3 successful books.

Finish reading 4 books.

Become companions with your cat. (Cats & Dogs)

Drink one cup of coffee a day.

Have a 3 sim friend group.

~~~

Go to a cafe at least once a week. (Get Together)

Host a Spooky Party and get gold reward. (Spooky Stuff)

Go to a pumpkin patch (you can download one from the gallery). (Spooky Stuff)

Carve pumpkins (pumpkin carving station). (Spooky Stuff)

Go to a haunted house. (Next to the ferris wheel in Copperdale ~ High School Years.)

Befriend a ghost.

Play in a pile of leaves. (Seasons)

Watch Sims of the Dead. (Movie Hangout Stuff)

Go to a movie theater.

Stay the night in a haunted house residential. (Paranormal Stuff)

Commune with the departed. (Séance Table) (Paranormal Stuff)

Have a picnic.

Find a partner to go skating with. (Seasons)

Harvest an apple tree.

episode 1

[makenna-made-this]

BAWKtober Day 12 - Quilt

I've got your love to keep me warm

[lynzishell]

🎶Ready to Start by Arcade Fire

Prev // Next

Reference Post: 8 Years Ago

I have to give a HUGE shoutout to my dear friend @honeyjars-sims who not only helped me with the Goode Boys Gaming logo, but also with the cover art for the boys' first game: Oneironaut I am forever grateful to have such a talented and generous friend who is always willing to help me bring these little details to life!! I can't tell you how much I appreciate you, T!!! Thank you so so much!! 😭💖

Oneironaut cover art + Transcript below the cut:

SFX: Ambient bar sounds 🎶Ready to Start by Arcade Fire

The businessmen drink my blood Like the kids in art school said they would And I guess I’ll just begin again You say, “Can we still be friends?” And if I was scared, I would And if I was bored, you know I would And if I was yours, but I’m not

Asher: Yeah, I mean, you could always move to San Sequoia. I’d make you a hell of an offer to have you on my team again. Evan: It’s tempting. But, um, I think I’m gonna stay in the city for now. I’ve been seeing someone new, and I kinda want to see where it goes.

Asher: Damn. Rejecting me for some guy you barely know. That’s fucked up. Evan: [smirks] Consider it payback. Asher: [laughs] Wow. Been hanging on to that one for eight years, have you? Evan: Nah. You obviously made the right choice.

Charlee: We’ve actually been talking about moving out that way. Jensen: Yeah, I don’t know what your plans are, but if you’re looking for a developer…? Atlas: Yes, absolutely. Let’s talk next month. We have to get a few things sorted before we can start hiring people, but— Lex: [dramatic gasp] Is that THE Atlas Goode?!

Atlas: Oh my god, Lex, finally! Lex: I know, we’re late. I’m so sorry. Atlas: It’s alright. How are you? Lex: I’m good.

Lex: Congratulations! I knew you guys would kill it! Atlas: Thank you. Lex: Is Ash around? Atlas: He’s back by the bar with Evan. Will you go get them? I want to say a few words. Lex: Ooh! I’m on it.

Atlas: Alright, everyone, listen up! I fucking hate speeches, so I’m gonna make this quick.

Atlas: It was eight years ago, at that table in the corner over there, when Ash first told me about his idea for a video game and asked me to work on it with him. For me, this dream was born on that night, but for him, it was years in the making. He’d already spent countless hours building incredibly vast and detailed worlds, creating compelling characters and storylines. His passion for this project was contagious. It reminded me why I got into gaming in the first place, and it has been an honor to be a part of bringing his vision to life.

Atlas: Ash, you are the most incredible person I’ve ever met. Not a day goes by that I’m not in awe of how brilliant your mind is, and how big your heart is. And I’m so proud to stand next to you, to build this company with you, to share my life with you, and pretty soon, to raise two little gremlins with you.

Atlas: To Asher - The love of my life, the father of my children, and the genius behind Oneironaut! Everyone: [cheering]

Everyone: [cheering louder]

Asher: Can we step outside? Atlas: Sure.

Atlas: Was that too much? Asher: No, I just needed a minute. I’m starting to feel a bit sentimental, and I didn’t want to get emotional in there.

Asher: I’m gonna miss this city. And our friends. Atlas: Me too. Asher: And our family. Atlas: I know.

Asher: Promise me we’ll still come back to visit? Atlas: Of course. Why wouldn’t we?

Asher: You know why. And I get it, I can come visit any time I want, and if you choose not to join me then that’s your prerogative. But I’ll want to bring the twins with me, which means they’ll be around Ezra, and I don’t know how you’ll feel about that, but like, our kids and his are going to be cousins and I’m not going to keep them apart. There’s no detangling him from our life, and I just worry that this whole thing is going to get worse over time. Atlas: No. I won’t let that happen. Asher: How?

Atlas: Would it make you feel better if I called my old therapist to see if I can get an appointment? Asher: Yes. It would. Atlas: Good, because I already did. He’s going to get back to me on Monday. I promise I’m dealing with it. I just need a little time. Asher: Okay. Yeah, you’ve got it.

Asher: Y’know this is the spot where we had our first kiss. Atlas: I remember. Asher: That will always be the most memorable part of that night for me. Atlas: For me too.

Asher: We should probably head back inside. Atlas: Or… we could get outta here. Asher: Nice try, but we are not bailing on our own party. Atlas: Worth a shot. Asher: Come on. We don’t have many of these nights left. I don’t want to take it for granted.

Atlas: If it helps, it sounds like we won’t have to say goodbye to everyone. Jay and Charlee are thinking about moving to San Sequoia too. Asher: No shit? Atlas: Yeah, Jay’s interested in working with us, and with Charlee out there, you may be able to convince Evan to join us too. Asher: I already tried. They’re not ready to leave the city.

Atlas: Are you ready to leave the city? Asher: We haven’t lived in the city for a while. Atlas: I know, but you know what I mean. Asher: Yeah. I’m ready.