#egotober 2022

[thetruequeenoftheabyss]

Egotober day 6: Doctor, in this case, Doctors

Neither of these men have a medical licence

[innudoggy]

Ego-Inktober 2022, 12: Metal & Forget

[manguowl]

🎃  EGOTOBER 2022 🎃  

DAYS 7-12 ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

“Has this always been here?”

[nightly-productions]

Egotober 2022 - Day 9 - Shatter    Prompt list by - @tracobuttons

[glitchyartist]

Egotober days 20 and 21: IRIS and Alarm! There's been a containment breach. Do not make eye contact with the entity!

[manebioniclegali]

Egotober, Day 11: Game

In Who Killed Markiplier, Damien makes a comment about the DA robbing everyone blind during poker while we were drunk, iirc, and while I can't recall whether this next part is canon or not, I really like the idea of the DA constantly having insane luck at cards, regardless of card-playing abilities 😂

[The DA says "Hah! Read 'em and weep!" to Damien, who has his head in his hands because he lost....again]

[flower-zombie-rob]

Egotober day 4! Prompt was "grey" so i did the monochromatic egos!!! The prompt list was created by @tracobuttons. This was a fun on. The normal version and coloured versions are below

[altr5312916195]

Egotober '22 - Day Twenty Nine - Ghost - Wilford - Dark -

Wilford entered the door, behind Dark. He stopped in the entryway, frozen in fear as memories trickled into his mind. 

“Dark, I don’t want to be here.” Wil said. 

“I think you should be. Not all of us get to repress our memories due to insanity.”  Dark said harshly, the red hue around him growing stronger as Celine let her thoughts seep out despite Damien’s best efforts to keep her at bay. 

Dark watched Wilford look around the room slowly. 

Scenes of his past flew by Wil’s face. Ghosts of his life, his friends and who they were before the mess Mark made happened. Wilford’s mind clouded as he became disoriented. 

“This isn’t fair, Damien.”

Dark’s calm exterior cracked “Do not call us that. Should I call you William?” 

“That’s not fair.” Wilford spoke up. 

“It’s not fair, is it?” A voice stopped their argument. 

All the bickering in Dark’s mind silenced as he realized who stood before them. Dark’s blue hues grew brighter as Damien silenced Celine, and for a moment he thought his heart, not Celine’s or the heart they shared, his heart stopped. 

“Y/N..” He gasped, and carefully approached them with a smile, reaching out his hand. 

“Don’t.” They hissed, pulling away from his touch. 

“You.. You’ve been gone for ages dear, how are you? Where were you?” Wilford laughed as he pushed Dark away, hugging the district attorney. 

"Ask your friend." They pointed to Dark.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

"This universal skeleton key can unlock ANY lock ever made"

Egotober 2022 Day 8: Key

[immabethehero]

Encantober/Egotober - Tragedy/Ink

OK... so turns out when you mash hyperfixations together... you get- uh... interesting results.

Anyway @encantober-official, @tracobuttons

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CW: Moving snake skull, ink nearly suffocating two people, slight vomiting at the end and bones breaking

Everywhere Bruno Madrigal looks, ink spills and drips from the walls of the white void. He can’t entirely explain what’s happening, but he knows not to touch it. He jumps over the puddles, much like jumping over cracks. It’s not so hard. He’ll survive-

Squish! Bruno screams as his foot gets trapped in the sticky ink. He pulls and pulls at his leg to no avail. He stutters over prayers as he tries in vain to free himself.

Suddenly, a blast of warm magic- he can’t think of another word for what he sees- eviscerates the ink, and he looks up to see Jameson Jackson smiling back at him. The moustached gentleman, whom he met mere hours ago, seems to be adept at magic, albeit a different sort of magic. When they get out of whatever this is, he plans on asking him about how magic works in his world.

“Do you know where we are?!” Bruno yells. Jameson shakes his head and motions to him to keep running.

{Don’t think about that right now. Just find an exit!} Bruno can barely read the gentleman’s sign as Jameson leaps across puddles, blasting any ink that gets in his way.

Bruno tries to will a vision to come to him, but ultimately decides against it. He needs his own vision to avoid the puddles.

Bruno is quite literally ripped out of his thoughts as a tendril suddenly ensnares his arm. He tugs against its slimy yet strong grip, screaming as the ink begins to climb up his legs and wrap itself around his body. In the corner of his eye, he can see Jameson’s hands covered as ink envelops him. The tendrils lift the men off the ground. Bruno kicks and screams. Jameson snarls and yells as he attempts to break his hands free of the ink.

“So weak, yet you fight on,” a voice says. Bruno and Jameson gasp.

{Who’s there?! Show yourself, you dirty rascal!} Jameson growls.

“No need for insults…” The world begins to rumble. Jameson and Bruno gasp as an ivory skull emerges from the largest puddle of ink. The beast slowly rises out of the darkness, its slimy form towering over the men. It looks down, the intense stare of its eye sockets burning into the mages. Bruno takes the time to look over the beast’s body. It has no legs, just a large noodle, and that odd skull… It dawns on him.

Bruno swallows back a scream. He hates snakes. “W-what do you want with us?”

“You…” The ink-beast lowers its head so that’s eye level with the men. “You two fascinate me… Always left behind.. Always the weakest ones…”

The coils of ink stretch up their ears. Bruno slams his mouth shut as it gags him. Jameson shudders as the ink wraps around his throat.

The ink-beast turns to Jameson first. “One, abandoned by everyone he loves- family, friends, even mere acquaintances- sacrificed to the monster like a pig on a stick.”

Jameson can’t move. Jameson can’t move! The ink seems to be squeezing his limbs together, as if to crush him. He feels the black goop knock his hat off as it attempts to cover his eyes. He shakes his head violently to keep the ink from engulfing him entirely.

Across from him, Bruno has gone limp, his head lulling as the ink dangles his body in the air like a child’s plaything. The ink-beast nods towards him.

“You, thrown under the bus, left for dead, forgotten by all you love.” Another tendril slaps Bruno across the face, leaving a black spot.

“Your lives are one never-ending tragedy,” the beast says. “Why not let it end already?”

Jameson shakes off the ink covering his eyes as a blinding green light flashes at him. He gasps as Bruno’s eyes glow a bright green. Around him, the ink hovers in the air, caught up in Bruno’s strange trance.

Bruno begins to writhe against the ink as slowly, but surely, a green tablet begins to form from the hovering ink. Jameson watches in awe. The beast roars and steers its giant body towards the prophet.

The ink around Jameson begins to slack, allowing the gentleman to free one of his arms. He snaps his fingers at the tablet, breaking it into sharp pieces. With a wave of his hand, he tosses the broken pieces at the beast’s eye sockets and hits it dead on!

The beast howls in agony, the noise piercing the men’s ears. Their inky prisons go slack, and they slip out of them, falling into the puddles below. Bruno jolts back to life as his body slams against the ground, bones snapping.

The beast thrashes and writhes, roaring all the while. It slowly pulls its body back into the pond, the screams fading away.

Bruno and Jameson lie on the floor, choking on air. Bruno gags and rolls over, sobbing as a burning pain spreads through his legs and thighs. Jameson coughs, spitting out chunks of ink.

As his coughing fit dies down, Jameson smiles weakly at Bruno. {How about we get out here, hm?}

Bruno manages a light chuckle before pain takes over his senses and his world goes black.

~~~~~~~~~

:D

[rambles-doodles]

Egoshiptober day 19: Alien

Angus finds an alien! Good thing he hates the government and won’t turn the guy in, but does he really have to follow him around like a puppy?

(TELL EVERYBODY IM ON MY WAY! 8 more and were caught up!)

[thetruequeenoftheabyss]

Egotober day 9: Shatter

What better for today than the mad man with the shattered mind?

[innudoggy]

Ego-Inktober 2022, Bury/ Buried & Heist

So peculiar…

[manguowl]

🎃  EGOTOBER 2022 🎃  

DAYS 13-18  🧢🐲💪

“...the path to strength is endless”

[nightly-productions]

Egotober 2022 - Day 30 - Pumpkin Prompt list by - @tracobuttons

[glitchyartist]

Egotober days 23, 24, and 25: creepy, zombie, and magic

Can y'all tell I'm running out of motivation to draw every day? XD

Necromancer Marvin attempting to revive someone important...