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alexisnotabrocoli · 2 years
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Hacktober day 2! Dynamic Duo, had to be Kaitlyn and Dylan >:)
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homestucky · 2 years
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Hacktober day 1: Hottest counselor
‘can i get uhhhhh fucking. burger??’ - Laura Kearney
(prompt list by marmsart)
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iamsuperbi · 2 years
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the real lovers card
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mks-grin · 2 years
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Day two yo’ - dynamic Duo - except let’s be real - this trio is 🤌🏼 the second photo was heavily referenced bc I’m tired and can’t do dynamic poses or draw hands to save my life.
Lmao I literally referenced the hands and still did Ryan’s hand wrong. I can’t be helped
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newcodesociety · 7 months
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marmsart · 2 years
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dusting off this blog to share my quarry inspired inktober/drawloween list i made for myself. open to writing/drawing/whatevering! idk how hard i’m gonna push myself this year but ideally i want to throw together a quarry zine at the end of the month ?? who knows ! feel free to use this and create along w me :)
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northkillny · 2 years
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hacktober day 13 - full moon
not all of this is quite canon, but it’s my take on the werewolf curse
dylan pov | 458 words
Today is the single day in a month Dylan dreads the most: the full moon. Sometimes he wonders if this is how girls feel about their periods. It’s not entirely dissimilar, he thinks, from what he’s heard. To always know it’s looming, the aches and pains, the betrayal of your own body.
He doesn’t feel like himself. His… affliction only really affects him at night, but it’s an all day affair. From the time he wakes up, he’s not really in his body. He has control over what he does in the way you have control over a video game. Like he’s watching behind a screen.
He purposefully doesn’t go anywhere, do anything, or see anyone on these days. He doesn’t know what he’ll do. He has to be careful on a normal day–not that it’s difficult to hold back from biting people on a daily basis, unless he’s getting down and dirty–but it’s especially important on full moons because of how out of control he feels.
On these days, all day, and typically the day after as well, he has full body aches. His body becomes so weak. Even if he wanted to go out, he doesn’t know if he could. He just lolls around in his apartment, oscillating between sweating and shaking and trying to distract himself in bed and chugging water on the floor of his kitchen. 
Schrodinger hides from him on full moons. Like he knows something is wrong with Dylan, that Dylan can’t be trusted. It’s lonely, but at least he knows Schrodinger is safe. 
A little before the sun starts to set, Dylan leaves. The only time he leaves his apartment during the full moon. He goes out into the forest behind his complex and walks and walks until he gets to the spot he picked the first time he came out here. It’s away from all the trails, from streets, from everything. He knows he will stay alone here. He brings a backpack with two water bottles: one that he drinks before he turns, and one for after. He always takes off his clothes and stores them in the backpack overnight. It felt weird to be naked in “public” the first few times, but he’s used to it now. There’s no use ruining his clothes.
It is now that Dylan’s body is least his own. He is so wrought with pain and aching he’s barely conscious. Eventually, from the far away place he is, he feels his skin crawl and crack, he feels his muscles tense as they prepare for what happens to them, he feels his bones realign. It happens in a matter of minutes, but every time, it’s its own eternity. 
He always screams, but he never hears it.
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pixelpalettesart · 2 years
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Ah fuck, I’ve been Hackified!
Nothing really changed I’m just more evil now
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lenillusion · 2 years
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FINALLY FOUND THE HACKTOBER PROMPTS 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 now i have to catch up
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bwaklog · 7 months
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Had my first hackathon last week!
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I just got this notification that "0/2" has been updated for the second night of Hacktober. The "0/2" is a reference to "Zero/Two," a song by the Mountain Goats which has just been updated for the first night of Hacktober
what the fuck
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alexisnotabrocoli · 2 years
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First day of Hacktober baby! First prompt: Hottest Counselors (gotta be these two always)
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homestucky · 2 years
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hacktober day 2 (comically late) - Dynamic Duo
because why not draw these two in batman and robin cosplay. why not
(prompt list by marmsart)
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iamsuperbi · 2 years
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it should’ve been canon
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mks-grin · 2 years
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Don’t mind that these are lazy doodles but hacktober day 3+4! Summer fling and Rivals!
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marztheincredible · 1 year
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BI Holidays: The Frigid Refrains ❄️
Month: Hacktober
”The snow storms upon the Knee have trailed down its mountainous peak! Bundle up Demons and Witches, Winter is here! You’ll need your best Enchanters and Weavers to intertwine the warmth of the Hearth within your clothes. If you aren’t so lucky to find such a Witch, perhaps a Bard will do. The second Dead Eye of the month can call forth a bitter chill if one is unaware. In the days of old, as a warning, a Bard would sing for the eight days leading up to the moon’s final phase. These melodies were known as The Frigid Refrains”
The Frigid Refrains are separated into 8 Acts that Balladeers sung to warn their town of the impeding chill that freezes the isles in an instant. Winter is coming.
So to remind the denizens of the town of winter’s first bite, for eight days leading up to the second Dead Eye (Waning Crescent moon), Songs of Caution would emit from the Bards who choose this task. Each day is part of an Act. The first consists of humming, one note, a steady drone leaving anticipation for what’s to come. With each day, the melody grows, the Bard layering their voice up to the last day, increasing in volume and strength. Along with this comes warmth, gather round the singing hearth and take heed. On the last day, the Final Act, the Bard’s voice is unrecognizable, it’s as if an orchestra emits from their mouth. The conclusion of their warning. The crescendo of caution. The frigid cold has arrived and this is the last bit of warmth you’ll feel before the bite snaps at your neck. They warned you, you chose not to listen.
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