#deadcember

4x2 rack pulls for Deadcember

Welcome to Deadcember.

What IS Deadcember?

Deadcember is an event that I made a few years ago aiming to make myself cry over my OCs with various different prompts. They were just small doodles but I also ended up killing some of my friends with them too. Thus, I made a prompt list aimed towards causing emotion distress to them <3333

Where is the prompt list and rules, you fool?

I don’t have the prompt list really written down anywhere except for on spare canvases and pieces of paper (I made this challenge during high school and am just very disorganized) so I’m still compiling all the prompts for this year. I do have Day 1 already at the ready though!

It's right here!! This is the "Official Deadcember Prompt List" that I made and have gathered up for your convenience.

As for rules? Well- This is literally coming off of the back of Huevember and NaNoWriMo, so it’s just a very low stakes challenge. You’re not meant to burn yourself out with this and you’re given multiple prompts to use or not use. The goal of it is just for some good feelings relief honestly, cause holidays are stressful as hell.

Now, with that out of the way, here’s the “Official Rules” of Deadcember!

Rules:

You get a small list of words (some may have more than others honestly, whoops!) and you either draw, write, or create something in general that does or does not fit the theme(s) of the day. Like I said earlier, you’re just aiming to make yourself or your friends cry/die inside!

This is a very lax challenge, so there is no day requirement to hit to complete this.

You only did one day but it didn’t follow the list and still made you cry? Congrats! You “won” Deadcember! Very proud of you for finding the energy to do anything at all during this month <333

You did every single day and included EVERY PROMPT? Dude that’s just amazing! Genuinely so glad for you!

Remember to skip days when you need to and that this month is made as a brain relief. Holidays and stuff are stressful and sometimes can cause big feelings of dread or make some not so good memories resurface, so these are for you to kind of vent.

Don’t forget to properly tag your stuff with correct trigger warnings when applicable! While you may want to vent, that doesn’t mean you get a pass to show it off without some type of warning.

And it’s just for fun! You don’t have to feel the need to vent into the pieces you make, in fact, you don’t have to make sad stuff at all! You can cry over tooth rotting, cute, very fluffy art. Whatever you choose to do, just be safe, take care of yourself, and relax.

(Tagging the people who participated in weaktober just in case this post gets buried under all of the kdrama posts)

“Did you even care?”

Note: Everything for Deadcember will be from the same fanfic, a fanfic which I created just for this. Lol. Just keep in mind that everything is not as it seems. ;)

“No.” The denial falls from his lips unbidden, and Anakin scrambles forwards, falling to his knees next to the crumpled figure on the floor. “No. No. Oh Force.” He reaches out, almost afraid to let himself touch the chestnut hair. She looks like her mother, Anakin thinks numbly, as his fingers finally touch her forehead. “Leia,” he whispers, stroking her cheek lightly.

She coughs, shifting, turning her head towards him. Her brown eyes – like her mother’s – are cold and hard, though her exhaustion is obvious. He was a fool. He should have known, should have realized that the Emperor would do this to him. “Hello, Father,” she says snidely, somehow managing to sound contemptuous despite the fact that she’s so clearly dying.

Tears blur his eyes as he realizes how much time he’s missed, how much he’s lost. “I’m sorry,” he chokes out, reaching for her hand. Her fingers are cold, and she doesn’t squeeze his hand, acting almost as if she’s just barely tolerating his touch. “I’m so sorry, my child, I had no idea –” He stops himself then, because he knows it doesn’t matter. Leia suffered unimaginable tortures, as a result of his own blindness. “I’m here now,” he promises instead.

She makes a face. “Doesn’t mean much,” she mutters, but something in her face softens anyways. Leia meets his gaze and holds it, something searching and forlorn in her eyes. “Did you even care?” Her voice is small, vulnerable, and Anakin tries not think about all the blood smeared on the walls and floor and her. He can feel the pain, the constant ceaseless pain his daughter endured, radiating from the walls, a maelstrom of agony in the Force.

“Of course,” he answers, holding back a sob. There’s nothing he can do for her except ease her dying moments. He cups her cheek, smoothing hair back from her face. Leia deserved better. She should have been a princess. She should have lived a long life, instead of being tortured to death in a prison cell after scarcely twenty years. “I thought you dead, gone, lost to me like your mother. I never – I never knew you were alive. I learned of you only half a year ago after your capture, and I’ve been looking for you ever since.”

It won’t matter, Anakin knows. It won’t matter. It won’t undo the many years – decades – which Leia lived without him. It won’t stop her from dying.

But still, it doesn’t seem to matter to her now, because she smiles faintly, and he can acutely feel her relief in the Force. “It’s – it’s… okay, Father,” she manages to say, and she squeezes his hand. “I’m – I… forgive you.” She pauses, struggling for breath as she tries to say whatever she wants to say in the short time she has left. “Avenge me,” she manages to say. “Destroy the Empire.”

“I will,” Anakin vows. “I promise you, Leia. I’ll do it.”

She squeezes his hand one more time before her eyes fall closed, her Force presence flickering and disappearing entirely. It feels as if someone stabbed a dagger into his chest and twisted it. This is – this is wrong. Leia is his daughter. He should never have to bury her. But… fate has never been kind to him.

Servants of the True Emperor; a Mordheim gang.

Vampire Thrall: Pijavic ‘the Impious’ von Carstein

Necromancer: Jakob Karg

Dregs: Proklyy and Zhalky

Henchmen include: three dire wolves, three ghouls, seven zombies of various kinds.

Undead gangs in Mordheim are limited to 15 models, and this is 17 (more if I get that other ghoul I like). This allows me some flexibility if anyone in my area ever ran a game - I could have the full three wolves, or just bulk up on zombies, depending on what other starting gangs looked like. 

Also the models were really fun to paint, so whatever, man.

This completes my #deadcember project! Coming up soon: The Old World Army Challenge. Also, like, Christmas.

A sample gang is below the cut.

A lone ‘Battered Skeletal Troll’ joins the service of the Lich Queen.