#mogtober 2023

[wundrousarts]

Hello to Nevermoor fans new and old, and happy 9/19!

Mogtober is a fun little event that takes place every October, in which people are encouraged to make Nevermoor fan content throughout the month according to a variety of prompts! It's been going on since 2020, so this will be its 4th year :) I love seeing people participate each year and it always makes me happy to hear how much people love it <3

Any rules are honestly quite vague, but here are some general tips and things to know:

From now on, there will be TWO lists! The usual 31-prompt list, and a shorter 9-prompt list.

The lists are like a starting point-- you can pick and choose what prompts from the lists you want to do, what order you want to do them in, how many you want to do, etc etc etc...

It's meant to take place in October, but feel free to extend it past the end and indulge in a little Mogvember or Mogcember if you're busy. The key is to have fun!

Most participants either write fanfic or draw fanart, but any type of fan content is encouraged!

There's no need to be super literal about the prompts: feel free to use them as inspiration, no matter how vaguely related the end result ends up being.

This has been crossposted on Instagram / Tumblr / Discord / Reddit / Wiki, so feel free to share to your heart's content– just make sure to keep the credit at the bottom if you repost it! You can share what you make and see what others make by using the tags #mogtober and #mogtober2023 (or any variations depending on the platform). Also, if there are any questions about anything: please just ask! I'd love to help :)

Have fun and Step Boldly! ☂️

Fun fact: Wundersmith’s 5th anniversary in America is 10/30/23! That’s why it’s the 30th prompt 😉

#mogtober #mogtober2023 #mogtober 2023 #nevermoor #nevermoor fanfic #nevermoor fanart #good ol' 11:59PM on 9/19 loll #this / the instagram post / discord announcement will be the most informative. I am NOT repeating this for elsewhere lol

[pixieberry992]

HELLO NEVERMOOR FANDOM

So I haven’t posted for a while… but I always try to come out of my introvert hole for at least the start of October (and I’m definitely not late I don’t know what you’re talking about) so we’ll see how far I’ll get into the challenge this time! I’m combining Inktober and Mogtober so I both have more constriction (which allows me to work more creatively) and also less work to do 🥲

This drawing is based off of the ominous dream Morrigan has in Hollowpox (loosely… I don’t know where the eyes came from), in part because I wanted to draw Emmett (definitely Kasey Golden inspired). And I really struggle with lineart, so you’ll see where I made a mistake and went over with a post-it.

Overall though I actually quite like this, which is a relief because it went through a lot. Happy mogtober everyone! Good luck! :D

[IMAGE ID: An inked paper drawing of Morrigan Crow. She is standing facing the left idly, while she holds her childhood stuffed rabbit Emmett. She wears a collared dress. Behind her on the right is a dark wavy shadow with tens of eyes peeking out of it. The drawing is monochromatic aside from a bright yellow-green square where a post-it note has been placed and it’s been inked over. On the far top left there is fully uppercase writing reading: “MORRIGAN . . . DREAM — 1 OCT”. IMAGE ID END]

#nevermoor #mogtober #mogtober2023 #hollowpox the hunt for morrigan crow #nevermoor the trials of morrigan crow #hollowpox #morrigan crow #inktober #inktober2023 #nevermoor fanart #mogtober 2023

[potentially-explosive]

mogtober day 5! I am so bad at choosing favorites I love all of unit 919. I wanted to draw Lam though so here she is! i'm a lam glasses believer she most definitely has glasses.

under the cut (for eyestrain) is a version with my interpretation of her radar abilities, how all the prophecies and stuff would look.

i also forgot to sign this version

#mogtober #nevermoor #lambeth amara #mogtober 2023 #lemurs art #when i was drawing i was thinking that it's weird that character's umbrellas aren't described that much #like morrigan's umbrella is really significant to her #and umbrellas are pretty significant in nevermoorian culture #yknow you use it for the brolly rail and morningtide and unlocking random doors(that might just be a mog thing though) #so you'd think people would use umbrellas to express themselves kinda like clothing. but I don't think I know what any of the characters #(besides mog) umbrellas look like #maybe i should do umbrella headcanons

[worldsunlikemyown]

Mogtober 2023 #4 — The Gossamer

Ezra spent as much time as he could spare on the Gossamer. 

   After the exile, he had slumped by the gates of Nevermoor for days. He’d had neither food nor water to live off, but just hope. Hope that those gates would open. Hope that they would understand, and let him back in. 

   And when they did not, there was nothing left to do but leave.

   His current job as a secretary for one of the Wintersea Party’s ministers, despite being boring enough to kill him, left him with a long enough break that he might visit Nevermoor every day. He had no train station built for the purpose yet (though he would build one later, when he had enough influence) — just a turnstile at an abandoned department store, and that was enough. For the aspect of travel was only illusory, needed to convince the mind that it was going somewhere. So he would walk there everyday, eating a sandwich or something of the sort on the way for some sort of lunch. He would turn down dark alleyways until he reached the department store, and then he would stand, silently, in front of the turnstile.

   Carefully, ever-so-carefully, Ezra would place a photograph of his family friends colleagues contemporaries by the turnstile. He would close his eyes, walk through the turnstile, and then he would be there, at night-time, in Nevermoor.

   Ezra loved those trips. He loved them beyond imagining, for it was because of them that in some way he could still go home. But it was torture too, torture that he couldn’t live without, but torture so painful that he was sure it would kill him. 

   Because he could almost hear his footsteps on the cobbles beneath his feet. He could almost feel the wind across his face, almost turn to a friend he saw in the street to talk (but he never revealed himself — he wasn’t ready for the hatred he’d see on their faces, while they still remembered him). And the feeling that almost nothing had changed became so prevalent that by the time he returned, precisely half an hour later, he’d have to consciously tell himself that everything, all of it, had changed irrevocably. 

   He’d tell himself that, firmly. Then, he would pick up the photograph (with the faces of its subjects turned away from him), put it carefully in his pocket, and walk away. 

#nevermoor #ezra squall #mogtober #mogtober 2023

[winwin17]

Mogtober 2023

#26 - Wunsoc Patrons

Francis doesn't understand why he can't have a nice patron. It's true that some Wunsoc candidates have a parent or other relative as their patron, but few seem as horrible as Aunt Hester. Francis sometimes thinks even Baz might be preferable, because even he chose all his candidates. What would it feel like to be chosen? To have someone see potential in you? Wouldn't that be so much nicer than being forced into a role just for the sake of a stuffy old family tradition? Francis looks at his other unit members' patrons and feels sad. Some of them are the best of the best. Why couldn't he have a patron like Nancy Dawson or Jupiter North?

Francis hardly dares to complain about Aunt Hester, even when she's not around. Somehow it feels like she must have cameras watching him, making sure he's living up to her expectations. But every now and then he mentions something in front of his other unit members that drops a hint at what he has to endure with his aunt. One day when he makes one of these off-hand comments about Aunt Hester, Thaddea calls her "Aunt Hester Pester the Festering Wound." It is fitting for such a grouchy, stuffy old patron.

#mogtober #nevermoor #francis fitzwilliam #thaddea macleod #unit 919 #nevermoor unit 919 #jupiter north #nancy dawson #wunsoc #mogtober 2023

[narcissablack45]

Mogtober everyone! Here's my first post, my art of Morrigan Crow✨. And here's some songs that i think Morrigab would listen to:

#nevermoor #morrigan #morrigan crow #jupiter north #jupiter #books #hollowpox #SoundCloud #Spotify #mogtober 2023

[suksiili]

And Mogtober 2023 Day 2: Pajamas

Not what I had originally planned for this but my skills betrayed me so I came up with this Jack being annoyed at Morrigan and Hawthorne inspired by the hall of shadows chapters

#mogtober 2023 #mogtober #nevermoor #drawing

[draggingyoutothedust]

mogtober day one!! i probably won't hit every day with school and all, but i'll try!!

#morrigan crow #ramblings #my art #mogtober #mogtober 2023

[gosh-darn-radical]

Mogtober Day 7 ✨

Cause I am, what some may call,

l a t e

#dearborn #dulcinea dearborn #mogtober #mogtober 2023 #nevermoor #wundersmith #she looks personally offended

[analikestodream]

MY MOGTOBER 2023 DRAWINGS

I posted all of them on my other blog (@fabuladorah) but since that blog is a mess i lost them all. So I decided to just throw them here.

#analikestodream #analikestodraw #mogtober #mogtober2023 #nevermoor #nevermoor series #nevermoor fanart #nevermoor fandom #morrigan crow #cadence blackburn #hawthrone swift #thaddea macleod #anah kahlo #chanda kali #jupiter north #jupidad #jack korrapati #marina cherry #artists on tumblr #original art #drawing #painting #traditional art #gouache #colored pencil art

[wundrousarts]

Morrigan <3

#aka moz mozza mozzie mog moggers + the mogster. yay! #nevermoor #nevermoor fanart #morrigan crow #mogtober #mogtober 2023 #this is technically a redraw of my first ever fanart that I started to celebrate 5 (!) years of being a fan #the original isn't on here but it does reside on my instagram. and maybe discord. can't totally remember where I shared it lol #anyways. enjoy my rendering process which is: idk what I'm doing and just hope it all comes together by the end #gray backgrounds while drawing are such a blessing and a curse #great to reduce eye strain. horrible to then not be able to figure out how to change the background later bc you're used to gray loll #i'll add an ID to this at. a later date. #it's 12:34AM on day 2 as I post this because deadlines are lies and timezones are fake. xoxo. #if you're reading this: goodnight. 👍

[worldsunlikemyown]

Mogtober 2023 #3 — The Basement Nerds

Sofia turned around, took one look at the person behind her, and froze. 

   “Ms… Dearborn?” She asked, snout wrinkling. “How…?” She hadn’t thought the other scholarmistresses even knew about Sub-Nine. 

   “And what exactly are you doing here?” Dearborn asked. Her mouth snapped into a disgusted expression, somewhat woodenly. “Sub-Nine is forbidden to enter for all students, staff, and other society members. Even Maintenance doesn’t come down here.” 

   That was the beauty of Sub-Nine — it was, to some extent, self-maintained! “It’s self-maintained,” Sofia told her. “And, Scholarmistress, we do have permission. I can consult with Elder Quinn—”

   “No!” Dearborn looked horrified, and her face had gone red — the latter, Sofia had never seen, and she felt tempted to take a photograph. If she could. 

   “There is no need at all!” Her voice sounded noticeably higher now. And then, a lot deeper, and elated. “You didn’t figure it out!”

   All of a sudden, Ravi was standing there. 

   Sofia was, for some seconds, at a loss for words. 

   “You did it!” She exclaimed, nuzzling Ravi’s shins (he’d grown rather tall recently) affectionately. He was practically bouncing. 

   “Morrigan helped me! But the voice was just mimicking, and I think the blush showed? I must have turned red at some point.”

   Sofia nodded. “It did show, but this is such remarkable progress. Morrigan must be getting quite good, to help you this much.” 

"Yeah," Ravi replied. "It's practically Wundrous!"

#dulcinea dearborn #sofia nevermoor #ravi nevermoor #nevermoor #mogtober #mogtober 2023 #Forgive the bad pun

[winwin17]

Mogtober 2023 Day #18

Prompt: Jupiter North

(Quick summary: To all appearances, Jupiter has a lot of confidence, but he tends to feel differently when he looks at himself with his Witness ability, until one day Frank inspires a deep lesson.)

Jupiter North hated the mirror.

Well, that wasn't *exactly* accurate.

It was more of a love-hate relationship, but on many days, the hate was very predominant.

Such was the case on one particular day when he found himself lost in thought, wandering down a hall in the Deucalion toward his office. Halfway there, he happened to catch sight of himself in a hallway mirror.

What he saw made him stop.

His general appearance was about enough to make anybody stop on any given day, what with his bright ginger hair, flashy wardrobe choices, and all around handsome features. But for himself as a Witness, there was always so much more.

Jupiter gazed at his reflection with a perceptive eye that saw far more than the average person ever could. With regards to himself, it was a criticizing eye, most of the time. He had learned to tune it out a lot, just like how he filtered what he saw anywhere else in the world in order to maintain not only respect for other people's boundaries, but also his own sanity. But sometimes he just couldn't ignore it all.

Today was one of those days.

Standing before the mirror, he cringed as he took note of the sizeable gray cloud that was hovering around him. Stress, discouragement, and worries - that's what that represented. Jupiter was generally a pretty positive person, but lately he'd been carrying a lot of concerns for Morrigan, and how to figure out what was going on with the disappearance of the Hollowpox, and how to keep Squall from getting into his little girl's head. Well, not *his* little girl, technically, but close enough. Enough that the concern Jupiter carried for her expressed itself through the Gossamer in a bigger, denser gray cloud than Jupiter typically saw with average levels of stress.

In addition to the gray cloud, there was also that flickering light around his head, blinking in and out, suggesting an unsolved mystery, questions with answers just out of reach. Jupiter had an inquisitive mind and always seemed to be on the trail of some mystery or another. So this wasn't an unfamiliar sight, but it was a constant reminder of multiple pressing concerns. Sometimes he couldn't tell if he was chasing the questions or if they were chasing him.

Beneath the obvious, glaring layers of stress and discouragement, Jupiter could see some of his own older battles. Over his heart was one particular scar, old, but still bleeding a bit. That was from the death of his sister and the way he still carried some guilt for feeling like he should have been able to prevent it somehow. Very close to it was another old wound, mostly healed by now, that represented how he hurt for Jack without parents in the world to guide and support him. It was connected to a vague shape like weights on his chest. That was the responsibility he felt for giving Jack a better world now.

Jupiter sighed deeply as his eyes followed the innumerable strings of multiple colors and textures that tied his person and his heart to one thing or another, mostly life events and happenings, a few to people. In them he could read just about every moment of his history. All the joys and happiness, yes, but also all the pain, the losses, the sad times. Even more than that, he could see all his personal flaws and shortcomings and guilt for every instance he felt he had not been or done enough. These dark, dreary smudges tended to overpower the marks of good things, laughing at him, mocking him.

"You're not enough, you're not enough, you're not enough," they chanted. They repeated over and over until they filled his head with their echoes, like the complex layers of some polyphonic music. He could almost feel the ambiguous shadows that leered over his shoulders.

Along with this was a dread as black as the blackest night, surrounding his heart like the cold waves of a threatening ocean. Sometimes their tide was low, sometimes it was high, but it always existed in some measure. Jupiter knew he was seeing the fear of failing Mog. It was the dread of making one wrong move and letting her be torn away by Squall or overcome by the voices of her past that said she was cursed - or worst of all, of himself somehow accidentally letting her down and losing her trust. Jupiter shuddered at the slightest notion of it.

Here and there and everywhere, he was marked with scars and shadows and shatters of various shapes and size. How could he ignore them? Why did he ever look in the mirror anyway, when these constant reminders of who he was always glared at him from his reflection?

"Admiring yourself, Jove?" a voice came from behind him.

"Hm?"

Jupiter was suddenly pulled out of his deep thoughts. He hadn't noticed Frank approaching him.

"Oh, no, never," Jupiter answered, mustering up the smirk and playful, half sarcastic tone that almost always threw others off the trail of his true thoughts in these cases. "Why would I do that?"

"Oh, only because of the half million wonderful things that make you Captain Jupiter North," Frank shrugged. "Ask anyone. What's not to admire?"

The vampire dwarf gave Jupiter's arm a friendly bump and meandered on his blissfully ignorant way, but his words turned Jupiter back to the mirror again.

"What's not to admire?" he'd said. "Half a million wonderful things."

Jupiter squinted at himself. He was so used to seeing his flaws and his burdens, so used to both examining them and yet also ignoring them, that he rarely took much note of his positive traits. But now that he thought about it, what was there?

Determination - there was that - like the constant beating of a heart that just wouldn't give up. Values that had an appearance similar to beautiful plants with roots that buried themselves in the deepest part of his core. Intelligence and an inquisitive nature that looked sort of like the flashing lights of unanswered questions, but were more of a constant glow around his head, almost halo-like. Similarly, the radiance of a positive and caring nature shone in the center of his chest near the sternum, much like the constant candle of kindness Dame Chanda carried within herself. And a consistent life purpose, made greater than ever by the new addition of his investment in Morrigan.

Right then, something shifted, not so much in Jupiter's actual sight as his perspective, and suddenly he saw a person alive and aglow with a beauty and value that went much deeper than gorgeous hair or fine clothes.

Why did he not remember ever seeing himself like this? It had all been there. He'd even seen it before - only he hadn't *seen* it. Even as a person who was generally self aware and had a measure of value for his own positive traits, he'd somehow always felt that it was just strange to look at his own good qualities with that level of scrutiny. Besides, the weight of all his cares and concerns had so long overclouded them that he must've unconsciously trained himself only to see his person as an amalgamation of all his scars and battles and shortcomings.

He was all of that, yes, but he was so many good things, too. So many smiles and happy moments like warm little nooks in his heart to sustain him through the winters of his lapses into harsh self judgement. Brightly colored strings tying him to wonderful experiences, beautiful places, and the best of people.

And running through all of it was a massive tide of love, surging and pulsing and coursing through positively everything. There was love for Jack, love for his Wunsoc unit, love for even the family and friends who were long gone like his sister. There was love for Fen and Frank and Dame Chanda and the whole Deucalion family. There was love, newer and perhaps greater than any of the others, for Mog, sparkling with the bright hue of newfound purpose.

The river of love was so great it was impossible to tell where it began or ended, and it flowed out into so many different branches in multiple directions. But it didn't just give; the love of other people was constantly splashing into the tide that sourced from his own heart, too.

Jupiter could hardly tear his eyes away from the mirror now. This change of perspective was so overwhelming. It wasn't until he heard footsteps behind him that he looked away from the sight.

Turning to see who was approaching, Jupiter was met with the familiar black eye-patched face of his nephew.

Jack started to open his mouth as if to start a conversation, but seemed to catch something, and closed it immediately. Jupiter didn't need his Witness ability to watch Jack take in the sight of his uncle in such deep thoughts in front of the mirror and make the connection of what was going on. No words were spoken, but they made brief eye contact and something unspoken passed between them. Jack's eyes reflected a sense of recognition, and he gave a simple, understanding nod before continuing on his way again. But that confirmed to Jupiter what he'd really always known. Jack knew. He got it. He did this, too.

"Jack," Jupiter called the boy back. "There's something important I need to tell you."

He put his hands on Jack's shoulders and turned him to face the mirror.

"I want you to remember, whenever you look at yourself in the mirror - with or without your eye patch, but especially without - to always try to see yourself as a whole. It will save you a lot of trouble."

Jack nodded, silent for a moment, until Jupiter released his shoulders, then said, "Thanks. I'll try to remember that."

"Well," Jupiter said at last, reaching out to make a quick adjustment to Jacks collar. "I've got things to do now. But remember, Jack: the mirror is not your enemy."

#aaaahhh this is one of my faves!!!? #mogtober 2023 #mogtober #nevermoor fanfiction #nevermoor fanfic #morrigan crow #jupiter north #jack korrapati #frank nevermoor #dame chanda kali #nevermoor fenestra

[narcissablack45]

Hey guys! Today is the second dau if Mogtober. And my second theme is Favourite 919 group member, Cadence Blackburn✨

Sorry, i'm not really good at colouring with pancils so...here

#mogtober #morrigan crow #jupiter north #cadence blackburn #mogtober 2023

[suksiili]

Mogtober 2023 Day 1: Morrigan (ik I'm late)

This is about how I imagine Morrigan whenever I read and here's her welcoming her unit to Deucalion, or how she imagined the day would go when she invited Unit 919 over for the first time

#mogtober #mogtober 2023 #nevermoor #drawing