#me already ignoring -tober after 8 days

[dadjoke-ness]

How on earth to get the motivation to draw what I want to draw.

I have two projects that I'm working on (yeah I know what an idiot putting more on their own plate) and each has a good plan, great concept!! I just need to actually do the legwork.

First is going to be a book / story / journal type thing for Professor Pine of the [REDACTED] region, who is a space-time researcher. Right now she's in an alternate version of Platinum, where I randomized pokemon and types and abilities, it's more on the space-rift than the time-rift like PLA.

Second is a videogame webcomic about four furry lesbian friends who have entered a magical video game landscape, where it has a nice split off for single player, but they can merge the timelines and hang out/quest together whenever they want, so long as the quests they do together don't conflict. (I.E Stormcloak Argonian and High Elf [deer] Imperial can work together on the Dawnguard quests, but they can't do any stormcloak/imperial questlines while working together, due to being on opposing sides.) It's more of a slice of life type comic with a background story, but I gotta draw in order to publish. (And since it's furry based, I wanna sketch out a lineup of the skyrim races as different furry races for myself, then do intros to each one, spread out naturally (like when you ask a Khajit about Khajits). Primarily Skyrim but they can also take "breaks" into other games.

Essentially the four are an Argonian (newt), a Khajit (calico), an Orc (boar I'm thinking), and a high elf (deer, she's trans and she also uses a wheelchair and it can fly because magic is real in skyrim and also other video games) - they're all lesbians, they all fall for different ladies in various games. Boar is poly and has a whole harem of other wives, including Deer (who has one more wife - I'm THINKING Shahvee, because reasons). Each one visits different places that match their personalities, that way if I wanna draw a stardew mini-comic with my cat furry, I darn well CAN. I also want to play with color theory and brushes to give each player's setting a different feel, and when they're together the styles combine.

The Pokedex one will obviously come out first when I do get past this art block, but I want do BOTH and hand says no! Hand wants REST! Hand not like having to work job then come home and work projects!!!

[goodlookingforagirl]

Oc-tober Day 8: Festival

This cute, somewhat fluffy scene is focused on Esther, an oc that I’ve had and loved for years but who I never gave enough attention. Of course, this takes place at a fall festival because it’s autumn, and I want to go to something like this so badly right now! Thanks to @oc-growth-and-development for creating this prompt list! 

Day 8: Festival

Esther handed the boy his paper cup and held out her hand. “That’ll be fifty-cents, please.”

    “Fifty cents for a cup of cider?” he almost spat.

    “Well, this is a fundraiser for the high school band.”

    “That’s overpriced.”

    Esther sighed. “Well, do you still want it?”

    “I guess.” He carelessly dropped the coins into her hand and skulked off.

    Esther had barely stopping rolling her eyes when the next customer approached. When she saw who it was, her heart began to pound. “Hi, Rosalind!”

    “Hey, Esther,” Rosalind chirped. “How’s it going?”

    “Oh, it’s going great, just great. I mean, not too busy, but not too slow either.” Esther was usually well-spoken and concise, but she felt like a deer caught in headlights, blinded by Rosalind’s beauty.

    “How are you?” Esther finally asked

    “Good! I just got done at the face painting station. I’m trying to find someone to go on the hayride with me, but everyone else already rode it.”

    “I’ll go with you,” Esther blurted out. She wanted to kick herself — could she possibly sound more desperate?

    “But aren’t you working?”

    “I’ll be done in twenty minutes. But, I mean, you don’t have to wait on me if you don’t want to.”

    “I don’t mind. Can I meet you at the loading area?”

    “Of — of course,” Esther stammered. “I’ll be over as soon as I can.”

    “Don’t rush,” Rosalind smiled. She got a cup of cider and gently laid her two quarters in Esther’s trembling hand. “See you then.”

    “See you then,” Esther echoed. She watched Rosalind walk away, her mane of red hair glowing in the setting sunlight. She was iridescent, she was luminous, she was —

    “Hey,” an obnoxiously familiar voice barked, taking her out of the moment.

    “Hi, Violet,” Esther said, finally turning away from Rosalind.

    “You’re all spacey,” Violet remarked, a mischievous glint forming in her eyes. “What’s going on?”

    “Nothing’s going on,” Esther lied. “Do you want a drink?”

    “I want a hot chocolate.”

    “So do I,” Harper spoke up. Esther hadn’t even noticed her — she really was spaced out.

    “Are you guys having fun?” Esther asked as she poured the hot water.

    “Yeah, but we’re running out of stuff to do. We already picked our pumpkins, and played cornhole, and went through the corn maze.”

    “I made it through,” Harper piped up. “She didn’t.”

    “I got lost and you didn’t come back to get me!”

    Harper shrugged. “Not my fault.”

    Esther was stirring the hot chocolate mix with one hand and pointing with the other. “You can go bob for apples and tell Adelaide hi.” They all looked over at Adelaide, who was leaning against the large apple bucket, making sure people didn’t drown but otherwise not giving a damn about what they did — such was her way.

    “I don’t want to put my face in the water,” Violet balked. “It’s probably freezing.”

    “And all the germs,” Harper added, eyes wide.

    “Well, go on the hayride,” Esther suggested, then immediately regretted it. She didn’t want to end up on the same ride as them.

    “We already did,” Violet replied, and Esther sighed with relief.

    “Well, go do something; there’s a line behind you.” She waved her little sisters away and served a steady influx of customers, but she barely paid attention to them. Rosalind was the only thing on her mind. The two of them were friends, but not best friends, so they’d never spent time together outside of a group. Esther had been wanting to reach out for a long time, but every time she tried, she got tongue-tied and flustered and gave up. But fate had gone easy on her tonight, and Rosalind had been the one to reach out. It probably didn’t mean anything, but it still made her heart skip a beat.

    Esther left the booth the second her relief arrived and ran to the hayride loading area. She passed Adelaide, who had just finished her apple-bobbing shift and was shouting something at Esther, but she didn’t stop to listen. She wasn’t going to waste a second.

    Rosalind was waiting for her. “You didn’t bring any of your wares?”

    Esther gave a puzzled look. “My wares? I — oh, you mean the cider. No, I didn’t. Should I get some?”

    “I’m just teasing you,” Rosalind smirked. “It would spill over, anyways. It looks like a bumpy ride.”

    They loaded on with a few school acquaintances as well as a few strangers, and they soon found it was indeed a bumpy ride. Esther tried to keep from falling onto Rosalind, while also wishing that she could fall into her arms. But that wasn’t safe. Rosalind must know — almost everyone knew from one source or another — but that didn’t mean she felt the same.  

    “It’s freezing out here,” Rosalind said, zipping her coat up to her chin. “Last year, it was a lot nicer.”

    “We didn’t do a fundraiser here last year.”

    “But I came last year, with my boyfriend.” She rolled her eyes. “Now he’s my ex-boyfriend, and I say good riddance.”

    “I don’t remember you having a boyfriend,” Esther replied, her tongue feeling like sandpaper.

    “I haven’t since then. I’m done with men. They’re all the same.”

    Esther knew that you shouldn’t make such blanket statements before you’re even an adult, but she didn’t chide Rosalind. Instead, she smiled.

    “I don’t remember you having boyfriends, either,” Rosalind commented.

    Esther’s smile fell. “I haven’t.”

    “Are you tired of men, too?”

    I never liked them to begin with, she wanted to say. And maybe Rosalind could already tell. But she wanted to play it safe. “I’m just not interested. There are better things to focus on.”

    “I agree,” Rosalind said softly. After a moment of silence, she reached for Esther’s hand. “You feel frozen.”

    “I don’t know why,” Esther said, since the rest of her body felt like it was on fire.

     Rosalind rubbed Esther’s hand between hers. “You must run cold, huh? So do I.”

    We’d never have to argue about the thermostat, Esther thought, already dreaming of domesticity.

    “Are you doing anything for Halloween?”

    “No,” Esther replied. “I don’t have any set plans, at least.”

    “Want to come to my place? My dad’s got an old projector and a reel of Frankenstein. I was thinking me and a few friends could watch it together.”

    Esther hated horror movies but didn’t hesitate for a second. “Of course! I’d love to.”

    “Your sister can come too, if she wants.”

    “I’ll ask her.” Truthfully, Esther had no intention to invite Adelaide. Not when it was Rosalind’s house.

    The hayride returned to its starting point and everyone loaded off. The sun was below the horizon now, the sky more grey than pink, and Esther could hear her sisters before she could see them.

    “Esther!” Adelaide screeched. “I was trying to get your attention earlier!”

    “You were?” Esther feigned ignorance.

    “Yeah. I’m done with my shift and we all want to go home.”

    “We’ve been here for hours,” Violet groaned, and Harper nodded, her eyes glazing over with fatigue.

    “Okay, we can go.” Esther handed Adelaide the car keys. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

    “Why not now?” Violet groaned again. “We want to go now.”

    “Stop whining, I’ll be there in a minute!” Esther shot them all a look that made them obey without further questions. Fortunately, Rosalind was still beside her, not deterred by the noise.

    “That blonde one’s dramatic,” Rosalind giggled.

    “Tell me about it.” Esther made sure her sisters were far enough away before she kept talking. “So, what time should I be over on Halloween.”

    “Hm...is eight too late?”

    “Eight is perfect.”

    “And you’ll need my address, won’t you?”

    “No. I’ve already been there for study group.” And she’d never forgotten the exact house, just in case she got the chance to return.

    “Oh, wow. You have a good memory.”

    Esther smiled and tried to act nonchalant.

    “Well, I guess I’ll see you at school Monday.”

    “Yeah, I guess so.”

    “Drive safe” — Rosalind leaned in for a hug — “and keep warm.”

    Esther worried that Rosalind could sense her nerves, her passion, her wild ecstasy. She returned the hug as calmly as she could, but her feelings were so electric that it felt like they were shooting from her fingers. Rosalind smelled like cinnamon and her hair was soft like silk. Esther captured the moment in her mind as perfectly as possible, knowing she’d return to it many times in the future.

    “You too,” Esther shakily replied when Rosalind finally let go. They smiled at each other, and Rosalind turned away, quickly disappearing in the dark crowd of people.

    Esther stood alone for a few moments, letting herself soak it all in. The feeling of Rosalind’s hands, her hair, her breath, her everything. It was all too good to be true. She looked up at the starry sky and prayed, God, please don’t let there be too many other people there on Halloween. Please let me have a chance.

[gaygent37]

The Boy in the Attic - Day 8

No-Set-Prompt-List-tober, October 8: GHOSTS

BruDick, ghost boy Dick, human Bruce, underage, age gap, seduction, anal sex, riding, 1,278 words

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Bruce’s new house was haunted. 

He found out on the second night there, when he heard strange noises coming from the attic. Upon inspection, he found out that it was occupied by the ghost of a teenager who called himself Dick. 

Ever since Dick found out that Bruce lived in the house, he had been bothering Bruce non-stop, following him around and talking to him. 

Bruce had refused to interact with Dick, and Dick was getting desperate. 

“I know you can hear me, Bruce,” Dick said, sitting across from Bruce at the dinner table. “I see you looking at me when you think I’m not looking. And I see the way you look at me too,” Dick smirked. “But it’s okay,” he said. “I don’t mind it at all. I like it, in fact. I’ve always been a fan of older men myself,” he giggled. 

Bruce ignored him, but his cock did twitch in interest. Still, Bruce gave no sign that it had happened. He continued eating his steak and potatoes while scrolling through movies to watch. 

He found some ghastly horror movie to watch, hoping the blood and gore would keep him and his traitorous cock in check. It did its job quite well, and Bruce as able to tune Dick out, much to the ghost boy’s chagrin. It also made Bruce lose his appetite, so he cleaned up and decided to run himself a bath instead. 

Just as he stepped into the bathtub, closing his eyes, ready to lean down into the bubbles, Dick floated out of the water with a sneaky grin on his face. 

“Wow, B,” Dick said. “You’ve been keeping the goods from me, hm?”

Bruce sat up suddenly, his eyes wide and shocked to find Dick in the bathtub with him. Water sloshed out of the bath. 

“Hey, hey,” Dick said. “It’s alright,” he whispered. “Just sit back and relax, Bruce. Let me take care of you.”

Bruce swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes away from Dick’s smile. Then the felt it. The slightest touch on his leg. 

“Shit!” Bruce cursed, jerking in the bathtub again. “Dick, no, you can’t-”

Dick only smiled wider, knowing that Bruce’s acknowledgement was his victory. “Just relax, B. I know you want it, and I want it too. I know what I’m doing.”

Bruce was weak. He gave Dick one last pleading look before his resolve cracked, and he leaned back and let out a shaky breath. He closed his eyes, and he heard Dick hum in contentment. 

He felt a stronger brush against his leg, closer to his cock, which was rapidly filling up. The brush became the stroking of a couple of fingers, and when it finally did reach his cock, it was a firm pressing of a ghostly palm. 

When Dick wrapped his hand around Bruce’s cock, his eyes flew open, gasping at the touch. It had been so long since someone other than himself had touched him. 

Dick gave Bruce’s hard cock a few experimental pumps as he watched Bruce’s expression hungrily. 

“Oh, Bruce,” Dick moaned quietly. “I want you inside me,” he panted. “Can I? Can I please, Bruce?” His pale blue eyes were suddenly so bright and innocent, and Bruce could not say no to them. 

He swallowed hard and nodded. “Climb on top of me,” he groaned. 

The water did not move as Dick clambered on top of Bruce, and even though Bruce could feel Dick’s weight settle on him, no water was displaced by the movement.

Then, Bruce felt the head of his cock being pressed against a hot hole, one that was slowly sucking him into its tight depths. 

Bruce groaned as he felt Dick envelop him. Unable to hold back anymore, Bruce reached out and found Dick’s hips, grabbing him. The boy felt like warm flesh under his hands, and Bruce pulled him down firmly, impaling him in one swift stroke. 

“Ah!” Dick cried out, throwing his head back. “Ohhh, B, that feels so good!” He started moving his hips, without even pausing to get used to the feeling. 

“It doesn’t hurt?” Bruce asked in wonder. 

Dick shook his head. “Feels- Feels so good,” he said with a smile. He lifted himself up more before letting himself drop back down on top of Bruce’s cock. Little moans slipped from his throat with each movement, and he tightened around Bruce rhythmically, as if trying to milk his cock. 

“Fucking hell, Dickie,” Bruce groaned, starting to move his hips up to meet Dick, no longer worried about the soapy bath water that was spilling out onto the bathroom floor. 

Dick moaned louder. “Fuck me, Bruce!” he cried out. “Fuck me harder, please!”

Bruce had no reason not to oblige. He slammed their hips together, fucking Dick faster and harder, chasing his own orgasm in the ghost boy’s body. 

Dick’s eyes were squeezed shut so tightly from overwhelming pleasure. Suddenly, with one last loud wail, Dick came, tightening incredibly around Bruce’s cock, triggering the man’s orgasm at the same time. 

Bruce pulled Dick down onto his cock, hard. Then, he came into him, spurting his cum deep inside the ghostly teen.

After coming down from his orgasm, Dick collapsed forward onto Bruce’s body. Bruce was surprised to actually be able to feel the boy. He had seen Dick fly through tables and walls like it was nothing, and yet, Bruce could feel him as solidly as anything else in his house. 

Bruce removed his hand from Dick’s hip and put it on Dick’s back instead, gently rubbing small circles into the boy’s back. 

“Good?” he asked softly. 

Dick made a soft humming noise and nuzzled Bruce’s neck. “Mhmm.”

Bruce could not help but smile. “Let’s get out of the bath, Dickie,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to Dick’s temple. He pushed away the nagging thoughts at how strange and how wrong his situation was. He did not need the guilt ruining his post-orgasm bliss. 

Bruce took a chance and wrapped his arms around Dick’s body, carrying the sleepy boy out of the bath bridal style. A torrent of water followed them out of the bathtub, but Bruce ignored it. He sat Dick down on the sink and he toweled himself down. Then, he started drying Dick. 

Suddenly, the towel fell through Dick’s body like he was not there, though Bruce could see him sitting there still. 

Dick looked down at himself. “Oh,” he said. “I’m dry again.” He smiled up at Bruce’s baffled expression. 

“Let’s go to sleep, B,” he said. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

He pushed himself off of the sink without waiting for Bruce’s answer and went to Bruce’s bedroom. 

It took a second for Bruce to follow, and he found Dick already in bed when he got there. 

Bruce climbed into bed next to Dick, and Dick snuggled up close to him, though Bruce could not feel him lying there. The only thing he could feel was Dick’s hair tickling the bottom of his chin.

“So how come I could feel you in the water, but anytime you’re not wet you’re not corporeal? Is it some magical property of water that only applies to ghosts?” Bruce asked, gently stroking Dick’s damp hair, the only part of Dick that Bruce could still touch. But he could only feel it sometimes. Other times, Bruce’s hand passes through his hair.

Dick hummed tiredly. “'s not that,” he giggled. “I just drowned in that bathtub,” he said casually. “Probably has something to do with that.”

“What.” Bruce’s hand stopped stroking Dick’s hair. 

“G’night, B,” Dick murmured.

“Dick. What the fuck.”

But the ghost boy was already asleep.

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Hope you guys enjoyed!