Did anyone enjoy the prompt from yesterday? I have to admit, I’m having a little bit of fun making pictures in Canva (someday, I’m going to get the paid version @.@) Until then, enjoy day 2!
A Halloween themed monster character generator! Use a random number generator for as many/whichever sections as you like For the “extras” section first generate a category, then move to that specific list. Feel free to add as many as you like!
Have fun! This is more a way to generate ideas and play around than a strict set of rules, so use it in a way that helps you most!
Hello ! This year I’ve decided to try making my own prompt list for October. I’ve been wanting to improve my environment/background design and so here’s a challenge specifically to motivate me to do some, with an horror theme ! I’d love it if others would participate, if anyone does tag it on insta and i’ll put it in my story ! Or don’t and just have fun with it.
Salut ! Cette année j'ai décidé de faire ma propre liste pour Octobre (à la place de Inktober). Ca fait un moment que je veut m'améliorer sur le dessin de paysages/arrière-plans et je vais donc utiliser cette liste au thème horreur pour le faire. Ce serait bien si d'autres veulent participer, si oui tag moi sur insta pour que je mette vos créations sur ma story ! Sinon, vous pouvez just l'utiliser pour vous amuser.
Porthos brought a box into the living room, frown on his brow as he dug through it, strips of multicoloured fabric tumbling onto the floor. Athos caught one on the end of his shoe, and hummed a question as he sipped his wine.
“D'Artagnan wants one, he’s dressin’ as Jack Skellington or somethin’… This one?”
Athos watched Porthos lift the bow tie to his neck and look at himself in the mirror, shirt still unbuttoned after his announcement to have a quick shower.
“I’m not sure,” Athos murmured, gaze trailing over the bright red bracers and the tailored trousers - he knew those had been a good idea, worth the sexual favours he had promised just to get Porthos into the tailors. “Try it without the shirt.”
Porthos’ eyes snapped to his in the mirror, surprise lifting a brow. “Yeah?”
Athos tilted his head, settling back into his chair with a sly smile. “You said you needed a costume for this evening.”
“What, just the bow tie?” Porthos laughed, thoughtfully turning the strip of fabric between his fingers, his own gaze slipping along Athos’ legs.
“We can add the rest later,” Athos said with a shrug, “but for now… Off.”
There was a very brief pause, an internal debate, a single heartbeat and one slow inhale, and then Porthos did as he was told.
Athos tried not to show how pleasantly surprised he was.
“You must’ve had a good day, la Fère,” Porthos murmured, grin ever so bright in the relative low light of the room. “Or was it lunch, ‘cause I don’t think they’re gonna let us back in to that coffee place after we were stuck in the toilet all that time–”
Porthos cut himself off when Athos got up from his chair, Porthos’ shirt already a puddle on the ground, but when he went to knot the bow tie, Athos stopped him.
“Allow me.”
Porthos didn’t answer, just huffed a surprisingly shaky breath when Athos took over, pulling slightly too tight before loosening. Athos couldn’t help but smile when Porthos swore softly, a rare shiver spanning Porthos’ spine telling Athos he should do this sort of thing more often.
If he thought Porthos would let him get away with it, but then they both knew that growled orders and purred demands were a special treat for them both.
Porthos tried to dip his head, but Athos nudged a knuckle under his strong jaw and gave a soft tut, his fingers finishing the knot only to trail down Porthos’ bared chest, chasing a bead of sweat that disappeared into dark curls and tightening trousers.
Athos hooked a finger in the waistline, and tugged very slightly, smirking when it nearly pulled Porthos from his feet. “Perhaps we should lose these, too.”
Porthos swallowed loudly and tried a cocky smile. “Are you turnin’ me into a Playboy bunny?”
“Nowthere’san idea,” Athos purred, slipping buttons with practiced ease.
“I ain’t wearin’ a fluffy fuckin’ tail,” Porthos answered, his laugh a distracted thing as he watched Athos’ hands.
“No, not the tail,” Athos mused, and seriously considered taking a pair of scissors to some sleeves. “The shirt cuffs would suit you though.”
A starched, white pair with some outrageously expensive cufflinks, the diamond ones to match his earring, the ones Athos refused to price.
The imagery was heady, as was the hungry look in Porthos’ eyes.
“Could always use the normal pair of cuffs?”
Athos scoffed softly, just louder than the whisper of cloth down Porthos’ thighs. “That is an entirely different scene, mon coeur.”
“Worth a shot,” Porthos chuckled, kicking his trousers away as Athos’ fingers circled his wrists like makeshift cuffs. “You do wanna make me a damn bunny!”
“You’d make a beautiful one,” Athos replied honestly, and his smile was as slow as the upwards drag of his gaze, only to see Porthos’ eyes widening, his chest heaving.
“All right, Hef.” It was a breathless attempt at a joke, and Athos wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Porthos breathless before, not like this, not before, when Athos was still dressed and Porthos only had a scrap of silk around his neck.
Athos tilted his head to the side, teeth in his smile when he felt Porthos’ pulse skip. “You’re enjoying this.”
Porthos deliberately looked down and then up again, brow high, as if pointing at the evidence, as if he wasn’t swiftly turning into a shaky mess with every second Athos looked at him.
“Not this,” Athos continued, and savoured Porthos’ inhale when he slipped his fingers from wrist to something else entirely. “This,the showmanship.”
“I’m enjoyin’ the thought of us doin’ what rabbits do best, yeah,” Porthos growled, and when Athos squeezed a little tighter and bit his own lip, Porthos gave up the fight and groaned, “Fine, yeah, okay, I like you lookin’ at me, an’ tellin’ me what to wear, and the collar– I mean, cuffs, fuck.”
Athos smirked, and suddenly knew exactly what he wanted for Christmas. “Shall I source some ears?”
Porthos launched at him, and Athos’ dark, delighted laughter only abated for the few seconds it took to get the bunny to bend over the sofa.
He did so very beautifully, and Athos told him so.
