Inktober & OC-tober: October 1st, 2024 (Romance The Backrooms)

Inktober & OC-tober: October 1st, 2024 (Romance The Backrooms)

Hey everyone!

So, this year, I have decided to participate in Inktober’s, well, Inktober event, and OC-tober, the latter specifically with @icannotreadcursive / @thepromptfoundry ‘s prompt list.  Basically, how it works is that I will do a drawing & a story adhering to the prompts.

For the first half of the month, I will be doing these for the characters of my story Romance The Backrooms, a liminal space otome with 5 main love interests.  For the second half of the month, I will be doing them for the characters of my IF Comp game Yancy At The End Of The World!, mainly to promote Yancy!’s Kickstarter, which launches at the beginning of November.

Today’s Prompts: Getting up in the morning & Backpack

Characters: Carla

Other Info: This is Part 1 of what will be a series of stories dealing with Carla trying to come to terms with her grandmother’s death.  Please know that this is primarily what the story is about and treat accordingly.

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Carla woke up and sat up in bed, blinking as she tried to remember where she was.  Then she remembered: she had rented a cottage in the woods for the next two weeks.  Right.

It had been her father’s idea to do so, and she didn’t usually listen to what he had to say, but for once, it was good advice.  Even broken clocks are right twice a day.  And in this case, her father was correct: she needed a retreat from normal life to really deal with her grandmother’s death.

. . . Even thinking about it that way seemed wrong.  Like the fact that her grandmother was actually dead was inconceivable.  But Carla had seen the body herself, gone through the funeral and everything.  The woman who had basically raised her was gone.  That was the truth.

Carla got out of bed, and her eyes landed on her bags: she had a backpack for her hikes, which was mostly empty for right now, and next to it was her suitcase, full of clothes & supplies. 

One of the many items in the suitcase was the box: the last gift her grandmother had given her.  She had not yet opened it, but knew she had to eventually.  That was partially what this trip was for—to give her the space and time to finally open that box.  Hopefully, she would get the courage to do it.

For now though, Carla got her toiletries and a pair of clothes from her suitcase, then went to the bathroom.  After she showered and brushed her teeth, she was ready to go.

Carla went back to her suitcase and put some supplies inside: binoculars, snacks, water.  As she picked up her sunscreen, she found The Gift underneath it, and paused for a moment, staring at it. Then, she put the sunscreen in her backpack, closed the suitcase, and stood up.

Maybe there was a nice place in the nearby town where she could get breakfast. . .

I've decided to participate in @thepromptfoundry's OC-tober this year! I probably won't write everyday but I will try my best :)

Day 1: Getting up in the morning

The sound of Graves walking down the bunker hallway is becoming more familiar to Mariposa.

Her new wolf ears, a result of her recent inheritance, act as her inner alarm clock; they never fail to wake her up in her new home, Burrow Enclosure #81799, a place where she's learning to adapt to her new gifts.

“His keys are singing to me…” she somnolently exclaims after letting out a huge yawn.

Mariposa rolls over in bed. Her eyes are heavy and start to flicker shut. The last thing she sees is her sun chaser deity, Skoll. She doesn’t understand why she had to inherit Skoll.

Mariposa knows the deity won’t appreciate her animal skull collection and mini shrine to Fenrir.

The enclosure starts to get increasingly hotter. Mariposa starts to pick up the sound of the crackling of fire?

“OH MY LORD!” Mariposa shrieked, her voice trembling with fear. Skoll’s flames are engulfing her field of vision, casting a terrifying glow.

Mariposa is glued to the wall. She can’t seem to take her gaze off the beautiful brown wolf.

A loud click of the enclosure’s lock pulls Mariposa back to reality. She has a couple of seconds to gather herself. Today has to be a good day!

Graves hears a thump behind the door before it slides open. He looked down to see Mariposa on her knees with both hands behind her back. She beamed and said, “Good morning, Lord!”

EEPY BOY

Day 1! Let's go!

Getting up in the morning can be a pain for our little lazy demon. Chop is an oc I finished making this year's spring. Expect to see him every day <3

I have a post listing the basic details of Chop if you're interested!

@thepromptfoundry is the one who made this prompt list.

day 1 of @thepromptfoundry's oc-tober!!

OC tober day 1

Going about a normal day

Promt list im using by @icannotreadcursive

Blaise woke with a bit of a start as he rolled over reaching for either flesh or fur to burry his still exhausted face into, ignoring the fact that he needed to get up to open shop for the day .

He pouts slightly at the lack of either but happily moves to the warm spot left by his better half. He nearly purred as warmth returned to his undead form staying there until the bed went cold, before dragging himself out of bed and to the dinning room .

Blaise sighed with relief at the distinct lack of cooking meet smell on of the few things he misses about being mortal the lack of nausea when meet is being cooked in the building he's in. He takes his place at the table smiling softly at the mug of blood already waiting for him

He paused for a moment after the first sip and leaned back trying to sneak a glance at herc just to admire the love of his life quietly before herc joined him.

He shrugged slightly as he caught no sight of his husband then turned back to his drink going through what potions he needed to finish for the day, he sips absent mindedly at his drink as made his to do list "hey herc how long till the full moon mag said they were going to refer some weres they know "

Herc pokes his head out of the kitchen "16 days Dante is starting to get antsy "

Blaise nods and downs the rest of his drink and heads into the shop portion of the building

He started restocking the less magic stuff mostly just bullshit-y stuff that sold well and keep the appearances of being a chocky shop to those who are not in the know

He chuckled softly to himself as a familiar shadow graced the still locked door "guess it's opening time"

He let out a soft groan as something cracked as he stood and headed to the door "morning Greg I'll go grab your usual from the back"

Blaise vaults over the counter to save on the extra two steps going around normally and grabbed a small basket with a few crystals and potions "will that be cash trade or blood today?"

The figure that seemed to blend into the shadows of the room who to any outside Observer could've clearly entered without the door being unlocked " cash we will have your usual tomorrow there was a delay in getting some ingredients" they placed the amount on the counter and left with their goods soon after a large black tiger wanders in from the back and stretched into the window with a loud purr

Oc-tober Day 2: Going out on the town prompt by @thepromptfoundry

This moment would end, she was keenly aware of it, but for a moment maybe she could allow herself to be a kid for a bit. Explore and shop around the town that had so kindly taken her in. Maybe for a moment, it wouldn't be so bad to be stuck in this place.