#auctober2024

[theautistartist]

Auctober Catchup

I missed the end of Auctober, so I'm gonna just post my thoughts on the rest of the prompts.

So expect that shortly...

[oswald-can-draw]

I’ve always liked small, cozy spaces. I used to roll myself up in blankets or quilts, pretending I was a caterpillar in a cocoon. I like pulling my blankets about my head to make a cave. I read under the covers as a child. Sometimes I like to go under tables, under beds, in closets, and anywhere else that’s comfortable and small.

It means that I’m safe and warm, and the scariness and stress of the world can’t find me.

Happy Halloween, everyone! This has been wonderful. This is the first art challenge I’ve ever completed, so I feel very proud! And I’m proud of all of you for your art/writing, sharing your stories, or even just enjoying the content. :)

[oswald-can-draw]

My mom makes food accommodations for me all the time, such as getting certain foods when I visit, changing recipes, and making separate helpings for me. Of course, this is far from the only thing she does to help me, but it’s a very important one!

I’ve had trouble telling her how I feel about certain food, because I don’t want to make her upset. But she has told me that what she’s worried about is that I’m fed, and that her self-worth isn’t tied to her cooking.

[oswald-can-draw]

I not only have heightened sympathy for people, but for inanimate objects as well. This is great in some aspects, such as assigning personalities to my stuffed animals. However, if I decide not to buy a plush or object at a store, I sometimes get a pang of guilt for giving it “false hope”.

[zoobiefish]

Final day Auctober. Im sorry. Is rushed sketch. On verge of meltdown :( Maybe will finish later. Right now trapped on campus with very loud Neurotypicals foolig around outside my door for Halloween. Wanted to end on positive though. Rushed sketch but if cant tell i holding cat. Today prompt is “sensory euphoria.” Feel happiest and calmest with my cat. Wish i could be with him right now. Had hard week, could use cat hugs ❤️

[angstea]

i can't control thoughts of things i need

Fandom: Doctor Who

Ship: Spyrogue

Series: Auctober 2024

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Summary: Rogue finds an unconventional smoking buddy in the Master

TW/CW: Recreational drug use, weed

AN: The Master and Rogue are both autistic, the Master uses it/its

Title is from Bruno is Orange by Hop Along

Written for Auctober Day 31: Sensory Euphoria

Read on AO3

Rogue's ship was full of sweet smelling smoke and the sound of delirious laughter. The bounty hunter himself was half hanging out of his hammock, trying to snatch the blunt from the Master's hands. Sure, they had enough to roll two, but where was the fun in that?

"Hey, gimme that!" he whined, making another grab. The Master flopped backwards onto the floor, holding it as far away from Rogue as it could.

"You'll have to come get it!!" it exclaimed with a laugh.

Instead of obliging with the Master's request, he grabbed it by its ankle and tried to drag it into the hammock.

"Hey!" it tried to pull itself away but unfortunately for it, Rogue is very strong. How it could have forgotten this fact, it didn't know. He can literally pick it up and carry it. It loved to announce its displeasure about that at the top of its lungs while not making the slightest effort to escape his grasp.

Rogue managed to pull it into the hammock and resumed trying to wrestle the blunt from its grasp. The Master squirmed away as far as it could in the confined space of the hammock, taking a long drag of the burning leaves.

When Rogue followed it over, he got a faceful of purple smoke, much to his dismay.

"Hey! Not cool." he coughed, the Master giggling hysterically. Though, this gave Rogue the perfect opening to carefully pluck the blunt from its fingers.

"Aw, you know you love me, darling." it murmured, throwing itself down to lie across Rogue's lap.

Playing coy, Rogue smiled. "Oh, I don't know about that." With his free hand, he began to stroke the Master's hair.

It inhaled sharply, the contact unexpected but pleasant. Golden sparks of warmth skittered under its skin, from its scalp down to its toes. It shoved its face into Rogue's palm, trying to silently beg for more.

Rogue chuckled. "You're like a cat."

The Master frowned, prepared to nitpick Rogue's affirmation as long as it wouldn't lose the euphoric fire in its chest that burned with Rogue's touch.

"I'm more of a rat, I think." it slurred.

"Either way, you're a critter." he paused. "Critter. S'a good word."

The Master buried its face in Rogue's chest, eyes beginning to slip closed. "Yeah, I like it too..."

"Aw, you like being my critter?" Rogue teased, scratching behind the Master's ears like it was a beloved pet dog curled up on top of him rather than a murdererous Time Lord stoned out of its mind on mutated marijuana.

It didn't reply, only whining contentedly. It felt like its skin was glowing, like a regeneration that soothed and comforted instead of scorching it from the inside out and leaving it broken and burnt.

"You're not so scary, you know. You've got the whole intimidating act but you're practically melting from a little attention."

"Shut uuuuup." it sounded petulant.

"Tell me I'm wrong, then."

He smirked at the lack of response. His hand cupped its cheek, thumb brushing over the stubble.

"You're just a sweetheart who needs some love, aren't youuuu?"

The Master, indignant at this treatment, retreated to the other side of the hammock. It curled up there, arms folded and glaring at Rogue. Bereft of Rogue's touch, it felt cold and lost. Its chest ached a little.

Rogue held his hands up in surrender, doing his best to placate the disgruntled Time Lord.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll stop." he leaned over the side of the hammock to extinguish the blunt on a nearby surface. The ship was a mess anyway. He held out an arm to the Master. "Come back?"

It wanted to hesitate. To seem like it didn't need his embrace so desperately. But its head was too full of smoke to pretend anything and it launched itself back into his arms, burrowing in. Its nerve endings lit up and sparked with sensation once more and it couldn't help a giddy laugh.

A kiss was pressed to its forehead and it felt its mind blow a fuse. In the haze of intoxication and joy, it barely managed to pick out Rogue's words.

"I'm still gonna call you critter, though."

It rolled its eyes. "Whatever makes you happy, love-" the sentence finished out with a yawn. Rogue resumed playing with its hair. It went utterly limp, Rogue wringing all the tension from its body.

"Oh, someone's a sleepy critter." he whispered.

The Master was out before it could protest that.

[strangeygirl]

Auctober 2024 day 31 : Sensory euphoria

As a kid, there was a few mundane things I loved doing, like crushing sand or saying certain words because it inexplicably felt good. Now it's more the feeling of cool stone, when the sun hits me just right and softly warms me up, the texture of macarons when you chew it, putting my head on my cat and feeling the vibrations of her purring, all those things that make me feel alive and bring me joy :)

Aaaaaaand finish ! With this, Auctober is over for me ! I think I did good personnaly, it was an enjoyable experience (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

[jstillman98]

DAY 31 - Sensory Euphoria

Big, comfy couch & blanket, safe food & water on standby, engaging with good ol' comfort media... ooh yeah. This is gonna be a great night.

Thank you everyone who took part in AUctober this year. Take care, y'all 💛