#expect day 4 soon

[phasroy]

pretend i posted this yesterday because technically it was finished on october third its just that i passed out after finishing it. anyway i missed the first two days of starvetober so i decided to combine the prompts. the cross is on the pinetree pioneer hat lmao

[aether-weather]

manifesting summer rn (it's 18 degrees)

[agena87]

OC connections for Marlies Münch: Crush (past or present)

Marlies currently has a MASSIVE crush on wrestling star, Massima Rialto. And who can blame her, really? I mean: look at her!

[nicktremblaywayfu]

Hey y'all, i didn't expect many people will actually shows their love for the game especially with OCS from my positivity post. I'm sorry I may not able to reply it all, but I wanna say: I saw them all and I love it !! I'll try to at least reblog it. But once again, thank you for showing you guys love for the game 💖💖💖

[smulie]

Well 💩

[raineandsky]

For Old Time's Sake

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

“It’ll take a few days to ease the pain,” Skat says with a light smile. “A few weeks to heal entirely.”

Skat’s home—or so the prince assumes—is nothing like he’s used to. Wooden floors, slatted roof, bed of straw. Is this really how the majority live? How the hell do they do this? As much as the thought of home makes him sick, he does miss his luxurious quilts.

“Thank you,” the prince says not entirely genuinely. If the old knight has a time frame on his recovery, his chances of slipping away unnoticed are slim. Unfairly so. “I appreciate you not trying to sell me or anything.”

Skat laughs, the sound flattened by the dull walls. A laugh like that probably echoed in the walls of the castle, back in the day. “I still have to hold Gvette off yet,” he says brightly. He unrolls a slice of bandage, popping a bottle open from the bedside table. “She’ll warm up to you, though, I’ve no doubt.”

Gvette disappeared into the woods yesterday to wash the prince’s bloodstained clothes. Not voluntarily, mind—Skat had had to ask her to help several times before she begrudgingly grabbed them and made a show of dragging them along the floor on the way out.

The prince tries and fails to hold back a wince as Skat goes about carefully changing the bandage. The clean fabric, cooled by whatever the healing stuff is from that bottle, is what he imagines heaven must feel like. The old knight sighs in relief as he tosses the old bandage into the bin.

“Can’t help but ask, if you don’t mind it,” he starts slowly, “why’d you leave?”

The prince rolls the edge of the blanket between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the way it waves back and forth under his control like the ocean. “Why did you?”

There’s a moment of silence where the prince risks glancing up at Skat. He gives the boy a blank stare, blinking absently, before breaking into another laugh.

“Yeah, a’ight, touché.” He shakes his head, adjusting idly on his little bedside stool. “Don’t think you’d like my answer much, though.”

“I doubt you'd like mine either.”

“Well,” the man says with a grin, “how abouts this—I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours. I assume we’re somewhat in the same boat to both be out here, huh?”

It makes sense. Whyever the old man is out here can’t be too different from the prince, right? They both ran from the throne. Both escaped into the wilderness. Both– well, whether Skat ended up in a bear trap as well is a mystery.

“I’ll admit, your father made some poor choices,” he continues. He snivels shortly, dropping his gaze to the floor by the bed. “I couldn’t find it within myself to support a king I didn’t share beliefs with. They were big differences too—it wasn’t just a disagreement on the colour of the curtains. I couldn’t work knowing that what I did brought about terrible things.”

The king isn’t known for his kindness. His entire family isn’t. The prince knows this the best of anyone.

“That’s me,” Skat says with a deep sigh, like it’s a relief to be off his chest. “Your turn, kid.”

The prince opens his mouth, but words refuse to come out. It feels like he’s confessing some great sin to a priest—too much to the wrong person. Easy information to put in the wrong hands.

“It’s a’ight lad,” the old knight adds after a moment. His voice is soft, gentle. “I won’t tell a soul.”

That feeling, that lingering it’s dangerous to show dissent still rings at the back of the prince’s mind. But the man won’t tell anyone. Of course he won’t. They’re a world away from the dangers of the palace here.

So the prince sucks in a deep breath, steels his nerves, and recounts his story.

(next part)

Taglist: @bushfairy

[smrtnik07]

this is simon in my mind. if you even care

[inkedintothepaper]

Pikmin painting

[jrueships]

guess whos not going in at all this week, actually

[vialdovi]

I . just . killed . the nameless.puppet

[rosylix]

i can’t decide if i want to read the spoiler or not 😭😭😭😭😭 i want to save it butttttttt

it's just a very small snippet (~200 words?) i chose a part with no huge spoilers at all but just kind of gives you an idea of where it's headed i guess? idk. ultimately it's up to you!

[bernese-mountain-dyke]

I love my job and I love the work I do and I hope to get better and learn more as I advance in my career. That being said. I fucking hate this insdustry so much why is being treated like shit the one standard we have across the board, all I’m asking for is a lunch break

[itheume]

i'm still doing art dw about the gap between this thing and the last thing i posted tee hee lmao

[deus-ex-mona]

rip nagisa you’ll get your mv soon™️

[seventh-district]

several days and 15 thousand words later, i am relieved to report that the suffocating urge to Write Something has been sated and no longer has me in a chokehold

[mikaikaika]

Charlie Slimecicle is committing arson and homicide on the qsmp btw if you even care