Pretty Boy...

[ID Start: A three panel comic. The first panel shows a phone in front of a computer keyboard. The phone has a drawing app open, with a little notification window open on top. The notification says "Artist you follow liked your work!"

The second panel shows a simplistic drawing of a person sitting at a computer, staring at their phone in their hand.

The third panel is the same, but the person's eyebrows are furrowed. The background has "huh" written in all caps behind them. /End ID]

Happens every time.

Trick's halloween costume! Dressing up comes with more opportunities when you can morph into what you want to be.

I DON'T LIKE THIS VACATION.

@pastelpixels suggests: > Inspect the rocks and see what, if anything, lies beyond

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The sand crunches under my feet as I move forward, step by step, over to the rocks up ahead. Three of them sit mostly upright in the sand, in various states of disrepair, and I pause.

That is... an awfully familiar sight, unfortunately-- the positioning, the design, all scream "not a rock". My ear twitches nervously, and I take a step back, uncertain.

My mask breaks me out of my thoughts before they can delve any further.

"NOT A ROCK, DUMBASS," says the notification that pops up, helpful as ever. A startled laugh escapes me, and I wave the popup away. "No," I agree, "I suppose it isn't just a rock."

Fear subsided, I crouch by the tombstone, brushing sand off of the worn smooth surface. Despite the cracks, the stone looks rather undamaged, as if it's never seen a proper storm-- or, more accurately, as if it got stuck in time somewhere down the line.

My fingers linger on the stone for a moment, dread beginning to bubble in the pit of my stomach again, before I grab it by the scruff and throw it into the ocean.

No.

We are not going through this now, I decide. There's no reason to assume this planet is empty-- though the first sight being tombstones is a little unnerving. I refuse to believe there is no life here other than hostiles, not again.

And if it is...? A little voice inside me whispers, and I scowl.

If it is, it simply isn't anymore. I am here, and I refuse to believe it.

I stand, turning sharply, and walk to the stairs, the cool stone and familiar sound of my staff against something solid clearing my head as I scale them.

I stop at the top of the stairs, taking a moment to get my bearings. The large rock (boulder? Mountain? Listen, I'm not an expert on rock terminology here) that looms before me has, luckily, a cave at its base, well lit enough that I could safely assume that there was an opening on the other side somewhere.

There is also, towards the wall near the entrance, a small bundle of candles.

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Suggestions:

> Inspect the candles

> Go back to the tombs Page 3 < Prev // Next > // Tag for scrolling through!

Aaaand we’re back!

So you’re saying you came here...from another world?

I hail from Westshiresfeld. Giveth me thine

Trickth or treath!

Looks like it's a Calico Kitty Pop for you!!

Trick or Treat!!! :D

Might want to eat this one before it starts biting you back...

TRICK OR TREAT

Seems this one has multiple flavors and textures. Careful when peeling the petals, they're fragile!

I'm going to be doing this for a little while! I'll draw some treats based on your blog for the next few hours!

i think we should go trick or treating on tumblr on halloween. going to send asks saying ‘trick or treat’