#cricket-prince

[renas-rp-hub]

"You really like doin' your best to take care of the animals... so I think after you're done feeding everyone, you smell like strawberries and honey n' stuff. Whatever you've made for 'em." ((Not sure if you're still doing this meme but Cricket misses Mom-Shy. :D))

~Describe what you think my muse smells like~ 

“Hehe, thank you Cricket! But sometimes the animals’ food doesn’t smell as nice as strawberries and honey…”.

[eternallycharming]

 @cricket-prince

………….Huh…… He talks.

“…..Ya know…..if my family didn’t make their living off’a the weird and scary, I’d be a little more freaked out that you can talk…..” He sits on one knee and gives his skull a thoughtful scratch. He’s no expert on Pokemon, no way… He’d barely battled at all with his own team…. But talking just seemed like one of those things that….Pokemon….didn’t….do.

But now that Ben had heard it…..it was actually kinda cool.

He opens up his sling to pull out another bag, closed tight by a drawstring. “Want some Pokepuffs? My mom always makes ‘em for my Pokemon when I come out here but she usually makes way more than I need. I got plenty!”

“I ain’t scary! Least not when I don’t need to be. Or wanna be,” he says, huffing, because how dare this kid NOT tell he’s NOT trying to do that right now. 

Of course, the thought or even hint of food can’t help but get Meowth to sing a different tune. The greedy, gluttonous little thing that he is. Immediately he’s all smiles,

“Yeah? Your mom sounds pretty great! I’d love some.”

[snake-eyes-11]

“ just because my voice is cracking a little bit doesn’t mean that you are affecting me. ”

MARKIPLIER’S FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S SERIES sentence starters. || Accepting! || @cricket-prince

Oogie chuckled under his breath, turning slowly to look at Cricket.“Oh, really?” he growled. “You sure it’s not ‘cause you’re gonna cry about it?” There was a smirk that was crawling up his lips like a spider, eyes narrowed in fiendish delight of the child’s misfortune. “Face it, Cricket...you can act the part, but you’ll never be as terrifyin’ as me.”

[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

So do you think Sally ever slips Jack nightshade when he's working too hard for too long and refuses to rest? :D

I love this headcanon! When the Bone Daddy refuses to rest, Sally takes drastic measures to make sure he sleeps. It’s adorable.

Personally, it’s not in my HC - I have this little thing where Jack wants to make sure that things are different when Sally lives with him. Her poisoning the Doc wasn’t healthy and I think Jack would feel very indifferent about it(if he knows). And I doubted Sally would ever consider drugging him for the longest time, though the draft surprised me. I still think it’s a such a big step for her to take that she wouldn’t want to have that advantage over Jack. But that’s just my HC.

[swanwinged-princess]

@cricket-prince cont. x

An empty stomach and a full mind never lent towards sleep. Benjamin wasn’t really surprised by that anymore. Scratchy beds of hay probably didn’t help such a thing either, but again… Nothing new. At least this time it was dry.

Of course, Spider seemed inclined to differ. The scruffy black shepherd pup was stretched out, head across his boy’s chest, snoring right away. Eh……what do you know. You’re a dog, Ben scratched fondly behind his best friend’s fuzzy ears. His hand then went from the yearling pup to the tender bump on his own brunette head. A souvenir from a rather rough day. He’d have to get to the market early. That could provide a bigger window of swiping some food.

He glanced out across their humble home - the dingy loft of a barn, hardly in use anymore and with a leaky roof that could judge the quality of the night’s sleep in seconds flat. Dirty, dusty…..but it was home. And it had one heck of a view from the shutter doors. On nights like these, he could see the palace in the far distance so clearly - unhindered by the mountains and trees about them from so far up.

In fact, as time went by……he thought he’d seen some trace of movement down near the protective wall, but it had been so slight - so minuscule - that he dismissed it to the fog of sleep that fell at long last.

Tutu didn’t get much sleep that night. To be fair, by the time she had departed- or escaped- there wasn’t really much night left, but even so, she spent the remainder of it bundled in her cloak and tucked away in an out-of-the-way corner. Eventually she must have drifted off, though, because when she awoke, the sun was shining- and the town was bustling. 

She jumped to her feet, eyes shining. How wonderful...! 

She had never seen the city like this- or really, much at all. Only the occasional glimpses from carriage windows, or the distant faces and voices of the crowd when she was paraded across the balcony like a doll, or performed her dances for festivals and holidays. Her heart was fluttering wildly. Never once had she seen any of her subjects up close, and now here she was- among them! 

Scrubbing the sleep from her eyes, she dusted off her cloak and skirts, checked her reflection in a nearby puddle to ensure that her wings and hair were well-hidden, and then, with a deep breath, stepped out into the marketplace.

[althoughidontplayfair]

@cricket-prince 

Word travelled as fast as the billowing breeze of the Windy City; roaring in everyone’s ears and stealing breath so that the whispers journied everywhere, even to the most remote back alley. So, naturally, when a small boy came into the possession of Frederick Malone, the most influential man in Chicago, it swept through the city like a hurricane. Straight into the ears of Oliver Bolton.

“What does Malone want with a kid?” He looked up through the overhang of his dark brows, fingers flexing around a crystal cut whisky glass that had long since lost its contents.

“I haven’t the foggiest, Bolton.” The golden arm of James’ glasses shimmered in the low light that shone through the dusty windows, the smoke from a cigarette nestled between his index and middle fingers drifting in white clouds. “Though, I gauge from your expression that you intend to find out.” 

Oliver provided no answer. “A word of caution, Bolton...” Oliver looked up, seeing the severe furrow of James’ brow highlighted in the early morning sunlight. “Malone currently stands at the height of popularity because of this child’s appearance, any brash decisions on the matter will severely damage reputations.”

Oliver stood up, making his way to the front door. “When have I ever made any brash decisions?” he teased, unhooking his coat and fedora from the hat stand and striding out of the front doors before James had the opportunity to answer. 

The plan had been simple. Adopt an innocent orphan off the street and flaunt him everywhere possible to show all of Illinois that Frederick James Malone - Jimmy to his friends - was a compassionate, trustworthy soul. He was fighting a war against Oliver Bolton and the other two-cent bootleggers thinking they knew how to hold influence and power over an entire city. They had no idea what storm they had roused. 

However, what Malone had not accounted for was the heritage of said orphan. He had been tipped off that the child was more special than he had initially anticipated, coming from a wealthy family across the seas. The sole heir to an enormous fortune and, rumour held it, the throne of that country. Of course, the moment Malone had heard of this, he had already begun devising a plan of how he could use the boy as a means of inheriting the fortune and the influence of that country. He would be a King among boys. His greatest ambition recognised.

Seated in one of the booths at his club with the boy at his side, Jimmy turned to him. “So, Ben...how are ya settlin’ in-?” Grey eyes shot up as he caught sight of a familiar fedora among the crowds. Bolton.

[inkblxtrefxrmed]

I just wanted to say thank you

Thank you to the people for the kinds words, and to those that wanted to speak to me. Despite me not wanting to say what just yet.

Anyway, I wanted to thank these people:

@smallestmuses, @multiiplehearts, @doctor-maelstrom, @cricket-prince

I’ve just been having a hard time with everything going on, but it was nice to know there were people there. It really does mean a lot.

[mottospewingmeerkat]

"Excuse me... " Cricket frowns. "I don't think I like the way you've been talking about my master." ((HI. XD Faith from another account. Boy couldn't stand just watching.))

Timon looks up to the child. 

“Who are you talking about kid?” Asked the little meerkat.