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The Diner

While out in the woods, it starts to rain. Through the trees, you see neon flickering. Desperate to get out of the downpour, and with the promise of a cup of coffee, you run towards the light.

The bell jingles, off-key, into the silence. You approach the counter to see the menu board has been scratched through. How strange, you think, they only seem to sell Spooky Pie...

Built for the Autumn '22 prompt, "Spooky pie". Inspired by this diner post, this x-files post, and a story I now ofc can't find.

Mods used: Foodie's Furniture, General Store, WW Furnishing.

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The Quagmutt

"Its unhygienic lifestyle leaves much to be desired."

Made for the Autumn '22 prompt, "Quagmutt". Since the Capticoat moodboard went down so well, I figured I'd be lazy make one for the Quagmutt too.

Photo credits:

Leaf swamp by @/melodytemple from unsplash.com

Iguana by @/pradipdalai02 from unsplash.com

Frog by @/jacc from unsplash.com

Tree swamp by @/cumaesibyl from unsplash.com

[dru-plays-starbound]

Probably an unnecessary ask but do you care if people do older prompts as well? Some of the older ones look neat.

Hi Mous,

Not at all - crack on with whichever you fancy!

When I started doing the seasonal prompts, I did have in mind that they'd make a fun mini-event for each quarter, because that was something I'd seen work in other fandoms. But now I'm a bit more wise to how smol and time-poor we are as a community I know that won't work.

So yeah, have at, go do whichever past prompts you fancy. As always, I'm looking forward to anything created 😁️

[dru-plays-starbound]

Starbound Autumn Prompt List 2022

Agaran

Hot drink

Harvest festival

Boneboo

Falling leaves

Quagmutt

Candle

Fading light

(Giant) Mushroom

Spooky pie

This isn't an event as such, as there's no time limit, just a list of Autumn/Fall-themed prompts you can use to build, draw, write, or create something Starbound-related as you fancy.

If you make something and post it, you can use the tag #sba22 or #StarboundPrompts22.

Or feel free to tag me directly because I love seeing what y'all come up with.

Happy Starbounding 🌠

Edit 02 Sep 2022: Updated post and image alt text. "Agran" should be "Agaran". Edit 05 Sep 2022: Updated image, replaced "Agran" with "Agaran". Apologies for the typo.

[dru-plays-starbound]

The 'Shroom Witch

CW: Implied drug taking Words: 785

"They tell me you're the only one who might help," I say as the door is opened. I've slogged through mud and jumped tussocks, braved rotting jetties, to see this person. The agaran witch stares at me impassively as I huddle on the doorstep, coat pulled against the driving rain. I feel like I've entered a test of wills. Stubbornly, I stand, ignoring the drop of murky swamp rain trailing down my face. It plops off my chin, splatting on the jetty. The witch grunts and steps back to let me in.

I stand, soaking the creaking planks of the vestibule, and a hand is waved at the table. Two steaming cups already sit on the blackened surface. "Nab, nab!" the witch says. I take that to mean I should sit. The chair settles with an alarming noise as I ease my weight onto it. The witch sits opposite and lifts their cup but doesn't yet drink. "Hoom, squishfish," they say. I take up my cup. The liquor in it is a peculiar shade of purple, like coral too far from the surface. The witch gestures I should drink. I raise it to my lips and sniff; it smells of over-ripe berries and old blood. Sensing my reluctance, the witch reaches across and tilts my hand so I'm forced to drink or spill the liquid over myself. Bitter warmth flushes through me. Fermented boneboo must be an acquired taste…

"Nab! Mesti hab carpa, squishfish," the witch says and stands. I follow through a close corridor, separated by two damp curtains, and into a darkened room at the back of the mycelium house. "Nab, nab!" The witch sits at a table, the dark wood unfinished and covered with a burgundy cloth. On its surface is a small metal dish, tarnished and dark. The witch watches me until I take the other seat. "Hoom, hoom. Halhoom!" A light springs forth in the darkness. Sickly green, like a ball of marsh gas, it spreads along the mycelium walls. The witch's mushroom cap turns a toxic yellow, and their face is a shadowed, spectral mask. Unease stirs in my gut. The walls seem to waver and spin. "Hoom! Toi lmose, squishfish," the witch says, drawing my attention to the green ball of light floating about its tarnished dish. "Toi lmose." Words tumble out of me at the witch's command. "I need insight. I am to fight a beast which destroyed a planet. A planet which contained my friends, my purpose of being. This being is ancient and terrible and has been locked away for millennia. A more powerful being than me put it there. If they couldn't destroy it-" My voice wavers and fails. "Hab." The witch nods. A dirty white glove pats my hand. "Lli yuca, squishfish. Hab?" The witch tilts their head back, hands placed around the bobbing light. "Halb! Halb! Vay toloclbo, rtori! Toi seemo, seemo!" A tremor runs through the house, the mycelium shivering as if a great wind has struck it. "Lmose, vay toloclbo. Rtori squishfish nab!" The witch's head snaps back. They stare at me, eyes burning with sickly green light. Their mouth moves. A voice, like a crashing wave, speaks. "Chop onrsi! Smashroom onrsi! Nab oaken smashroom cantaloupe!" I can hardly breathe. The presence of this being has chased the air from the room. I feel crushed beneath the weight of a million gallons of ocean. "Squishfish cantara?" The air comes rushing back, purest salt-breeze. I nod – I do understand. I am filled with clarity of vision; with vim, and purpose. "Halhoom!"

The witch crumples. Their hands fall away, and the bobbing light falls back into the tarnished dish and vanishes. I rush to their side. "Auert," they croak. I don't know the word, but yet understanding still lingers. I dash back through the curtain and up to the next level. The mycelium is soft and giving underfoot as I move to the apothecary table and snatch up a bottle.

Back downstairs, the witch takes a grateful glug. When they appear cognizant again, I take their hand. "Thank you for this gift. I understand now how to defeat the Ruin. How can I repay you?" The witch laughs. "Halb! Icub nheei. Smashroom onrsi nab cantaloupe." The witch pats my hand. With effort, they stand and shoo me towards another door at the back of the room.

Outside the rain has stopped and the sun is rising. Mist seeps from every cranny. I'm ushered out of the house. "Thank you again." The witch gives a satisfied nod. "Vay toloclbo mesti, squishfish." With the witch's blessing ringing in my ears, I teleport back to my ship, finally prepared to end the Ruin forever.

Build & written for the SB Autumn Prompts: Agaran, Giant Mushroom, and Boneboo.

Mods used: Prop Pack, Casa Obscura Furniture, WW Furnishing, Immersive Props, Galactic Dungeons, Foodie's Furniture.

[dru-plays-starbound]

Made for the Autumn Starbound Prompt: "Hot Drink"

I'm hilarious.

[dru-plays-starbound]

Den Gulerød Lagune

«Translated from an advertising pamphlet written in Frögg»

Every adventurer needs to take a break, lest they be broken. And what better way for the adventurous sort to relax than by the power of lava!

During your visit, we invite you to recline in the lagoon's healing waters, heated to a beautiful temperature by the lava below. The alluvial mud does wonders for your skin, and the nourishing and softening effects are particularly effective for creatures with porous skin types.

After a relaxing dip, we invite you to take advantage of our spa and have all those battle-knots eased out by our certified masseuses. What could be better after all that than to partake in a healthy snack and have a well-deserved nap in our 5-star hotel.

We look forward to your visit!

Built for the Starbound Autumn prompt "hot drink", and the Summer prompt "resort".

Mods used: Foodie's Furniture, WW Furnishing, Prop Pack, nuggubs' Mega Mod, Pixel/ Fixel Goods Store, Frogg Furnishing Plus.

[dru-plays-starbound]

Abbey of Red Walls

Built for the SB Autumn Prompt "Harvest Festival"

This one got a little away from me ^.^; It was just supposed to be a feasting hall, and then I was inspired by the memory of Redwall Abbey, and. Well... XD

Mods used: Immersive Props, Prop Pack, Cozy Furniture Pack, Racial Kitchen Counter, Foodie's Furniture, General Store, WW Furnishing, Galactic Dungeons, Nostalgic Greenery

[dru-plays-starbound]

The Fading Light

"They call it the Temple of the Fading Light," my guide told me. With the way he kept glancing at the obsidian cliff, rising from the other side of the Temple, I got the impression he wasn't keen on being out here. But pixels wield power, and I'd paid a hefty sum to be brought to the temple. "Why do they call it that?" asked I. He said, "Because this is where the light dies. Beyond that escarpment," he indicated the cliff, the one to which his eyes flicked every other second, "there is nothing but midnight. And in that darkness, green-eyed daemons!" I felt my eyebrows raise, unable to halt their incredulous climb. "Daemons. Really?" "Yes." It was whispered, as if the daemons my guide spoke of might hear and be summoned. "Do they have a name?" asked I, pulling my journal out. But if they did, my guide was tight-lipped about it. Instead, I tried a different tact. "There are a lot of candles here." "Yes'm. Twenty-five. An auspicious number." "And they are to…?" "Ah…" He scuffed his feet in the mix of ash and dry dirt. "Well, they're to keep the daemons away. They don't like bright lights." I began to jot my thoughts down but stopped. "There's no caretaker here." I waved my stylus expansively. "Who keeps them lit?" "They're magic. Every year a procession of matrons comes down to relight them. Right on the Autumn Equinox, as the days darken to the second stage. They burn the whole year through. It's almost time for them to be relit – you can see." I frowned. Magic candles? I indicated one with my stylus. "May I-?" He nodded, and I went to investigate. They appeared to be quite normal; white wax burned low in a bronze chamberstick, with a real flame (as I found to a charred fin). Perhaps, I wondered, they were of some long-burning wax. But my guide became agitated when I attempted to take a sample, so that will be a mystery never solved. "Can you tell me more about the daemons?" I asked instead, but my guide shook his head, lips sealed and unhappy. "Perhaps one of your matrons-?" He lightened at the implication we would leave this place of dancing shade and ominous brick, and we made our way back to his home.

Back in the rusty iron tower they called home, with the wind speaking hauntingly through the barred windows, and clustered around a flickering television, the matron told me about the daemons. "They're black, dark as any oil," she said. "And carry behind them a plume of evil. In the midnight of their territory, they're terrible to spot. For first, what little sight you have and what little light you may carry is snuffed out in that cloud of darkness which surrounds them. Next – you will only know if by a daemon your sight has been stricken, from the piercing green eyes that meet yours. There'll be no sound, only a wisping and rattle of dry air. And at that point, turn and run you should." I, enraptured, said, "What should happen if I didn't?" The matron leaned close to me, and thus I to her, and in a croaking whisper said, "You shall become one of them." A shiver traced down my spine, as surely as if a sliver of ice had been dropped there. I swallowed my worries, for I had to know: "The daemons – do they have a name?" She pursed her lips and lowered her voice further still. "Shadows"

Built/ written for the Starbound Autumn prompts "Candle" and "Fading Light"

[dru-plays-starbound]

Reminder Reblog!

Starbound Autumn Prompt List 2022

Agaran

Hot drink

Harvest festival

Boneboo

Falling leaves

Quagmutt

Candle

Fading light

(Giant) Mushroom

Spooky pie

This isn't an event as such, as there's no time limit, just a list of Autumn/Fall-themed prompts you can use to build, draw, write, or create something Starbound-related as you fancy.

If you make something and post it, you can use the tag #sba22 or #StarboundPrompts22.

Or feel free to tag me directly because I love seeing what y'all come up with.

Happy Starbounding 🌠

Edit 02 Sep 2022: Updated post and image alt text. "Agran" should be "Agaran". Edit 05 Sep 2022: Updated image, replaced "Agran" with "Agaran". Apologies for the typo.

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The Fading Light

"They call it the Temple of the Fading Light," my guide told me. With the way he kept glancing at the obsidian cliff, rising from the other side of the Temple, I got the impression he wasn't keen on being out here. But pixels wield power, and I'd paid a hefty sum to be brought to the temple. "Why do they call it that?" asked I. He said, "Because this is where the light dies. Beyond that escarpment," he indicated the cliff, the one to which his eyes flicked every other second, "there is nothing but midnight. And in that darkness, green-eyed daemons!" I felt my eyebrows raise, unable to halt their incredulous climb. "Daemons. Really?" "Yes." It was whispered, as if the daemons my guide spoke of might hear and be summoned. "Do they have a name?" asked I, pulling my journal out. But if they did, my guide was tight-lipped about it. Instead, I tried a different tact. "There are a lot of candles here." "Yes'm. Twenty-five. An auspicious number." "And they are to…?" "Ah…" He scuffed his feet in the mix of ash and dry dirt. "Well, they're to keep the daemons away. They don't like bright lights." I began to jot my thoughts down but stopped. "There's no caretaker here." I waved my stylus expansively. "Who keeps them lit?" "They're magic. Every year a procession of matrons comes down to relight them. Right on the Autumn Equinox, as the days darken to the second stage. They burn the whole year through. It's almost time for them to be relit – you can see." I frowned. Magic candles? I indicated one with my stylus. "May I-?" He nodded, and I went to investigate. They appeared to be quite normal; white wax burned low in a bronze chamberstick, with a real flame (as I found to a charred fin). Perhaps, I wondered, they were of some long-burning wax. But my guide became agitated when I attempted to take a sample, so that will be a mystery never solved. "Can you tell me more about the daemons?" I asked instead, but my guide shook his head, lips sealed and unhappy. "Perhaps one of your matrons-?" He lightened at the implication we would leave this place of dancing shade and ominous brick, and we made our way back to his home.

Back in the rusty iron tower they called home, with the wind speaking hauntingly through the barred windows, and clustered around a flickering television, the matron told me about the daemons. "They're black, dark as any oil," she said. "And carry behind them a plume of evil. In the midnight of their territory, they're terrible to spot. For first, what little sight you have and what little light you may carry is snuffed out in that cloud of darkness which surrounds them. Next – you will only know if by a daemon your sight has been stricken, from the piercing green eyes that meet yours. There'll be no sound, only a wisping and rattle of dry air. And at that point, turn and run you should." I, enraptured, said, "What should happen if I didn't?" The matron leaned close to me, and thus I to her, and in a croaking whisper said, "You shall become one of them." A shiver traced down my spine, as surely as if a sliver of ice had been dropped there. I swallowed my worries, for I had to know: "The daemons – do they have a name?" She pursed her lips and lowered her voice further still. "Shadows"

Built/ written for the Starbound Autumn prompts "Candle" and "Fading Light"