Tiers with an explosive spear
wonder how he got it
Sorry your boyfriend died and came back and died and came back and died and came back and died and came back again. He was trying to find you.
Sorrowbug au created by @narusparable
Coloured version under the cut
You're walking down the liminal void of the Paraverse. It's,, pleasant. At best. Not much, but it's certainly there for you to endure and somewhat enjoy.
As you walk, though, you happen to come across something on the ground. Rolling over and tapping against your shoe with a clink, stopping by your feet.
It seems to be a tube of some sorts,,, a scroll, maybe?
It seems like it.
Curiosity gets the better of you. You kneel down and take it into your hands, looking it over -- then opening it up. Before you, you see the following.
" Attention members of the Paraverse! You are all cordially invited to The Moon's Tea Party this upcoming Fall at Hook, Line n' Adventure™️ Grove. There will be food, drinks, and desserts provided free of charge. There is a cottagecore-esq theme to the event if you would wish to match the venue, however there is no strict dress code required. Gifts for the host are optional but appreciated for those who would like to bring one. " " Please reply to this message as soon as possible if you wish to attend this event. All are welcome to join the illustrious Moon on this joyous occasion! "
Three little stars - located near the bottom of the sheet - begin to glow once you've read everything over. A moment or so passes and they beam up what seems to be some sort of holographic-esq image.
You believe it to be the venue.
Now. This certainly seems exciting~
But here comes the question at hand.
Do you accept?
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SO YES!! HI, HELLO THERE!!! GOOD MORNING, EVENING OR NIGHT, WHEREVER OR WHOEVER YOU ARE!!
I've actually been planning this little event for a while~ and it'a FINALLY HERE !! Some people on Discord have been waiting a good while for me to get it DONE too. HehHAH!! So, if you couldn't tell, this is SUPPOSED to be one of those Reblog Chain Events. And I'm hoping, to whoever wishes to participate, you ALL have fun with it!!
There's no real rules, just simply reblog THIS POST with your goober ( OR gooberS, if you have multiple ) dressed up in some sweet cottage-core-esq outfit. Bring whoever you like and whatever you like, it's all about having a wonderful time really~
Anyway, have a MAAAGNIFICENT rest of your evening~ Mx Marlowe will be delighted to see you there~
reblog if you let people spam boop you
Hunted being scary, silly-
-and soft.
If you ever feel like you don't contribute to fandom because you "only" comment—
A regular serial commenter just joined a fandom Discord server I'm on and people are coming out of the woodwork to thank her for her service to the fandom, expressing how much joy her comments on their works bring them.
Remember—they're never only comments.
. . .
The world is dark for a minute or two. You can't see. What happened? Did you pass out? Were you blind?
But wait! Light? Your expression scrunches up as your eyes open to a squint, your hand raising to shield your poor eyes from the sudden attack.
From what your adjusting pupils can see, there's two men in front of you, both looking towards you with warm smiles. They hold their hands out, patiently waiting for you to gain your bearings and get up off the ground.
"Ah, Sleeping Beauty finally arises from their slumber, I see." The smaller, greyer man chortles as you take the man's hand and bring yourself to your feet. "Come come, dear. We must get you dressed. I assume nobody told you of the dress code, hm?" He links your arm with his and begins to stride in a direction you had not processed until now.
You finally take note of your surroundings. It appears that you have spawned into some... mansion or castle! The halls are glorious, each pillar and decoration meticulously crafted to perfection. The people inside- oh, They're just as fabulous as the hall itself. Each of them different and unique, yet holding similar qualities to one another... almost as if every person in that room was some... version... of the same people!
The two men, the brunette having yet to speak like the grey one prattling on, led you towards a room. "I assume you arrived in quite the rush! One as fashionably late as yourself mustn't have had the proper time to get ready," The smaller man continues, his mind never seeming to run out of topics to speak about. He and the taller man gently push you into a bedroom of sorts, an assortment of outfits splayed out on the bed itself.
You're not sure where you are, but you have a feeling you're going to have a good time tonight.
Hello there! You are cordially invited to The Stanley Para-Ball! It's my first attempt at trying a chain! I'm hoping it picks off the ground a little bit.
Come on down in your best masquerade outfits, the crazier the better, bring your Narrators and your Stanleys and let's all have a blast!
[AKA: I watched Labyrinth again and it's not leaving my mind]
The only rule is No Normal Clothes!! Your Stanleys and Narrators MUST MUST MUST be dressed in their most formal attire!
Have fun!
As you can tell my outfits are very Labyrinth inspired
I PROMISE THIS IS A JOKE AGHJGFDGSHJDHS it's 4am I'm so tired
what artists dont tell you is that every compliment is actually 100 compliments because they'll go back to re-read it 100 times and it'll make them feel fuzzy all over again every single time