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Message Hi! I might've swamped myself with a bit too much work at once, hence the lateness of this back-up. I decided to draw Pike pondering on what they will paint next... I hope that you like it!

From: @metakit

To: @logicalbreak

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Update 3

Starting next Stagbells;

You will have to reply to my send-out message to be counted in as part of the event.

This is different from the message you usually receive with your giftee and their wishlist.

The send-out will happen when sign-ups close, but before the other message.

I will update the schedule to reflect this change.

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This ensures all the people who have signed-up are able to be properly contacted; people who cannot be contacted will not be signed-up.

Please ensure that you fill in your form properly.

I will make a pinned post with resources (a dupe of the rules/FAQ links and a new guide to help people fill in their form!)

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It is your responsibility to message me if something is wrong; if you do not receive a message when you should have; if your form is incorrect and you do not receive a send-out within the time they are being sent, you must message me if you still wish to participate; or you will not be signed up.

There is no punishment / ban attributed for a form that wasn't filled properly, just that you will not be signed as participating that year.

Once I announce that I am sending the giftee messages, however, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to add you in. Early enough, possibly, but the longer you wait, the least likely it is that I can add you into the roster.

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If you feel that there isn't enough time to draw personally, please refrain from participating. I understand things coming up last second and getting overwhelmed.

Unfortunately, if you received a gift without making one, you will be soft banned. If you happen not to receive one and haven't made one; then you are not soft banned. A rarer scenario, but it has happened before.

Remember that extensions can always be asked for, and that I am fairly lenient on them.

There are some exceptions, doubly so in situations where the drawing period was short. Sickness, injury, surgery or very long holiday work hours that kept drawing time to a minimum can be part of the exceptions; though this is a case-by-case basis and not a guarantee.

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As always, I am merely trying to prevent difficult situations that rise up and having to do doubled-up work that I shouldn't have had to do in the first place.

Hopefully, I am not too sick in the upcoming year and will be able to list the sign-ups and everything a lot earlier.

As a side-note; I may attempt running Summer Stagbells this year is all is well.

Thank you for your participation year after year, it is what makes me keep running the event!

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Update 2

As a heads-up for the future; please do not just say "you can contact me through e-mail" and not list an e-mail.

The e-mail you fill the form with is not visible to me; and I cannot do guess work to figure out where I should message you.

Also, I will be putting up a poll soon for the future of stagbells.

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Update

As of right now, three pieces are missing.

Two are being worked on currently (one of which is a back-up that I am personally taking over). One currently MIA, I have yet to get a reply from the person in question.

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From: @pollyannam3

To: @nochromity

Note: "Noch, I have been buzzing since the day I found out I would get to write for you. You are one of my best friends in the world and getting to make this for you has been the highlight of the month for me. I hope you like all of my headcanons and that I did your pairings justice!! I love you so much, my friend! You are so very very dear to me, I can't imagine a better friend! 

You light up my life and always make me feel loved and safe <333"

Link to written work: (Here)

“You should not run so far, you know not how quick we can follow. Other things can be faster, and if you’re foolhardy I can’t guarantee your safety.”

This voice was not heeded, as Quirrel excitedly waved for them to follow. Nailmaster Oro was following, but was being easily outpaced by the pillbug. 

“Oro, my love, my nettle, you need to see this immediately. Small jabs like that can wait!”

He crossed under a natural arch in the Kingdom’s edge, pausing under the shade to let his companion catch up. 

“I say that not for myself.” Oro finally caught up to Quirrel, and they both turned and heard, “HEY DON’T STOP-” 

From the distance, Tiso crossed the expanse, albeit with a staggering limp supported by a simple cane. It helped immensely with his balance, since he was missing an arm now. 

It took him a moment but he finally caught up with his partners, despite the wobbliness.

Oro regarded Tiso with his usual blank look, but said with a concern in his voice, “Really, take up my father on the physical therapy advice.” 

Tiso responded by playfully jabbing Oro with the end of his cane, “I got it!”

“You won’t win this fight. You’re practically out of breath.” “Try me!”

Quirrel grabbed Tiso by the shoulder and Oro by the neck of his cloak, gently pulling their humorous spat apart. “We’re here for a reason, dears.” 

Tiso and Oro huffed, and gave Quirrel their attention. “I found this place while hunting, and thought you both would adore this view for a pleasant outing. I figure after your surgery and your visit with your brothers, you could both use just. A day to sit.” He gestured at both of his dears, who nodded. They were both going through big things. 

Healing from wounds physical and emotional. 

Quirrel waved again, and they followed him through the arch and across the last bit of the path. 

They came across a cavern, extending to what felt like infinity off the edge of the cliff. The buzz of aspids was near, but far enough away to not worry. All they could hear was the chug of Boofly wings. 

“So your plan for us is to sit, do nothing, and watch booflies be brainless?” Tiso gestured his fingers to the view, flabbergasted.

Quirrel sat down, kicking his feet off the edge of the cliff. “It is a wonderful view. You could talk, if you like. You like hearing that voice of yours.”

“...You got me there.” Tiso moved to sit next to Quirrel, Oro following to help him. Without a word, the large bug gently sat Tiso down so his torso wouldn’t be aggravated. 

Tiso looked up at him, a look of silent thanks.

Oro looked down, a look of silent gratitude to be needed. He stood there. For a hot second. 

“Oro, you may sit too, nettle dear.” 

“Oh…Oh, correct.” Oro plopped down, crossing his legs above the cliff instead of risking them below.

They all sat, and the quiet set in. The only noises were the ambience of the bugs below, Tiso stretching and his back cracking, or Quirrel taking the old cracked glasses off of his head to give them a squeaky clean on the cloak Oro had given him. The little squeak, squeak, squeak combined with him putting them back on the top of his head made Tiso ask, “Do you even need those?” 

“Ah, no, they aren’t my prescription, anyways.”

“Then why do you have them…?”

“They belonged to an old dear friend of mine, is all. Passed long ago.”

Tiso hummed, thinking about his shield, hung up at their lovely little home. “That’s nice of you, what of you, big guy?” Tiso looked at Oro, wondering if he related to such a story.

“Do not call me “big guy” or I will go back to calling you “Runt”, Tiso.”

Tiso waved his arm down, “Hey, I’m just playing.”

“Find out if I am.”

Tiso gave Oro a little shove, “Do you have any cool keepsakes or what?”

Oro flicked his hand, making Quirrel chuckle at their antics. Always entertaining, the two of them.

“Not many. None of importance.” Oro put his hands in his lap, fiddling with two of his fingers. Feeling the cracked shell underneath, trying to think if he wanted to share.

“Ah, I see, You revel in being boring at times.” Tiso spoke, so blunt Oro could almost mistake his partner’s voice for his brother’s. 

“Hey-” Quirrel gave him a gentle smack with the back of his palm to Tiso’s shoulder. “Ow-” Tiso said, despite having little to  no feeling on that side of his body. 

Oro put a hand on the side of his head, fiddling with his mask as he thought.  He didn’t know if he wanted to share: but they both shared things like this often. At least knowledge of their existence. 

“I have a moth wing-feather. Old books from my father. Pots that held childhood meals, things like that.”

That made both Quirrel and Tiso pipe up. “What was that?” Quirrel asked, inquisitive but with an air of lightness.

Oro grew confused, “Books from my father?”

“Where’d you get a moth feather???” Tiso blurted, making Oro regret his words. He reached up and pulled down his bandanna, to almost try and cover his eyes. 

“Ah that, a loathsomely boring story, you’ll find it ridiculous and odd. I should not share.”

Tiso, in a tizzy, tried to stand in fiery passion for his answer.

“You can’t not share! You’re telling me our beloved broody spark of a nailmaster got close enough to a moth to get a FEATHER and refuses to tell us how?? Like-”

Quirrel put a hand on Tiso’s shoulder, and pulled him back to sit before he fell in an awkward way for his injuries. “We did not pry for your precious story. We will not pry for Oro’s. Is that alright, my nettle?”

Oro nodded, and Tiso could only pout and attempt to cross his arms by just wrapping the one around his body, tucking his hand under his small stump.

“Let us set our own pace, and be calm with one another. The last thing we need is an argument and for one of you to get thrown off this edge to the spikes below.” Quirrel ran his hand over his headscarf and adjusted it, giving both of them a look, “If you cause that fight, I will not leap to the rescue and injure my back.” Quirrel scolded, mostly Tiso, who just coughed and mumbled under his breath about just being curious. They went back to a slightly tense silence. 

Oro closed his eyes and went into his thoughts. Quirrel pulled up a leg and let out a small sigh of relief. 

Tiso rubbed his residual arm, and looked at the booflies.

He wished they could just go catch one, eat, and then go home to amend the awkwardness. 

The gusts of wind from the Fool’s falling grave was getting a bit cold. If there was anything he hated more than his partners being upset, it was the cold with his injuries. 

It made the ant begin to shiver, the naturally coldest of the three of them. He then felt a heavy warmth come over him, and saw Oro quietly putting half of his cloak around Tiso. 

Tiso looked up at him, and gave him a small smile. Oro just kept looking down, as if what he was doing was unconscious. Quirrel saw them move into a small cuddle, and scooted closer to join. It was calming, the protection against the winds on top of the buzzing below.

It felt…safe. They should all just sit, and be safe, despite their quarrel. 

The thrill of sparring and hunting was top tier in Tiso’s heart, but he could see it in Oro and Quirrel’s postures. This was better.

Oro felt Tiso melt closer to him, and in turn Quirrel pressed more into Tiso. A line of falling into comfort. A comfort that he has no idea how he could get used to it like this. Not again, at least. 

Not since he was young.

Not since…

Since he was…

…Safe.

He held onto Quirrel with one hand, and adjusted Tiso’s poor posture with the other, moving to fully shield them. He bent his head close to Tiso, and whispered.

“The feather was from an old friend.”

Tiso looked up at him with wide eyes, but a claw booped him gently. “Shh.” Oro said, gesturing to Quirrel who was, hilariously, already dozing in the warmth.

“Oh…” Tiso adjusted himself, and let Quirrel settle down into his lap as Oro held the two of them close.

The quiet turned back to comfortable, as the chug of boofly wings and the buzz of bees lulled it into being. 

Oro looked over his partners, and reveled in that. 

He knew where that feather was, a keepsake of the past. 

Of a Past love. A love that was so short lived but so dear. He hoped to keep blue headscarfs and canes that fold into nails away from the keepsakes. He wanted them to keep where they were for now.

He wanted them both there. In his arms, despite any grumbling or huffing that usually comes with cuddles, he loved every moment of it.

He wonders how he earned it, as Tiso dozes too. He keeps him upright for his poor back.

The isolated nailmaster, sitting on the edge of the world. 

The crushed gladiator, sleeping on the edge of the world.

The retired scholar, resting on the edge of the world.

To ever find warmth, and comfort, and love, and light, and everything in between.

Sticking together, no matter how hard life throws them down, they’ll never be thrown away.

They would grow beyond the edge, and break the boundaries. One precious moment at a time. 

After, a short nap, of course. As they doze, bees and booflies circling curiously about, they know it can't be long before they’re bothered. 

It’s no mind.

The edge of the world’s change would wait for them.

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From: @hawaiianbabidoll

To: @reveks

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From: @tin-pin-artist

To: @alaskaartz

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Message I had a bit of difficulty being able to get this done over the past month, but I finally got it done! I hope you like it!

From: @chillisreal

To: @machine-finch

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Message Howdy, happy holidays! I love your designs for Hollow and the Pale King but wanted to try my hand at Flower's human design! I want good things for them so I drew them with Lummis and Petunia :)

From: @chrysopeony

To: @dairyfreenugget

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Message Quirrel: "Are you sure it's a good idea to keep fighting int the colosseum...?" Tiso: "I'm so close, Quirrel, I swear. I'LL SHOW THEM ALL WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF!" Hi mineopal! When I read your request for wholesome Quirrel and Tiso, I knew I wanted to draw that. Quirrel is my favourite character, and while I don't ship him with Tiso I know they would have a very fun dynamic! Quirrel is calm, soothing, meditative, optimistic, while Tiso is reckless, ambitious and self-confident. It took me some time to figure out what scene exactly I wanted to draw, but when I came up with this, it immediately clicked! I wished I had more time to dedicate to the drawing and at least color it, but unfortunately my job is killing me this year. Still, I'm happy how it turned out, hope it makes you smile and gives you some warm, fuzzy feeling you can bring with you in the next days! Happy holidays - patmax17

From: @patmax17

To: @mineourple

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Message First time ever drawing God Tamer! Have a good new years!

From: @reveks

To: @real-live-human

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Message Hello and happy Stagbells! I spent far too long on this, haha, but it was fun! I put a little story into this scene- Cloth and Quirrel were talking while Quirrel prepared some winter beverages, then Tiso came in to drape himself over the couch (and Cloth) and rant about his day, only to be interrupted with a forehead kiss.

I hope it's to your liking!

From: @nochromity

To: @7lemon-lord7

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Message The Archive is one of my favorite locations in the game and it was a really neat challenge to draw too! Hope you enjoy, and have a good new year!

From: @waggisbag

To: @chrysopeony

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Message "Happy New Year! I wanted to draw these two hanging out since their designs were so cute. I hope I did them justice!"

From: @hallasammal

To: @spiderscribs

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Message "What's more fitting for the season than fighting in the Colosseum of Fools?

I very much enjoyed drawing your Mossy Fool and I hope I did him justice. I hope you're having a good holiday and a happy new year!"

From: @betterthannothingatall

To: @flame-shadow

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Message Merry holidays and jubilant new years! :D Your average gay encounter: There's a mantis guy above them looking extremely confused but the two can't see 'em cus there's a cliff in the way, fortunately enough-) 

Happy chrysalmist friend!!! Or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or Winter Solstice or the coming of the Giant Flying Spaghetti Monster or New years or all 6! Or none of them, it's up to you. But regardless, have a nice day:>

From: @7lemon-lord7

To: @meat-pvppet