#blue moon ball writing

[wizblr-blue-moon-ball]

You find a letter addressed to you...

The envelope is a pale, moonstone white with gold filligree. It is sealed with a wax seal, the engravings from the stamp showing an intricate magical spell used to ensure the letter was delivered to you.

If you are with a friend who also recieves a letter, you notice that each seal was customized to specifically reach you and you alone.

The paper inside a fine parchment with an invitation written in deep blue ink....

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Hello Magical Friend~☆

You are cordially invited to the Blue Moon Ball, the first of its kind hosted on Wizard Island (Island).

It will be a week-long celebration of the magical and arcane with old and new friends; if you happen to receive this letter, you are one of many esteemed guests we would like to host at our establishment.

Should you decide to attend, please sign the RSVP card added within this envelope and send it back using your preferred method of mailing.

The ball will be held in the fourth week of May, the Nineteenth through the Twenty-Fifth (May 19-25). We hope to see you there!

Signed...

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Welcome everyone to the official announcement post of the Blue Moon Ball! Wizardblr's (maybe?) first community-wide event. Hosted by yours truly @the-necrobotanist! I'm happy to see you here!

The event will take place over the course of seven days, where participants will make posts relating to a series of themes throughout the entire week.

The event will take place on the week of the 19-25, mark your calendars!

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RULES

Please be polite and kind to other participants

No AI generation in any and all submissions

Do not reveal any personal info

No NSFW

(This is everything for now. Please do not make me extend this rule list)

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There are four categories for people to partake in for the prompts: Art, Writing, Roleplay, and Photography. I'll explain a bit more in detail about them below.. .

ART [#Blue Moon Ball Art]

Draw your character according to the prompts, and perhaps other people's characters!

Use of picrews/heroforge is allowed as long as you credit where you made the image from

Use of AI to make art is strictly prohibited and will not be included in the event.

No NSFW

WRITING [#Blue Moon Ball Writing]

Write a story, drabble, or fic of your character!

There is no base word count or word limit, do whatever you wish!

Poems and the like are totally welcome and allowed!

No AI generated writing is allowed.

No NSFW

ROLEPLAY [#Blue Moon Ball Roleplay]

Roleplay at the event! I'll make a few starters for people to post and add to :)

Keep everything SFW, and if a RP situation makes you uncomfortable please remember that it is okay to back out

No NSFW

PHOTOGRAPHY [#Blue Moon Ball Photogtaphy]

Take a photo! Whether it be an outfit, food, or a pet!

No revealing personal information. This includes your face, address, full name, etc. Please practice internet safety.

No NSFW

The official prompt list will not be revealed until 3 days before the event! There will however be a prologue prompt!

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Prologue Prompt

Your prompt for before the event is.....

DRESS YOUR BEST~☆

Gather your fabric and get your sewing kits ready, your first prompt is to design and create your character’s outfit for the ball!

Create an outfit and post it to tumblr, whether through art, writing, or whatever you wish! Make sure to use the tag #BMB Outfit so people can see your work, and feel free to mention me so I can reblog!

All outfits submitted (unless noted otherwise in the post) will be added to a poll for a "Best Dressed" poll that will he hosted after the main event is over, consider it an afterparty of sorts.

All rules above apply to this post, I hope you all enjoy!!

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ALSO JOIN THE DISCORD!!!

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That's everything for now! I'm so excited to be hosting this, and I'm so, so happy and grateful for the huge amount of people interested. I cannot wait to see what you make!!

Enjoy the ball, Magical Friends~☆ !!

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Pinglist Set A

@scuttling-comfuddlement @the-gnomest-bastard @kobold-sanctuary-buss-island @satyrs-apothecary @irving-the-pirate-wizard @morbingtime @justagingerwithredhair @chaos-familiar @these-detestable-hands @regina-the-sorceress @combustion-witch @yourlocalbreadenthusiast @selldemapplez @agentldiddy @fractalkitty @wizard-island-trading-co @good-wizard @the-illegal-wizard-council @ash-the-tiefling @mysticminion @blobbiedaykeeppcaway @life-is-okay-rn2 @skyethebisexualwolfwizard @thequeerwizardcouncil @dread-the-eldritch-wizard @profeshinul-wizurd @a-squirrel-wizard @the-mighty-dalob @amateur-wizard @chaos-wizard-nyehehe @bertskullhaver @transgender-wizard @flowers-the-sun-witch @the-silliest-sorcerer @wizard-ghost @a-goose-in-a-trenchcoat @flirtyambiguouswizard @paltering-peculiarity @parkyrtheelvishbard @ceeceelemons

[hyper-lynx]

Two Cats Attend the Blue Moon Ball

Chapter 1: Dusk

Featuring @wizblr-blue-moon-ball's Lurien and @flowers-the-sun-witch, along with Hemi and Liam of course. This is the first chapter of probably several that I will make for some of the prompts. Character appearances will vary and can be removed on request!

A calm wind blew over Wizard Island Island’s coastal region, bringing a mild warmth over the old stones and dozens of pointy-hatted towers dotting the landscape. The sky was overcast, but it was clear despite this that the sun was near the horizon. The shimmering line of the ocean adorned the horizon. Along a path of well-trodden cobbles, the air bent and tore, until, with a burst of chromatic power, two felines landed onto the earth. Hemi, wreathed in the gentle fabric of his deep indigo dress, felt the lukewarm air suddenly about his legs until the dress behaved itself. The emblem of the moon was dim in the low light, but still plainly visible. Shortly behind him, Liam practically flowed out of the rift. His gown had the general design of the lunar hibiscus -- pink and, in Hemi’s opinion, somewhat bulbous, but still quite elegant. He held the corners of the dress in a way that suggested he had experience landing from a dimensional vortex in such attire. Once both cats exited the distortion, reality was quick to mend itself.

“Aha, we’re-- um.” Hemi looked around, then let his head tilt. “Where’s--”

They stood at the long-forgotten gates to a property that was seemingly completely absent. There was not a trace of any building -- in its place, an immense crater marred the landscape. The only thing that remained was a tarnished silver archway and a few mana crystals that poked out from the ground at the edges of the place.

Liam gasped. “Did something--?”

“Impossible. If something this big was -- gone, I’d have heard about it. Besides, that gate… must have been abandoned for a hundred years.” Hemi closed his eyes and tried to visualize the route on the invitation he’d been given, but he was certain it led to this general area, and there shouldn’t be any other large estate in the vicinity. Were all his days of anticipation really --

“Oh--! Hemi, look!”

Hemi opened his eyes to the sight of what looked like an angelic being descending through the clouds. He plummeted rapidly and then came to a sudden stop in the air just beyond the gate, not displacing any air or showing any discomfort in the process. An elf with radiant wings, blue into yellow, clothed in shining white silks. Despite his short stature, the elf had a golden power behind his eyes that commanded respect. The emblem of the Blue Moon shone in iridescent stone, adorning his crown.

“Greetings! Hyperlynx Hemi, I presume?” The elf spoke with a quiet tone that nonetheless carried through the emptiness. “I see you’ve found our ‘back entrance’.”

“Oh--! Um, hello, sir--?” Hemi stammered in response as both cats approached the gate.

“Lurien is fine. In any case, I’ve arranged transport for you and your partner. Please proceed through the gate.”

Hemi tilted his head to the opposite side and gazed into the spiky, terrifying chasm just beyond the rusted passage. “Um-- I ah, don’t have any flight spell active…” He glanced at Liam, who shook his head silently.

“That’s fine, sir. I assure you there are accommodations for all creatures at the Blue Moon Ball.” He looked down at some kind of brass handheld timekeeping device. “Although, I would insist you move swiftly. The event will be starting momentarily.”

Hemi huffed softly and looked to Liam, who took the lead. Liam gathered his gown about his feet and cautiously stepped through the gate. He half expected the world to suddenly burst into light and color around him, but no such thing happened. Instead, his foot met with a soft resistance, an invisible surface. It felt a bit like walking across a mattress. Seeing the leopard defy gravity, Hemi followed suit.

“Impressive spell, but where is--” Hemi was cut off when the platform was suddenly thrust skyward. The earth fell away, and waves of amber light emanated from the invisible surface above them as it blocked the wind. Lucien cracked a soft smile -- the emblem across his chest shimmered softly as the three beings were brought up. Even the clouds broke around the barrier above them, until--!

The sun, from its place ever-lower on the horizon, lavished golden light across a wondrous skyscape. A great layer of clouds the size of mountains formed the base, speckled with tiny sections of floating stone -- likely pieces of distant floating islands that came in the wind across the sea. Beyond the shelf of clouds, the light glinted on the water. Above it all, though, a grand estate was situated. The main island consisted of an immense floating mansion. In a way, it was almost more like a town  -- the lower section was something of a hull, with docking ports for flying ships and tiered gardens protruding from openings in its sides. Atop, the mansion sprawled across a massive expanse of once-natural earth, with what must have been hundreds of rooms and halls. Near the center, the peak of a wizard’s tower wis visible, adorned with the same lunar emblem.

Lucien watched the two cats take it all in as he platform moved in a grand circuit through the air above the venue. “Sunset really is wonderful at this altitude, isn’t it?” He noted. The light cast off everything, and the shadow of the floating manor lengthened forever across the clouds. Hemi took a moment to glance down at Liam, whose eyes were literally wide with wonder. 

Their dutiful invisible chariot let them down in the plaza just before the main gates. It seemed nearly everyone else was already somewhere inside, since this courtyard was otherwise occupied only by a trio of gnomes who seemed to pay the cat-men no mind. Lucien directed their attention to a statue of a human woman, depicted 20 feet tall in marble stricken with veins of some shimmering blue mineral. Water flowed from small slots below the woman’s feet into small channels that fed this section of the gardens.

“This is the original owner of the manor, Mistress Areth Lunacai. It’s said she discovered the arcane properties of lunar sapphire, and therefore mastered the art of permanent levitation. In her time, her genius was not recognized, so she wrested her family’s estate into the skies, where it still remains.”

“Wow…” Liam looked up at her. Hemi, however, was already distracted by looking at the venue itself. As the light of dusk began to fade, Hemi crossed his arms over his chest.

“Lucien, sir?” He interjected. “Are we late for-- anything?”

Lucien raised an eyebrow. “You accuse me of being late to my own ball?”

“Um--! Well, no, I--”

The host smiled. “No, it’s understandable. You are actually somewhat early. While most attendees have made their way to the main hall and its waiting rooms, the formal schedule will not commence for half an hour at minimum. Plenty of time, no?” Hemi nodded and looked to the side. He thanked the gods for the impenetrably thick fur that hid his now-red cheeks from view, then took a deep breath. There was no great rush. This was an event for fun, after all. The sleepless night before preparing… the weeks of anticipation… It all led to this night, where everything was arranged for him. He walked closer beside Liam.

Lurien turned over his shoulder, towards a figure in a blue dress who had appeared amidst the gardens. “Ah, I see a new guest has arrived. Excuse me.” Lucien bowed and began to gracefully stride towards the newcomer.

“Hey Hemi, do you want to go meet them? The person over there, I mean?”

Hemi looked to the newcomer, then back at the red wisps of frozen clouds high above. “I think I’ll watch the sunset for now. You go ahead -- we’re all going to the main hall anyway, right?”

Liam nodded and followed Lurien’s path through the gardens as quickly as he could without letting any dirt get on his outfit. By the time he arrived, the host was already leading the other person back up a scenic route along the terrain’s edge towards the fountain. Their long brown hair -- adorned with red flowers -- was tied into a set of four pigtails that dangled about elven ears and onto the shoulders of a truly cute blue dress, tied with a red belt bearing a once-live sunflower. They looked up at the approaching beastman with only momentary confusion. Lucien, without even looking in Liam’s direction, nodded. 

“I’ll allow you two a moment to become acquainted. There’s a matter I’ll need to attend to.” Lucien announced. A moment later, a great eagle flew dangerously close to the edge of the island and began circling the courtyard. Lucien sighed and, with a subtle movement of his wings, lifted off to redirect the bird’s rider.

“Oh gosh!” The witch put a hand against her mouth and giggled.

Liam shook his head. “Some people…” He turned his attention back to the immediate environs. “Well-- ah, greetings!” Liam gave a curtsy. “My name’s Liam.”

The witch returned the favor. “I’m Flowers, the Sun Witch. It’s nice to meet you! I like your dress.”

“Thank you~!” Liam twirled around a little. “Yours is very cute.”

The witch smiled, but didn’t reply verbally. The two watched for a moment as the now distant eagle followed Lucien -- from this range, a point of light -- towards the arcane beast stables on the lower levels. “I’ve not seen a dress of that style in a while. Lunar hibiscus, right?” Liam’s head tilted slightly. “How did you--”

“I don’t call myself ‘Flowers’ for no reason. The color’s pretty accurate, too. Though, those flowers are pretty rare on the island…”

“Ah, I’m not actually from here. I’m not even properly a wizard -- that title belongs to my partner. I’m his plus-one.”

“Oh!” Flowers looked along the rim of the floating landmass. “Is that him?” She pointed out Hemi, sitting alone on an outcropping, watching the redness leave the sky as night took over.

“Yeah…” Liam put his hand behind his head. “He’s a little shy. I’m sure he’ll warm up when things kick off.”

“Flowers nodded, then tapped her foot. “I hope the host is back soon… I hope everything’s alright with the bird situation.”

As if on cue, on a beam of light, Lucien appeared next to the two guests. “I apologize for the wait, Mx. Flowers. I hope you’ll forgive  my cutting your tour short for the moment, as the floor will open momentarily. I suggest you both make your way to the main hall and meet some more of the guests in the meantime.”

“Ah-! Of course, thank you.” Flowers began to walk down the garden path towards Hemi. Lucien, apparently satisfied, vanished into light.

“Um--” Liam trotted after her surprisingly quick gait. “The fastest path is to the right.”

“We need to collect your partner, don’t we?” The sun witch glanced back at him. “Besides, I need to compliment his dress, too.”

By the time they arrived, the sun had completely set, so Hemi was just staring off into the swirling expanse of the clouds below. His ears were somewhat askew-- when Liam approached, they swiveled to face him.

“Hey, we’re supposed to go inside soon.” Liam let a gentleness into his tone.

Hemi stretched and stood. He used a quick gesture to disconnect the dirt from his dress’ fabric, so it became fully clean in an instant. When he turned around, he started at the sight of the witch who accompanied Liam.

“Oh--! Um--” Hemi gave a clumsy bow. “Hello-- I’m sorry, I didn’t notice you.”

The witch extended her hand. “I’m Flowers. What’s your name?”

“...Hemi.” He said, and shook her hand with his paw. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You as well. I like your dress~!” She told him. Hemi’s ears flipped, but he smiled in response.

A latch sounded at the main door. “Ah, it seems it’s time to enter. Have a wonderful time, you two--!” Flowers curtseyed again, and was off.

Liam looked at Hemi with a soft grin..

“What? I was surprised…”

“Nothing, nothing.” He took Hemi’s hand. “Another adventure, right?”

“--Right.”

The two cats proceeded towards the gathering group of wizards and the great oaken doors. The blue moon shone bright overhead.

[shittest-wizard-ever]

Such an amazing event

Sorry for not being able to participate more, but my phone was taken and I was only able to be on the network of inter for brief moments.

*As I look at the night sky being illuminated by the fireworks I sigh at the fact that I wasn't able to do anything at the ball

Such a bothersome Curse. If only I knew It would stop me from participating in this event, I would've gotten rid of it sooner. At least the food was nice. And these fireworks are close to being the most beautiful things I've seen in my long life. I gotta respect Lurien for sparing no expense for the Blue Moon Ball.

(@wizblr-blue-moon-ball)

[regina-the-sorceress]

I look over the new dress I’m crafting, black spider silk, difficult to harvest, harder to weave, and almost impossible to get in quantity. However through careful magics I’ve managed it, an entire dress made of it, thin as a whisper, and strong as chainmail. All I need to do now is weave in the enchanted silver threads.

Using my magic I weave in the silver, the shape of a spider in her web forming over the chest. I extend the web pattern out, until it covers the whole dress. I take a moment to admire it, suspended in the air on an invisible replica of my exact body.

I turn to my footwear, high heeled, silver, and enchanted to turn each step into soothing magic, fashionable and practical.

Next is jewelry, bracelets and rings, necklace, all on theme with spider motifs. The necklace in particular is a wonderful bit of magical wonder. Its black gem forms the “thorax” of a spider, powering a glamour that should make my dress glitter like starlight.

Everything together I put it on, the spider silk feels like air on my body, it offers full coverage with hardly any weight. I look in the mirror when it’s all on, then bite my black lips, I look good! The slit up each leg shows off my figure, and the necklace draws the eye to my chest in a good way.

This ball is going to be wonderful, and I can’t wait to turn the heads of everyone there.

[thattabaxiwizard]

Quite a fancy place

Sundew had been looking forward to tonight ever since she had received her invitation. she arrived to the ball in the lovely little outfit she had gotten ready beforehand, opting to use a modified teleport. nothing too flashy, just a puff of confetti upon arrival at her destination. before her stood a massive dome with stained glass windows of the various phases of the moon. against one side of the dome was a lush garden, and at the other side was a pond stocked with various exotic fish. there was also a massive line to get inside. as Sundew took her place in the line, she shot a glare down at her shadow, whom was looking up at her with a faux innocent expression. "you had better behave tonight, i don't need you screwing this up for me," she quietly warned the living shadow. its usual pastimes were harassing the local wildlife and making mischief around the tower, but hopefully the little troublemaker would behave for once. slowly but surely the line grows smaller and smaller in front of her until she's at the front, face to face with the host. "Welcome to the Blue Moon Ball, Please leave any weapons you have in the designated receptacles and enjoy your time here," they say with a smile. "thank you so much for inviting me." she gleefully replies as she heads inside, her shadow reluctantly depositing its beloved musket, a gift from a certain bastard gnome, in the bin amongst various other weaponry. everything from daggers and swords to a massive war axe and what looked like a pair of blades made of solid bone lay in the designated bin. the entryway was adorned with gold and crystals, setting an elegant first impression as Sundew entered.

tonight was definitely going to be fun.

[flowers-the-sun-witch]

Audio Log #001

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[RECORDING START]

Flowers walks into frame, wearing a blue dress, lighter on one side and tied with a red belt with a flower around their waist, with a white shirt and red tie underneath. They are wearing light brown boots. Their black hair is tied into 4 pigtails, 2 at the front and two at the back. Co has small red flowers in her hair, as well as 2 leaves on top. They pose a little bit in front of the camera before sitting down and starting to speak.

Hey there! I don't know if this is working, but it's fine, probably. I'll probably wear this to the ball, but I'm not sure if it looks good or not? It kinda gives private school uniform but I don't like my old suit as much anymore, so I chose this. I think I like the colours though— oh, sorry for rambling. I'm a little tired.

It took so long to get this outfit ready, honestly. I almost did a different skirt for the dress, but I decided, like, 3 hours ago that it didn't work so I had to change it out. It was a pain in the ass.

I'll probably save one of the frames of this video later so I can actually have a picture before the ball. It's pretty exciting, if I do say so myself.

Flowers looks up at a clock on the wall.

Well, I'd probably get going, I guess. Ball's starting pretty soon, and I don't want to miss the start.

Should I make these audio logs, like, a thing for me? I guess it's kinda weird to ask this, since I'll probably be one of the only people actually looking at this, but I guess future me can answer that. I do need a place where I can, y'know, say things, and it's easier to talk anyway.

I better go now. Bye, I guess?

Flowers steps closer.

Is this thing off—

[RECORDING FINISH]

OOC: I haven't really written in this style before, so lmk what y'all think I guess

EDITED because I forgot my own pronouns lmao

[kobold-sanctuary-buss-island]

BLUE MOON BALL DAY SEVEN: "Letter to the Ball"

So... It turns out that soon after i finished writing my sixth log entry of the Blue Moon Ball, i fell unconscious and collapsed upon the floor. I do not know why this happened, but i suspect the battering i took from the butlers and the Four Elements sandwich were to blame. I am currently stuck in a bed and unable to eat or drink anything other than a glass of water and four small, plain biscuits, else i will become violently sick. Every millimetre of my body aches in some form, and i cannot move my tail at all.

The following is what happened between then and me waking in this bed, relayed to me after i awoke:

I fell to the ground while walking back to the mansion, and i was carried onto a soft couch in the lounge by my staff. I was then sent between at least twenty-five hospitals in the region before eventually being flown out of Victoria International Airport (!!!) back to Buss Island. Apparently, Tarquin is going to be on Buss Island for the forseeable future, as the butlers were hunting after him. It has been several days since i went to the ball, and i have only risen today.

My blankets and pillows are very comfortable, and i hope that if a second Blue Moon Ball were to arrive, i will not be harassed by the robots. Please, in addition, drop the Four Elements sandwich and seal the recipe in a concrete-filled barrel buried deep in the desert.

To my friend, the @good-wizard, i do apologize for not being able to find you.

To the organizer of the ball, Lurien Artiodactyla Andalusia Anuva, i do apologize for breaking your toilet by throwing up rocks into it, and the mess caused by me destroying your butler robot. In my defense, he was trying to attack me, and i was hungry.

I also apologize for my handwriting being shakier than usual.

Yours faithfully, Jim, President of Buss Island.

[a-ladyman-in-waiting]

First Impressions:

As I ran around the sky using my magical platforms, only one thought occupied my mind:

I’m Late-I’m Late-I’m Late!

For some dragonkin, it would be better to fly. In fact, I have a magical skill in copying outfits.

But to that I say, “no way”

I’m wearing a poofy, turquoise, Victorian-esque dress with short simple frills, a pair of long turquoise gloves and my usual stilettos. The magic ones that are way beefier that the ones in the corporate market.

I even have a few surprises pockets for pocket change lol.

But the point stands that I’m wearing my best friend’s delicate work that I commissioned a month ago.

And I will NOT dishonor them.

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It took me half an hour to get ready before I left the house with everything I needed within my purse, which included keys, a bottle of water, five $20 bills, my smartphone, my portable charger + cable, and my anime figurine.

But because of the amount I spent looking for them, I had to jeopardize my balcony and walk up the sky with my magic.

As I continue to run, an extravagant light encircled me, enveloping my night vision with bright lights.

“ACK!” I exclaimed rubbing my eyes.

I had stopped running to tend to my eyes, but when I opened them I was met with a crowd of Blue Moon Ball attendees.

I caught a glimpse of the grand hall that the ball will be taking place, where the sky was turning dark blue and the horizon was still orange.

“Did I make it?” I asked myself.

I looked around for a while to ease my worries.

To my left, was a marvelous marble fountain that depicted a golden moon at the top, a handful wizards standing guard with water spraying down from their staffs.

To my right was a garden filled with several gorgeous flowers, arranged in a pattern that I wanted to see from above. Cuz I think it’s a maze.

As I gawked at the scenery, I almost forgot to line-up with the others once they began to move.

“Oh shoot!” I muttered as I scampered to the back of the line.

“I hope I have my let…ter…” I stop mid-sentence with a sense of dread.

I immediately rummage through my purse, looking for my invitation.

“Oh god oh god oh gu-“

I found it.

In my left hand.

The whole time.

I’m such a klutz.

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During the wait to enter the ballroom, I killed some time by writing in my smartphone, as I often do.

It is there where I mentioned the amount of people with horns or tails, as far as I could count them.

I excluded myself from the tail count because I figured that it would cause too much trouble for me in general because of its length.

Especially with dancing.

To tell you the truth, I’ve only went to big loud parties where I hopped around for only half an hour.

Additionally, the last time I attended a loud fiesta, I fell asleep through the booming music.

“Oh! I’m getting close!” I remarked when I saw that there were three people left in front of me.

I quickly put away my phone before I greeted the host.

They wore a blue robe decorated with stars and sparkles, a dark blue suit complimented with a blue moon pin, and a wizard hat decorated with blue moon patterns.

From how they greeted the guests, they were a distinguished gentleman and a patient host.

I held up my invitation, giving him my best introduction.

“Good evening my good sir” I curtsied in the process.

“Good evening, miss” the host responded with a bow, “and welcome to the Blue Moon Ball”

“Why thank you” I said as entered the Grand Hall.

After ten steps inside the hallway, I whispered to myself, “This is it…I’m here”.

“I can’t wait to eat the fancy food, maybe I’ll dance a few times to the music”

[parkyrtheelvishbard]

So, you want to know how I found my suit? ... Well, maybe you don't, and I'm just wasting your time. It's not the most exciting of tales. But ive read articles in the newspapers about people getting their outfits and showing them off, so...

It started last week, after I received my letter. Immediately, I knew i had to get a suit or a dress. All of my clothes in my wardrobe are for casual wear, as I don't usually go out for much other than the occasional visit with a friend or outing where I play my violin in the streets for money. I had a few big problems. I don't have much money, even as a street performer (or maybe because of it). Then there was the problem of wearing a suit or a dress. I didn't know if I would look better in one than the other, and I had no way to tell at the moment. I decided to just go out into town and check the local shops to see if they had anything I liked. The town I live near is pretty big and has many shops, so I walked up to the nearest clothing shop and asked about their suits and dresses. After a quizzical look from the shopkeeper, they directed me towards the section of their store with the fancier attire. I checked out both suits and dresses, and found that even though they would have been pretty good for me, all of them were too expensive for me. Saddened but somewhat unsurprised, I moved on to the next store. I don't want to bore you with the details of all the shopping, so suffice to say that most of the encounters I had ended like this. The few (and i mean few) that had anything I could afford were either too small, did not look good on me, or (as one shop did) had a giant stain that couldn't be covered up. This actually went on for 2 days; as I said, the town is pretty big and has many shops. On the third day, I resolved that I probably wasn't going to find anything at one of the fancy stores, so I looked towards what had once been my savior: secondhand stores. When I had first moved out of the woods and had no money, I was allowed to take clothes for free and find them in relatively good status. Now, I returned to one I had visited a few times, where the owner, an elf like me, now remembered my name and face. "Hey, it's Parkyr! How goes your adjustment into city life?" She talked in common, but with a heavy elvish accent. She was obviously still more or less new to speaking in this language. "Hello Sylvia, it's been alright." I switched to elvish. "I'm looking for a suit. Or a dress. Anything would work." Sylvia cocked her head sideways. She responded in the same tongue. "Ah, going to a dance?" Without waiting for an answer, she tapped her chin and switched back to common. "I have just the thing." I waited for her to come back. When she did, she was carrying a box containing a simple white long sleeved dress shirt and a pair of black suit pants. "Here, I felt like something simple would be becoming of you. You aren't a very flashy person, other than that ridiculous blue and green hair of yours. I could dye it for you," Sylvia said, in elvish again. "No, absolutely not. But... well... I'm going to the Blue Moon Ball. Who knows what all the other wizards are going to do with themselves and their hair." Even as I said it, I analyzed the outfit. The combination of the black pants and white shirt would work well with my silver eyes, and who knows? Maybe I could stand out amongst the more likely wacky and amazingly fancy outfits of the wizards. I could ask if I could bring my violin and... I was getting too lost in thought. I looked up at Sylvia. "Let me try it on first, if you have a room for that." She directed me to the staff room, which had a full size mirror. After changing and telling her it was safe to come in, I showed her how I looked. The shirt sleeves were a bit long and the pants were a little baggy, but otherwise I thought it was perfect. "Thank you, Sylvia." I sighed. "Now, how much do I have to pay for this? I know you aren't the type to let this type of attire go away for free." After spending a bit of money on the clothes, I changed back and walked home, eagerly looking forward to the Ball. But for now, I had a letter to write.

. . . . OOC Post Scriptum

Hey guys! I decided to write this after reading a post where the op wrote a story about their wizard going to get themself a piece of attire (i believe it was @/hyper-lynx, check their story out, it's amazing!) and i thought I should do one for Parkyr! I hope you liked it!

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[wizblr-blue-moon-ball]

Greetings magical friends~☆

This is the official blog of the Blue Moon Ball! A wizardblr-wide event hosted by @the-necrobotanist for the greater Wizardblr community.

This blog is where I (Necro) will be making the future updates and posts for the blog!

This post will be pinned until the official post for the event is released, which should hopefully be when the date poll is complete.

For now, here's the current jist of the event:

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[hyper-lynx]

Blue Moon Ball: Outfitting

“So what the hell, a ball? A formal ball?” Hemi looked over at Liam, ears ascanse. Liam’s long, clouded tail swished playfully behind him. 

“Yep~! That’s what the letter said. The Blue Moon Ball. Two weeks from now on the Wizard Island, planar registry WIS-α-1.”

The lynx groaned and stretched as he stood from his well-cushioned seat. His upper body was wholly unclothed -- indeed, only a pair of trusty cargo shorts girded his tan fur. The tufted tips of his ears tingled a little as the energy current beside this reality shifted slightly. He approached and snatched the letter from Liam’s grasp.

“To Queer Wizard Council MEMBER and Hyper-Lynx, Hemi. Hello Magical Friend~☆…” And the invitation continued. An open bar, festivities, and a formal dress code, all described in impeccable hand-written cursive.

“I see…” Hemi muttered. He regarded Liam, his closest friend -- adorned in his typical flowing skirt and well-fitted vest, tail meandering through the cool air behind him, and wondered for just a moment if he should ask the clouded leopard to take his place. Then, the pride flag mounted on the cavern wall caught his eye, and he remembered his obligations.

“What’s the matter?” Liam asked, ears lowering just slightly. “This should be a lot of fun!”

“I’ve never… been to a big formal party like this, so I… don’t really know how any of it works. I’ve also only been to Wizard Island Island for business before, it’s not really… like, I don’t know my way around there at all.”

Liam chuckled. “You’re not one to turn down an adventure, so I don’t buy that that’s the problem.”

“...There’s also the matter of the dress code.”

“Hm! I figured that was the issue. “ Liam began to pace through the workshop. Pieces of unfinished arcane devices littered the counters, glass containers housed samples from distant realities, and a few piles of boxes were still, after months, residing at the sides of the closed cavern chamber. He stopped in front of the makeshift wardrobe -- just a wooden frame around a bar with various shorts hanging, completely in the shadow of a large mechanical air purifier. “I know your outfit choices are usually pretty… spartan, but this is a big event! Dozens or more wizards will be there, and everyone will have put a lot of effort into their outfit. I don’t think just finding your least dirty pair of pants will help you here.”

“I-- hesitate to ask this, but, what alternative do you have in mind? I’m not likely to fit any of your clothes either…” It was true-- Liam was almost a full head taller than Hemi, so sharing clothes was out of the question.

“Well, then we’ll just have to go clothes shopping for you!”

“...Can’t I just, find a good cheesy wizard hat or something? Cut some ear holes, call it a day?”

Liam’s face darkened. “Well, you could do that. For a ball of wizards, you might not even stand out. But, aren’t you a member of the Queer Wizard Council? Specifically one of the ambassadors of the gay identity?”

“Oh, you’re not about to--”

“I am! Friend, there are Expectations on you, justified or not. I won’t condone you showing up with absolutely no effort in your outfit. It doesn’t have to be like what I wear, I just want you to make a good impression! These wizards are powerful allies -- don’t you want to get to know them?”

Hemi sighed and flopped back down onto the chair he was still next to. “...Fine. We’ll go clothes shopping. But you’re doing the astrogation.”

“Ehe, I knew you’d see things my way! You won’t regret this!” With that, he practically pounced over to the divining orb and began running the numbers.

Hemi had almost fallen asleep by the time that Liam returned to him with a piece of discarded scroll paper. 

“Here! A full charted course.”

Hemi sat up and looked it over. It was a pretty straight shot through the phantasmal plane to reach… “Terastra… Is this just an excuse to visit your homeworld, Liam?”

“I mean… no! It’s not. It’s almost spring on my continent of origin, so the blooming festivals will be kicking off soon. They’re tied to the new moon, so I figure the motifs should line up. Plus, if we get lucky with the time alignment, the plaza might already be pretty well decorated.”

Hemi hesitated for a moment, but then stood up again. “Alright. Let’s do this. Better to leap then stay in place, right?”

Liam’s grin widened. “That’s the spirit!”

They both stepped onto the pedestal that formed the center of the entire chamber -- the place set aside for traversal work. The tips of Hemi’s ears sparked and shone with indigo and lavender, bringing a strange vertigo over both of them for just a moment. Hemi traced his claw along the lines of the pattern from the paper, then huffed and crouched.

“Three seconds!” He called out. Liam crouched down too.

Hemi bobbed his head a few times, running the final calculations in his head, and then leapt into the air and sliced outward with extended claws. The air tore open, and from the wound a prismatic light burst onto the chamber. Hemi’s momentum carried him through, and a second later Liam lowered his eyes and leapt into the rift as well.

The void between worlds was beautiful, but in a fleeting way-- when one leaves it, the structure is lost as the story of a dream upon waking. So it was that Liam had almost no memory of the traversal itself when he came to his senses on the surface of his home planet. The air was crisp and cool, but the first tinge of spring’s humidity had already snuck into it. The grass around him was damp with morning dew. He found Hemi’s paw reaching down towards him and took it with a groan as he stood unsteadily.

“Feeling alright?” Hemi asked.

“Yes, sorry.”

“Not at all! It was my bad, I took us close to a turbulent zone. That being said… where are we?”

Liam blinked a few times and found that the two of them were, in fact, not in the plaza of any city, but were in the midst of a great pine forest. The untamed ground sloped upwards towards the gathering light of morning.

“Um-- hopefully, we’re just… next to the city?”

“...What precision did you use in the astrogation?”

“Five places?”

Hemi groaned. “We could be miles away…” He started trudging through the short grass towards the local peak. “Come on, maybe there’s a view over this bluff.”

It was a deceptively long distance to the bluff -- by the time they arrived, the sky was already very nearly blue. But, when they finally reached the top, both were wordlessly taken aback.

The cliff they had arrived at was, in fact, the edge of a great ridge that nearly surrounded the landed side of the vibrant city below.  The shadow of the opposing cliffs still cast darkness over the white buildings, but the miniscule impressions of hundreds of people were already milling about in the city center, were the colors of spring had been lavished upon the streets in minuscule strands. Liam’s tail and ears recovered their former, perky status immediately.

“Hmh! Not bad for five decimal places.” Hemi remarked. “I might come back here on purpose some time.”

“I’m still sorry for the trouble. It might take all morning to hike down there.”

“We’ve got two weeks, right? There’s no rush. If you mess up your skirt we’ll be in a good place to get a new one, too.”

“--Right! Okay…”

They sat for a moment to watch the sunrise finish, and then continued on their way. Thankfully, a reasonable series of switchbacks existed to allow the downward voyage to be done without any significant climbing.

“They won’t like-- recognize you here, right?” Hemi asked as they approached the base of the hills. “I know you’ve done some pretty heroic stuff…”

“No, we should be fine on that front. It was a while ago, and I looked different at the time.”

“Damn. Was hoping for some ‘divine messenger’ discounts.”

“Ha!” Liam shook his head. “We should hope they don’t have any ‘divine messenger’ flaming arrows for us. But, again, it should be fine.”

When they finally breached the city walls, both cats were somewhat exhausted, so before they reached the plaza proper, they found a tea-serving restaurant of some kind to relax at. As promised, none of the residents seemed to think the two of them were at all unusual -- the residents and tourists occupied a wide array of distinct species. Mostly canids, it seemed, but felines and the odd cervid could be sighted in the streets.

As Hemi sipped on his (quite good!) cup of green tea, Liam tilted his head, caught by a passing idea. “So, Hemi, there’s one big choice we have to make before finding you clothes.”

“And what’s that?” As Hemi asked, he already had some idea of what this ‘choice’ would be, judging from the mirthful display across Liam’s face.

“Suits or skirts?”

Hemi sighed, but had no immediate response. To tell the truth, he’d been mulling that over the entire hike so far. Suits were, of course, more traditional for masculine-appearing beings, but he was there as a representative of the Queer Wizard Council, so everything would be open to him, but if he looked bad in something, it would be worse than having shown up in just shorts and a hat, and suits and ties all seemed very restrictive compared to what he was used to… it continued spinning around from there. 

“I haven’t chosen.” He answered bluntly.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m sure you’d cut a dashing look in either. Since you don’t have a strong preference, we’ll have to try out some of both.”

Hemi squirmed a little in his seat, then tilted his head and let his ears fall back as he noticed Liam’s general expression. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you--?”

“It’s not every day I get to see you, of all people, flustered~”

“I’m not flustered!”

“Yes you are. Don’t lie to yourself, sweetheart.”

“Don’t-- call me that… Damn it. Fine, it’s just not a comfortable thing, okay? Is that such a crime? I probably’ll look stupid no matter what I choose anyway so--”

“What? Don’t say that! I wasn’t joking earlier, I really do think you can pull it off!”

Hemi’s ears were low, and his little nub of a tail was moving back and forth through the cutout of the chair. His posture made him appear to be barely half of Liam’s size, and his voice became quiet but firm. “This is an important event, Liam. I’ve never even seen this many other wizards at once before, let alone-- partied with them. What if I end up making a bad impression? All of this is alien to me, literally more so than actual, like, alien life… I’ve literally been more comfortable climbing a volcano or spelunking a thousand miles under the surface of some rock no one has laid eyes upon since creation began.”

“Those things are physically perilous. That’s completely different then this-- social peril-- you’re feeling. I’m sorry for pressuring you… I, uh, think I got a little too excited.“ 

Liam was quiet for a moment. “If, you want to go home, this was still a nice day out. You can even discard the invitation if you want, I’m sure they’ve got plenty of attendees.”

“...No.” Hemi’s back straightened, and he took a deep breath in. “No, I need to do this. I can’t just live underground with you alone forever-- no offense. I need to get out there, get out of my own head and be seen by… anyone else. Anything else, then just me and the one writing all this down.”

“Huh?”

Hemi finished his tea and stood up. “I’m ready.”

Liam’s eyes went wild and he quickly finished the last small amount of his own tea as well. “Then, let’s do this--!”

The plaza burst and flowed with vibrant colors and moving bodies of all descriptions. A sea of horns and ears jostled about open-air stalls with perfumes, floral headdresses, fresh-grilled fish, and, finally, a veritable feast of clothes. Gowns, cocktail dresses, suits, ties… a hundred outfits for a thousand eyes. Above it all, streams of paper-made flowers that jostled in the gentle breeze, like candle fire against the immense blue sky.

Hemi tried on a suit first. As predicted, the feeling of his long body fur being constrained by the fabric was hard to stomach, and this particular suit made his head seem disproportionately too large. He tried another -- similar results, but it was a bit looser. Most of the outfits had some sort of floral design, but a few commemorated the moon as well -- unfortunately, each suit that had appropriate theming seemed to have some issue of comfort or price that disqualified it from consideration. Minutes passed, then tens of minutes. Almost an hour. Over an hour. Even Liam had begun to wear down, and that resolve the lynx had kindled within himself could only maintain itself for so long. The crowds kept throbbing and coursing down the cobblestones all the while.

In the distance, Hemi noticed something different as the attendant (a rather friendly coyote) and Liam were helping button together the latest too-tight suit. It was a cocktail dress (of the over-one-shoulder variety), formed from a deep blue-purple that matched the night sky above his home world on a clear night. Across its chest, it displayed a beautiful full moon, and it had a few frills down the sides that would match his face’s lynx-like cheek fur. It stood against a boutique stand that seemed to have little traction.

“How does it fit?” Liam asked of the suit he was already wearing, though he was able to guess given how much Hemi had squirmed while it was being fastened, when he caught Hemi’s gaze and followed it. “Oh~! Did you find something..?”

An invisible barrier formed around Hemi’s words as he was stricken again with doubt. It would be a bold statement -- one his generally not-that-attractive physique would butcher for sure. Liam took the coyote aside and whispered something in their ears. The coyote looked across the crowd, then back to Hemi, and put their paw under their chin for a moment before nodding. Liam’s smile became a gentle smirk.

“Well, what are you waiting for? You won’t know anything until you try it on.”

The lynx looked to Liam with a frightened expression, so Liam put a hand on his still-padded shoulder. “They’re wizards, Liam. Half of them will be wearing bones or slime or something.”

Hemi swallowed and, after another second nodded. “I want to try on that dress.” The words, alien as they might have been to his tongue, brought an electric feeling to the back of his mind. The coyote dutifully helped him remove the suit, and he and Liam entered the other stall.

The dress, once donned, hung loosely around Hemi’s frame. Somehow, his exposed shoulder felt almost salacious, compared to not wearing any shirt at all, but the feeling was a good one. The fabric was smooth and breathable, so it was not unbearable on his fur. Most importantly, the inner structure of the dress emphasized his physique without being explicit-- it was just a little more sensual than normal. He turned around and around in the mirror, while Liam watched on from the side.

“So… what do you think?”

Hemi looked down at himself, then back up at the mirror. “I think I actually like it--! What do you think?”

“I think it’s gorgeous. It fits you really well! The moon might make it hard to use at other events, but that’s the only downside.”

“I’m alright with that. I’m sure if I end up wearing it often I can find some illusion to cast over the moon -- it’s basically a big white disk, right? Perfect backdrop for an insignia.”

“Right! Well-- do you want to try any of the other dresses? Since we’re on this side of the aisle…?”

“...Um. No, no I think-- I like this one. Aha--” Hemi put a hand against the back of his head and gave a soft, genuine smile. Liam quickly moved to find the cashier -- who ended up being some kind of dog with very curly white fur.

“My friend would like to buy that dress, please!” 

The cashier nodded. “And why not! Oh, but the moon is out of season, isn’t it?”

“It’s fine, it’s for a different event. Actually, the moon was what drew us over here in the first place.”

“Oho!” The cashier dropped her voice. ”And, your friend is happy in… that kind of clothing? We have a suit with the same design in the back--”

Hemi approached. His large ears made it trivial to overhear the conversation from afar. He’d removed the dress and put it onto its hanger, but was still carrying it. He laid the fabric onto the purchase area. “Yes, I’d like to buy the dress. What’s your price?”

The cashier tapped her claw onto a rune engraved in her desk, and a circle of symbols appeared briefly in the air between her and the lynx. “You are a magician, yes? I will ask for a simple service -- production of some lumen oil for my silkworms to feed on. A cup should suffice as payment.”

“Lumen oil… very well. Do you have a cloche?”

The cashier directed Hemi to her alchemy room, and left him to provide his payment while she packaged the dress gently into a clear garment bag. A few minutes later, Hemi emerged with a small container of glowing golden liquid, formed from pure arcane energy. He wiped the sweat from his head -- he’d have to do a more complete grooming in a moment.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” He set the vial onto the payment section. The cashier tapped a rune, and the sign for equivalence appeared in the air. “Then the outfit is yours. I do hope you enjoy wearing it…!” The cashier announced. 

Liam took the dress into his hands. “Thank you!” Hemi nodded in thanks as well, and the two left into the plaza. As midday drew closer, the crows had settled into lines near the food vendors, and it was clearly time to take their leave. Hemi knew the way home by heart, so it was a quick matter to tear open the air again and lead the duo back to their place in another reality.

“You did good today, Hemi.” Liam literally patted the lynx on the back as he groomed.

“It’s strange… I never imagined I’d choose an outfit like that, but-- it really did look alright on me?”

“My friend, I could not have envisioned a dress that would fit you and the occasion better. I know I’m biased, but it’s really nice that you’re taking these kinds of risks now. It was a nice day! When we both get a while off of work, we should go out again -- and not just because I got to watch you try on suits for over an hour this time.”

“Hmph--! I’ll bet that was a real treat…”

“Oh, it was~” Liam said in a tone that made it truly impossible to discern if he was being sincere or just trying to get a rise out of him. Hemi just chuckled and looked back over at the garment bag, now hanging in his wardrobe.

“You should come with me. To the ball.”

“Um-- I’m not a wizard, though?”

“Any good ball allows plus ones. Besides, I know you’ve got some ridiculous giant gown or other in your storage somewhere.”

“I… may, but, I don’t think I’d look-- hey, you don’t get to turn the situation around on me like that!”

Hemi’s chuckle turned into a full laugh. “Revenge really is sweet~ But, seriously, you should come.”

“I’ll think about it. Home’s been pretty busy lately. Tsunamis, droughts-- the people need a nature prophet more than ever. But-- if I’m not actively mitigating some huge catastrophe-- I’ll put on a ‘ridiculous, giant gown’ and come with you to the ball. It’s the least I could do, after today.”

“Thank you.”

“Of-- course.”

The matter decided, each cat went on to enjoy the rest of the afternoon in their own ways.

[shittest-wizard-ever]

I wonder what the food is like.

this is my first contribution to the Blue Moon Ball featuring @wizblr-blue-moon-ball's Lurien. Sorry i was late.

[The sun is close to the horizon]

I should get going. Wouldn't want to miss the start of the first major event since i got here.

...

[The sun is on the horizon]

So this is it. Pretty fancy place. When was the last time i participated in an event this fancy? ...No time to dwell on the past. I'm here to enjoy the moment.

*I enter the manor and make my way to the ballroom where i see the many people in attendance of this wonderful event

Quite a lot of people here. Where are the drinks?

*I wander around aimlessly until one of the attendants hands me a glass of very sparkly juice

Thanks for the drink.

[An attendant at the top of the atrium stairs rings a silver bell to grab everyones attention]

*I look that way to see the host stand at the banister to give his opening speech

Interesting fellow

"Good evening everyone! I am honored to see so many of you in attendance. For those I haven't met in person, my name is Lurien. I look forward to getting to know you all tonight."

How many Luriens have i met?

"The intent of this ball is to bring together members of our community and celebrate the arcane— so I raise a glass in toast of new friendships forged and old ones strengthened"

[Lurien says as he raises his glass]

*I follow the host in raising my glass

No old bonds to strengthen, so i'll focus on forging new friendships

"To new friendships and broadening horizons, may you all enjoy the festivities tonight!"

[With that, glasses are raised in toast and the music begins to play— The Blue Moon Ball has officially begun]

[bluerosefox]

Masks and Moonlit Night

-Crashes through DPxDC window and sticks a new AU sticky note down on everyones foreheads-

ANGER MANAGEMENT MASQUERADE BALL AU!

Jazz is forced by her parents to go to all Masquerade ball at Vlad's, whose using Jazz as both a way to keep Danny in line (as well as Jazz, basically Danny can't fight back or he'll hurt Jazz and Jazz can't fight back because he'll also hurt Danny who he has locked up at the moment) and to 'impress' the elites (As much as Vlad wants to use Danny for the party he knows the boy would do something to embarrass him in front of them, he at least knows Jazz will keep her manners in check) with how intelligent his goddaughter is.

During the ball, Jazz (in a stunning dress and mask, think like manhwa worthy outfit tbh if you want) meets Jason (who lost the Bats/Birds most recent 'Not it' game and was made to go with Tim to Vlad's party) and both hit it off when they meet in the garden, under moonlight, both wanting some fresh air.

Jazz wants to enjoy her time with Jason but worries about Danny and thus tries to leave and figure a way to help him without tipping Vlad off she was trying to save her brother. However she notices she's being watched by some ghosts Vlad employed and no doubt would report her should she even try. So she kinda uses Jason as way to keep them being unaware of her planning... or at least that was the case until she noticed another Team Phantom member sneaking into Vlad's place and knows its only a matter of time before her brother is freed.

Within the hour she gets a text from Danny who tells her, he's out and gonna fight Vlad for locking him up, that Dani is with him too so it'll be double beat down and that he'll come get her soon.

She is pulled away from the text when Jason asks what books she likes to read and now with the weight of her brother needing to be safe, or as safe as he could be, is lifted off her shoulder she answers.

Its magical, its wonderful, and for a moment Jazz is able to actually enjoy this party, ignoring the pained hits Vlad was no doubt receiving from what she can hear with her liminal enchanced hearing, because talking to Jason, or J as he introduced himself as, was very fun and wonderful and wow he was very handsome even with his mask and-

Jazz is startled out of her wondering thoughts when she could hear someone in the party scream, no doubt Danny, Dani, and Vlad's fight probably bleed into the main hall and she could see people starting to run out.

Jazz sits on the bench as Jason goes running in, no doubt curious as to what is happening and going to get his 'brother' Tim who he came to the party with out. Jazz takes off her mask and sits it down the bench and waits before Dani appears and says they should get going, Danny is keeping an angry Vlad busy and that she can take Jazz home.

By the time Jason comes back, with a researching on his phone Tim, all he finds of the charming woman he met at the dumb ball he got dragged to was her mask on the bench.

[doingstufftime]

The blue moon filled Smarfy’s entire vision with its ethereal light. She blinked, still in disbelief of herself being here. The ‘Picture CapturerTM’ - as she had dubbed her creation, was working perfectly as expected. She had so many ‘captures’ of various different angles and locations of the moon. Soon, when she travels there, she’ll have a lot of material to make the first map - unless the Moon people have already made one. Or she could sell the ‘captures’ to people that never got to see the blue moon - which was her whole village, if she wasn’t mistaken. Either way, she had some sick compositions and had achieved a large part of her goals.

Going immediately up here, in one of the furthest and tallest rooms in the castle, had turned out to be a great idea. Smarfy hadn’t seen anyone else wander this far, which was ideal. Largely in part to the fact she’d never been invited, but also any distractions would be annoying when she was so focused on this. Smarfy scanned her collection of captures one more time. Is this enough? She thought. Then sighed, and prepared another piece of card.

Speaking of distractions - she had tried to ignore it, but now that she was nearly done, Smarfy was realizing how hungry she was. Perhaps not eating for two days before this ball out of anxiety hadn’t been a good idea. Perhaps. 

But now she had to deal with the fallout, and her stomach was not happy with her decision making. Smarfy wished she could just tell it to wait until she snuck to her hideout, but stomachs apparently didn’t listen to common sense. It didn’t help that they were clearly eating down there, because the smell was entrancingly good and seriously, why was this ball so fancy? To be fair, it was working in her favor, but it also kinda wasn’t at all.

Smarfy bounces on the balls of her feet, cursing herself for even thinking about this. Now she was imagining all the different kinds of food that must be there, better than her own musty crusty bread and plarefruit. Maybe even better than her mother’s food, which was surprisingly easy to imagine when she could smell it, no offense to her mum. 

Finally, the capture was completed, and she carefully takes it out of the device, making sure the ink has completely dried out. A little moon just there, in her hand. Beautiful, she thought, placing it in a pile of 16 other identical photos. She had at least 10 of every angle. 

Okay, maybe this is enough.

And then the forbidden thought.

Should I take some food as well?

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Sometime between her last thought and this one she must’ve blacked out, because all of a sudden she was standing at the far door of the feast hall, staring at the sheer amount of food piled onto the tables. Tables that looked like they were made out of gold. 

She barely even noticed as she stepped closer, staring at all the beautiful platters, with mouthwateringly roasted porknuffs, patneys, and even beantans. Salads, snack trays, sauces, wines, beers, breads, other things. Smarfy can only recognise about 10% of the food, the rest a wonderful mystery. A potential investigation.

Smarfy feels like a mouse about to eat the cheese from a mousetrap. She needs to leave, because if she stays too long she’ll bring too much attention to herself and reveal the fact she wasn’t invited. Her dress, her stature, it all looked out of place here. Thankfully she’d hidden the Picture CaptureTM safe outside beside her exit, so it wasn’t like she had a suspiciously large bag to make her stand out even more. Still, it was bad. And she was tempted. Really tempted.

She glances around at the people surrounding her. There were 5 musicians with various instruments Smarfy couldn’t recognise playing pleasant music in the corner. So many people in fancy clothes. A lot looked already drunk or tipsy. Some were dancing in the dancing area in the middle of the hall, others engaging in conversations. Others alone like her. 

One caught her eye, the person's eyes momentarily flashing with recognition before they looked away. Suspicion narrowed Smarfy’s eyes. Had they seen her on the tower? When she was sneaking on? Sometime before that?

Smarfy decided it was probably fine. She was not panicking at all. Nuh uh.

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In the end, Smarfy had stuffed her purse with various random foods, not even bothering to be discreet except for making sure nobody was looking. Hopefully they really hadn’t. 

Then she had downed at least three shots of straight vodka because she could (and the anxiety was kind of getting to her again,) almost throwing them up straight after because of the foul taste. Finally, after that, she left. 

…To the bathroom.

What am I doing? Smarfy thought, her hands shaking as she washed her hands. She made a delayed flinch as a person seemingly dropped right beside her out of nowhere.

“Tsup. Lit ball, aint it?” the person - a woman in her 20s slurred.

What is this? A college party? Why are we calling it “lit”?

“I s'pose,” Smarfy answered. Her tongue felt like an uncooperative wet sponge.

“Lit,” the woman said.

Smarfy dragged her hand through her hair and sighed.

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AN: Smarfy's not really having a good time, but at least she likes the food? I've found through trial and error that the easiest way for me to write something is making it less serious, so that's why it's kinda funky. ╭( ๐_๐)╮

[thattabaxiwizard]

Bountiful options

Sundew had since made her way over to the snack tables and was delightfully impressed at the sheer variety of choices. she has never seen so many different types of food in one place before. There was something to satisfy every possible pallet imaginable. it was a bit difficult even deciding where to start. after a bit of deliberation she ended up sampling a little bit of everything that was there. most of the other guests had made their way over by now and were sampling the available foods. she made merry small-talk with whoever happened to be nearby as she ate, getting to know many interesting individuals, and generally having a very good time.

things were definitely looking up.

[flowers-the-sun-witch]

bmb day 5!

feat. Flowers and kinda including @doingstufftime's Smarfy (again, just mentioned really). This is a bit of shorter one, mostly because I don't have the motivation for this one as much as the others honestly. enjoy. or don't ig I can't control you

As soon as Flowers re-enters the atrium, they the first thing they notice is the almost overwhelming smell of food.

The second thing they notice is the massive spread in front of them; behind another set of doors— when did that get there?— a set of tables, somewhat like a dining hall but way more resplendent in every way, shape and form. All down the room, attendees chat, laugh and clink glasses in toast; it's definitely less… formal, for lack of a better word, here than in the ballroom. That could just be them though. They didn't pay as much attention as they could've when they were there, really.

Flowers is startled out of their reverie by a stranger bumping somewhat roughly into them as they leave the doorway, and they realise that they've been standing there for way too long and probably look neither sane nor like they're supposed to be here. Not like the latter is much of a problem, they think, seeing one of the guests, obviously more than a little buzzed, stumble into one of the back doors and unceremoniously trip over a step. They grin, finally stepping into the building properly and making their way to one of the tables.

Upon further inspection, the place is set out like a buffet; food of all kinds, from grapes to cakes to entire cheese wheels are laid out for anyone to take a piece or bite. Flowers reaches for what appears to be a brownie. It turns out to be, in fact, not a brownie; it melts in their mouth too much for that and it doesn't taste the same, but nonetheless, it is good. They reach for another soon after.

As they continue their stroll further into the crowd, they stumble on a familiar figure— the one they saw on the tower a few minutes before. They blink, startled that they even vaguely remember what they look like, but smile at them all the same. They don't notice, however, and continue whatever they were doing before, which turns out to be eating at a rate that is… a little unhealthy. They don't control the other's body, though, so they let them be. It's none of their business.

Flowers is starting to regret eating before the ball. To be fair, they hadn't realised how much food exactly would be available, and certainly not what kinds, but they'd thought that they'd become hungry faster than they actually did. It would be a waste to not take as much as they could take, though, so they head to where they thought they'd seen a group of fruit salad bowls, and takes an apple. They bite into it; it's surprisingly crunchy, considering how long it must've been out there, but then they remember that oh right, magic, and it makes a little more sense. They thoughtfully chew on it. It's sweet and tart.

They don't particularly feel like continuing to eat, so they head to one of the side rooms and sits on one of the couches arranged nicely around the room. They close their eyes for a brief moment, then open them again. It's been tiring, having to be around so many people— much less interact with them— but it's been fun, at least. If all else fails, at least the food's nice.