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Régulo was frozen in terror. If taking the blame for his sibling was not nerve wracking enough, the voice boomed from out of nowhere and caused silence. Yet after whatever that was finished what needed to be said, all the fae went back to normal as if nothing happened. No terrifying voices, no murder.

He clutched his faeire wine tighter. Régulo needed to get out of Gláta. He wanted to feel the cool fall breeze against his face and lie down in his own bed at The Forest House. Most of all, Régulo had a sinking feeling that he'd be blamed once again for the chaos that took over Gláta.

'Tis the season for our second event! This December we invite you to celebrate your beloved friends, or even beloved mutuals and favorite blogs, with our event ㅡ NOT SO SECRET SANTA!

This event will revolve around YOU picking someone to make a gift for without revealing it to them until you post it. Of course, if it helps, you can send them anonymous asks about their favorite dramas, ships, characters, etc. just like a regular Secret Santa.

TO PARTICIPATE

ㅡ must be a member of our network AND our discord server ㅡ you can become a member HERE ㅡ if you’re already a member but not part of our discord server, click here to join ㅡ reblog this post ㅡ caption your post with “@asiandramanet event 02 ㅡ not so secret santa” + mention the person you made the edit for, and tag #asiandramanet

Henry VIII's court was known, in part, for its revelry and pageantry; it was only just that his son's should carry on the tradition. Meg had been to many festivities in her young life, but something changed about them when William became king. The English court was young again, occupied by energetic nobles with a penchant for celebration, many finally free for the grasp of their parents, if only for a while. The courtiers of William III's reign seemed brighter, happier, and more inclined to be merry than even their elders had been...and Meg had heard stories.

This fete, however, was special - it was a true show of the new king's power and influence among his people, unobstructed by the wishes of his uncle and mother, though Meg was certain the Boleyns still snuck their wishes into the king's plans. In any case, she was having a grand time, delighting in the evening's entertainment and not-so-subtly sneaking more sweets under her pale pink sleeves when Princess Elizabeth wasn't looking.

Meg was popping one such sweet between her lips when she turned to find herself face-to-face with the man of the hour himself. "Your Majesty," she greeted him, dipping into a curtsy before the king. "I beg your pardon." Meg offered him a sheepish smile. "You can see that I am enjoying myself, I suppose. This is a wonderful party."

hoii everyone! welcome to paletmblr’s second event. after taking a poll, august’s event was decided to be a music event. it can be anything related to songs, lyrics, musicians — you can get as creative with it as you want. the only requirement is your creations should be pale and should not be whitewashed!! hope you participate!

to participate:

⁍ reblog this post !!

⁍ make one original creation !!

⁍ include us in your caption !!

        eg: “ @paletmblr event ii: [ description ] ”

⁍ tag your creations with #paletmblr02 !!

if you have any questions for the event, feel free to send us an ask! we are excited to see all your lovely creations!

                         "well, jimmy, i’ve heard that all the town needs is a really good distraction. we’ll be back on track in no time. pull up the dates.”

with gossip spreading across town of a mysterious fire or arson attack that took place on tuesday 2nd of march at holy cannoli, a well loved spot, there’s only one thing to be done. a few sensible adults (and gossips) from around town put their heads together and decide that the perfect answer to a crisis is to pull forwards the darkwood annual campout. while the weather might still be dreary and spirits may be frazzled, it’s set to be three wonderful days of fun beginning on friday morning and ending on sunday evening.

the characters do not know the complete events of the fire at holy cannoli, only that it is substantially burned down and there may have been people inside. a whisper spreads about a separate fire on the outskirts of town and the sighting of eddie the arsonist. “one man can’t be in two places at once.” some characters have been volunteered to take part in the set up which begins on friday evening for the campout which takes place just east of darkwood every year, those characters are reggie jr, andi, zeki, george and nat. 

She hears the person approaching but she doesn’t move to offer them a look, she merely stands with an odd grin on her face. A moment passes, she turns, “If only they had the right spot. Guess the secrets safe.”