#hedgemaze

[mspencerdraws]

Keeper of the Vernal Labyrinth The Prince of Spring hosts merry tourneys on his festival grounds, but the twists and turns of hedgerows nearly muffle the revelry, allowing the humble keeper of the Labyrinth to delight in the pleasant “snip snip” of creating order from chaos.

– Inspired by evergreen boxwoods, by the tease of a warm spring breeze in the middle of winter, and by the joy of getting lost in the details.

Painted in watercolor, gouache, and colored pencil on 140lb Arches hot press paper. Accented with 23K gold leaf.

The artwork is double matted and framed in a vintage frame, painted to match.

Available on Every Day Original

#illustration #everydayoriginal #art for sale #every day original #rabbit #year of the rabbit #gardener #gardening #labyrinth #maze #hedgemaze #fantasy art #animal art #anthro art #birds #chickadee #watercolor #gouache #my art

[lahilden]

Château de Cheverny

Château de Cheverny is located in Cheverny, Loir-et-Cher, France. Built in the 17th century by the Hurault family and inspired by the Palais de Luxembourg. The French Classical castle has remained in the Hurault family for six generations. The Marquis and Marquise of Vibraye are the current owners. The interior boasts an Italian Renaissance staircase, a library with 200 antique books, 16th and 17th tapestries and furnishings, the king’s bedroom, a large painted panel salon, and a massive armory with painted beams and wood panels. The chateau hasn’t been modified since the 17th century and retains its original architectural design. The Bourré

stone used to build the structure becomes lighter over time. The exterior has a canal running through the property, a botanical park, many gardens with geometric patterns, a hedge maze, and an orangery that has been converted into a tea room. There’s also a kennel on the property created in 1850 that houses more than 100 hunting dogs. It was opened to the public in 1922. 

#château de cheverny #CASTLES #France #Loire Valley #cheverny #loir et cher #gardens #kennels #hedgemaze #Tearoom

[dkeithanderson]

Lovely day at Colonial Williamsburg. . . . #williamsburg #colonialwilliamsburg #hedge #hedgemaze #governorspalace #tree #hugetree #bigtree #oaktree (at Colonial Williamsburg) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjmULTVO7l8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#williamsburg #colonialwilliamsburg #hedge #hedgemaze #governorspalace #tree #hugetree #bigtree #oaktree

[dragonknightofsummerset]

Day 5 of King Liam Appreciation Week: Friendships/Relationships/AU

A huge thank you to @sazanes for drawing one of my all time favorite scenes from TRR book 1. When I first read TRR, and came across this scene, I hoped someone would draw it or that I somehow could 😅 thankfully, I now know about commissions and Sabrina did a magnificent job at capturing the scene referenced below:

@kingliamappreciationweek @lizzybeth1986

#kingliamappreciationweek #klaw #klaw day 5 #trr #the royal romance #king liam #liam x mc #i mean just the background alone is beautiful (which i've always loved the hedgemaze backgrounds in trr) #but liam & anastasia (my mc) look so good here

[calderskillday]

A COURT OF FEY & FLOWERS EPISODE 5 liveblog!!!!!!

EMILY AND LOU RIGHT OFF THE BAT LMAOO

thank u for the wink sound effect in post

IT'S NOT QUITE A BLUSH

emily's joy gives me joy

HOB GRABBING A WHOLE TABLEFUL OF POTIONS

omar is such a fun player omg he knew full well that was poison and did it anyways

i now ship suntar and chirp let's go can they interact in this ep

"just a big ol mess"

OMG NPC ART

SQUAK WHAT

what a smooth talker

emily brought her dice superstition to the whole party 😭😭😭

andhera is the sweetest bestest boy

SURENA'S FUCKING NAT 20S

the court of craft???? 👀

god so many coming out allegories this season

MORE SMITTEN THAN BEFORE BY AN ORDER OF MAGNITUDE

hhhhhhhhh i am Yelling

GRABALBA ART

oh my god hob doing this identify the SCIENCE way

"we can talk about that later" HAHAHA BINX

OH MY GOD RUN THE TAPE BACK *WITH ECHO* LMAOO

SUNTAR ART OMG SHE'S GORGEOUS

THERE'S 2 PEOPLE LOOKING FOR CHIRP

lmaooo "my work is done"

the way aabria feeds emily's insane character choices <3

IS PRINCE APOLLO KIND OF STUPID

"let's... hit 'em"

mucky 🥺🥺🥺

"that's hot" brennan sir you are correct

hey aabria that math was hot

everyone agreeing that andhera is so hot right now is so right

OOOOH BURNING THIS TOKEN BRINGS REPERCUSSIONS TO THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH LADY CHIRP

oh my GOD the meeting at the center of the maze,,,, genius

YEEEEAHHHH ANDHERA

BRENNAN'S PLAN HOOOOLY SHIT

SQUAK STIRRING SHIT UP

what is his PLAY giving hob inspiration but incapacitating the rest of the gobs....

BONUS RUMOUR PHASE

YEEEEAHHHHHH COUNTERSPELLLLLL LOU YOU ARE SO BIG BRAINED

LOU GODDAMN WILSON

GWYN AND BINX HAVE THE SAME EYEEESSSS

ANDHERA OH WOWWW

just passing the box of doom around the table 😭😭😭

oscar and surena clutching each other 😭😭😭

TRULY THE DICE TELL THEIR STORY

ANDHERA GOATED

hANDS TOUCH

AHHHHH BINX CHOPPLEYyYYYyyYYy

god wow

#YEAH GOOD EP #hedgemazes are GOOD #dimension 20 #d20 acofaf #a court of fey and flowers #dimension 20 spoilers #acofaf spoilers #tl lb

[brbgensokyo]

saying "A rich pervert did it" is an S tier explanation for why an environment is like that

#i had a couple of ideas for a mech scale hedgemaze #and other arenas of weird scale

[wyrmalien]

Thinks about the guys I made up 2-3 years ago and havent done anything with since. novody else is going to write that queer dragon fantasy book daniel get on it

#the problem was that i never had the full picture of what i wanted to write #the biggest of which being why exactly the two main guys (hugo a red dragon and knight and parnell a green dragon and his squire) #were actually going into the haunted labyrinth/glorified hedgemaze #that sounds so silly written out but who cares #i still dont know why but maybe if i start writijg ill find out #<- his ass is not going to start writing anything. the most he will do is open a word document and leave it untitled.

[beatriceportinari]

Instead of a maze you could do a crop circle origami with these it's be fun

#or you could modify the model.into an actual ear of corn and make a corn maze #<- won't be doing that though #hedgemaze supremacy

[turbulentscrawl]

Hot as Sin pt.2

Featuring Luchino, Ithaqua, Fool's Gold, and Aesop. More to come later ;)

These are NSFW, so minors please dni with this post. Also, these get a lil kinkier than the last part I did, so please make sure to check the warnings at the start of each before reading entirely!

Luchino (survivor)

Warnings: breeding kink, scratching and biting, Luchino calls reader “pet”

Luchino’s desk creaked with the snapping of hips, screeching occasionally as it shifted minutely across the hardwood. Paperwork was strewn wildly about the floor, and what was left beneath your body was quickly becoming soiled by a mixture of sweat and cum. Growling, Luchino hauled your raised leg further onto the desk, and clamped his sharp hands on your ass cheeks.

“I told you to hold still,” he said darkly. But it was awfully hard to do that when he was fucking you with such force. Your whole body shuttered with each stroke, even your labored breaths interrupted, choked. The one leg you were allowed to stand on was bruising, pinned between Luchino’s hard body and the edge of his desk. Angry red lines on your legs, back, and ass, left from his dark claws, swelled with tiny pindrops of blood.

“Luchino, I--” you choked out. When you started to form words beyond his name, one of his hands delivered a rough slap to your ass. In the split second it took you to yelp, Luchino shifted himself to press against your back and nibbled your earlobe with sharpened teeth.

“My name, your safe word, and thank you are the only things you’re allowed to say, pet,” he said between rhythmic breaths. “The only other sounds out of your pretty lips should be nonsensical pleasures. Now—” He groaned long, deep, and pushed his hips flush against you. “Thank me for filling you up again.”

You shivered at the spreading warmth in your core, whispering thanks into the air. Luchino rested against you for just a few moments and then sunk his teeth into your shoulder. You yelped again, and he pressed you into the desk with his body weight, already rutting into you again and growling from what you could only assume was overstimulation. He slapped your ass again, always a sign of his displeasure, and you leap into words because you already knew what he wanted.

“Th-thank you, Luchino,” you said, louder and louder. “Thank you for filling me up with your hot cum, thank you for breeding me.”

“Good pet,” Luchino sighed, releasing you from his teeth. His long togue laves over the wound left behind, and one of his hands starts to sink down the length of your body. “Let’s have you match me on the next one, hmm?”

Ithaqua

Warnings: slight degradation, semi-public sex

“You take me like a fucking whore, you know?” Ithaqua giggled into your ear. His body hovered over your like a tight cage, pinning you to the warm hedgemaze grasses and keeping your knees pressed to your shoulders. His stilts and mask were tossed aside somewhere, along with most of your clothes. He was clawing grooves into the soil near your head. “I hardly have to do any work, you could suck me back in all on your own. You need me so badly, hmm?”

He stopped running his mouth long enough to press his chapped lips against yours, moaning in time with a series of more rapid pumps into you. He licked his lips when he pulled away, like he was savoring your taste. His black eyes zeroed in on yours the second you started to respond, nothing short of obsession in his gaze.

“I d-do, I need you, I need you, I need you,” you cried, clutching his sleeves like a lifeline. Ithaqua’s head lolled further back with each repetition of the phrase, eyes slowly rolling back and a wide grin spreading across his face. He was practically glowing from the affirmations. “I love you, Ithaqua!”

“Fuck, oh fuuuuck, that’s right you do,” he gasped. He shifted with a speed you couldn’t comprehend, swiping your hands and pinning them to the grass at full arm’s length, stretching his lean body over you like a cat. His thrusts lost some depth from the position, but he made up for it with greater speed. His lips grazed your cheek as he continued to speak into your skin, first to you but then devolving into undirected rambling, “I love you too, dearest. Don’t you worry. I’ll take good care of you, my good little slut, I’ll fuck you nice and stupid. You love this, don’t you? You love me, love it when I fill you up. You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you, I’ll make sure of that. You’ll never need to look at anyone else. You don’t need anyone else but me.”

You shivered from his voice in your ear, his unrelenting thrusts into your core, all of it sending your body into flush and shivers. Ithaqua was all around you, in you, he made sure there was nothing else to consider but himself and the pleasures he provided.

One of his hands abandoned yours, sliding down to pinch your face with clawed fingers. His grin fell against your mouth, an odd kiss. “I can see it in your face. You’re about to come, aren’t you? Don’t keep me waiting, darling, let me see you in ecstasy!”

Fool’s Gold

Warnings: public sex, size difference, dirty talk

Such a jealous bastard he was, this warped version of Norton.

Most of the other survivors had already been cleared out of the duo match already, securing your loss, but somehow you still survived. It was touch-and-go for a while, between Joseph’s attacks in his camera world and “Fool’s Gold”’s tenacity outside it. The two Hunters had been on your tail for a while, cutting in one each other’s attempts to catch you, but it was Norton who got to you first. Instead of dragging you to the chair, though, he’d brought you in front of one of Joseph’s cameras, where the image of you taking Hunter cock was now immortalized by the camera world’s projection.

You didn’t have to worry about death by internal bleeding, at least, as his dick was among the few parts of his body that was still flesh. It was, however, just as massive as the rest of him. Norton held you effortlessly by your hips, leaving you folded like a lawn chair in his rocky grip, legs dangling and flailing while he fucked himself with you like an overgrown toy.

“Nor-hughh, Norton,” you cried back at him, careful to use his human name and not the moniker he hated. “S-someone will s-see!”

“Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind. Would you rather I just throw you in a chair?” He chuckled above you, voice like hot coals, pace unrelenting. He laughed harder when you shook your head desperately. “Good. I want them to watch me use you like a cock sleeve. See me claim you.” He turned on unsteady feet, pointing your vision towards Joseph’s photograph display. In the image, Norton’s cock has halfway split you open and he’s grinning with that ever-persistent wickedness. A stream of smoke is leaving his mouth while your face is contorted in shock and pleasure. There’s a bulge forming on your lower gut. “Bet the sick fuck is in there, admiring your tight hole like he has a chance. But it’s my cock stretching it open.” Norton’s words tumbled into gravely, cough-broken laughter. His grip on you tightened and suddenly he was fucking you faster, harder. “I’m gonna make you scream, too, so everyone who’s left can hear it. The ones stuck in the chairs over there will know—everyone in both manors is gonna know you’re mine.”

You were quickly devolving into the sounds he wanted, stuck, mid-air, being wrecked by his powerful thrusts. Beneath you, his shoes caught stray drips of your saliva and slick.

“That’s right,” he growled. “Just like that. I’m only getting started, babe.”

Aesop

Warnings: consensual drugging implied (this is not safe even if consensual, don’t try it irl folks), restraints, toys

Everything is warm, no, hot, hot, and swimming like a desert mirage.

“Can you still hear me?” Aesop’s voice calls with a brassy echo. “If you understand me, say ‘yes’.” Trying to speak sends a surge of heat up through your sternum, so what comes out was only a garbled whimper. Aesop steps around his worktable, where you’re tied down in all your naked glory, and comes into shimmering view. His favorite mask is still on, but his eyes have the squint of a gentle smile to them. “I see. I’m going to check your vitals, please try not to squirm too much.” He holds your wrist, presses something ice-cold to your elbow, your chest, your ribs. The freeze contrasts the lava in your veins. A nitrile-gloved hand pinches one of your hardened nipples and draws a sluggish yelp from your throat.

“Good, you’re fine. And you don’t seem to dislike it,” Aesop muses while he massages you. “Since you’re not able to speak reliably, I’m going to stick to what we agreed on beforehand, alright? Nothing more.” He leans down and presses a masked kiss to your forehead before stepping out of sight again. There’s wobbly sounds of metal clanking, and items being set on the table down near your hips. You manage to lift your heavy head just enough to see Aesop grab the metal bar locking your knees apart and push it up, exposing you further to him. His other hand rubs the underside of your thigh soothingly. “You’re already dripping, you know. I think we can skip most of the prep.”

He picks something up from the side, pops a cap. His eyes catch your effort to watch him, and he holds up a thick dildo for you to see, his hands slicking it with lube. “Let’s start with this one, yes?” Even in your daze, you’re certain he’s smirking under his mask. The head of the toy slides against you, and you’re suddenly, acutely aware of the great need pulsing in your body. You were hot before, but now you’re on fire, shivering, gasping, desperate for Aesop to go from rubbing to moremoremore.

And you get your wish. Aesop pushes the thick toy into you all at once and hits the perfect spot. You quiver against the table, babbling praise as full-body shutters rattle your restraints. The room spins more and more as you come, and Aesop’s calm, muffled voice wrapping around you like a blanket. One of his hands rests against your lower stomach, thumb stroking your pelvic bones. You’re not sure if it’s supposed to be soothing or teasing.

“That was beautiful,” Aesop says, sounding breathless. Wet squelches also reach your ears, followed by more shocks of pleasure. He’s still fucking the toy into you. “But we’ve got an hour still, give or take. So please show me that again, as many times as you can.”

#idv x reader #identity v #aesop carl x reader #ithaqua x reader #fools gold x reader #luchino diruse x reader #idv professor #idv embalmer #idv night watch #idv fool's gold #spicy content #turbulentscrawl

[lahilden]

Troja Palace

Troja Palace is located in Troja in Prague’s northwest borough in Czechia. The Baroque chateau was built in the late 17thcentury for the Counts of Sternberg. Work on the structure began in 1678 to 1695 but halted in 1685 due to fear of the plague. The palace is known for its red and white exterior and terraced gardens. The palace houses the Prague City Art Gallery with 19th century modern and contemporary Czech art. The gardens have fountains, sculptures, apple trees, and geometric patterned hedges. The house has two wings and an ornate Baroque staircase with figures of dueling Olympian gods and Titans. The interior boasts extensive frescoes. The main hall’s ceiling depicts legendary scenes from the Habsburg dynasty and their victory over the Turks. The cellar serves as a wine museum where visitors can sample and purchase Czech wine. The chateau underwent extensive restoration work in the 20th century, and preservationists continue to try and save the exterior staircase as it’s plagued by moss, lichens, and algae. Troja Palace is open to the public. 

#troja palace #CASTLES #palaces #chateaux #prague #Czechia #hedgemaze #museum #czech republic #gardens

[dailyadventureprompts]

Planescape: The Inclementus Convolution

It is simple as hells go, there is the snow, the walls, and the shape of things that will haunt you for the rest of your days

It appears first as a troubling dream, endless anxious wanderings through a frigid and featureless maze. While most shrug off these visions others sink into a deep and restless malady, possessed by recurring feelings of being cold and lost. For some the dreams deepen, overtaking their waking life until they sink into an unwakung torpor, others are compelled to walk: seeking out winding alleys or wintry landscapes in the hope of finding a way OUT of the maze, only to find themselves transported to it bodily.

Occult scholars of dream and dimension have named this phenomenon the Inclementus Convolution, and conjectures on its purpose and original architects feature in many a forbidden tome. What these dabblers have failed to understand is that the convolution is not a thing of artifice but part of a great unknowable entity, which uses the maze to filter-feed from the multiverse the way a great whale uses baleen to trawl the sea. While the exact nature of this entity will be discussed below the cut, whats far more interesting is how the appearance of this dream labyrinth affects the lives of others.

A series of disappearances has the party tracing the city’s backstreets tracking rumours of a slaver gang or some kind of monstrous presence. Imagine their surprise when they not only find one of the lost individuals wandering in fevered confusion, standing before an alley from which unseasonable snow billows. 

Nearly swept up in the convolution as a child, a minor noble has bent the wealth of her station towards determining the meaning of that traumatic vision, becoming a notable patron for adventurers as she sends them off to explore various ruins or gather scraps of potentially relevant lore. The party are hired by her for a mission, but weeks later when they return from their delve they find that her estate has fallen prey to an otherworldly influence. They’ll need to brave the twisting halls of her manorhome and the hedgemazes that sprawl across the grounds if they want to get paid, and maybe rescue their hapless benefactor in the process. 

A fairly simple bounty mission to track down an occultist hiding in the mountains and bring him back alive quickly goes out of control after he opens a portal to the convolution inside his cell, transforming the surrounding guard barracks and its prisons into an eacheresque tangle backing onto an eldritch landscape. With other prisoners looking desperately to escape and panicking guards looking to arrest everyone they don’t recognize, will the party be able to escape before the whole structure is subsumed into nightmare?

The entity at the centre of the maze is seldom seen by those lost with the expanse as the upper reaches of the towering walls are obscured by an omnipresent cloud cover. As such no earthly name has been given to it, as the miles long tendrils it sends skulking through the corners are often confused for individual lifeforms which some call. It is not malicious, nor is it strictly sentient, it is simply a lifeform doing what it has always done to survive, nevermind that it involves pinching beings from across the cosmos. Creatures that die within the convolution desiccate, their bodies becoming dried out husks as the moisture within them is absorbed by the surrounding stone to feed the entity above and later join with the ever present snow, the built up condensation from innumerable victims across time.

Future Adventures:

Lost souls from many worlds have left marks on the walls of the convolution, pleas for help, attempts to map a way out, epitaphs and memorials from those that knew their end was near. One of these happened to be a sage with secret knowledge most relevant to the party's ongoing struggles, meaning if that they want to find it for themselves they're not only going to have to find their way into and through the labyrinth, but also Ariadne their way back out after finding and deciphering the message he left.

Though very little can survive long in the endless halls, there are some interdimensional oddities that have managed to persist around the fringes, carried from one world to the next as the Inclementus seeks out new victims.

The most fearful of these passengers are a remnants of an alien empire known as the Tssol who were led into the convolution when their god-prince decided to lead his people into the otherworld following a "holy vision" (and the encouragement by his less theisticly inclined siblings looking to clear a path to the throne). The survivors of this royal expedition have endured for centuries by by carving their city into the oldest walls of the labrynth, where the entity's fleshy stalks merge with the endless walls. They worship it, subsisting from the meat sloughed off as it grows and using the remains to feed fungal farms, counting themselves blessed for following the god-prince's vision. Those that stumble into the maze are of particular interest to them, as individuals affected by Inclementus influence are capable of wandering in and out of the aberrant realm allowing the Tssol warriors to ride out and launch raids on other worlds.

#dnd #d&d #mid level #low level #dungeon #lovecraftian #abberations #city #noble #planescape #hell #bounty #bounty hunting #occult #dungeons and dragons #ttprg #pathfinder #horror #spooky #eldritch

[bogleech]

I had a dream last night that you made a sexy pin-up girl that was a colony of carnivorous plants, but she wasn't cartoony or stylized. It was just a bunch of anatomically correct carnivorous plants arranged to look like a lady- no parts added, no parts subtracted. I think the only stylized part was that plants, in full or in part, were scaled up or down to sell the illusion. I remember the torso was a sundew with two large stalks/dewdrops as 'boobs' and that her backside was the opening of a pitcher plant as a 'bustle'. Her head was a venus flytrap. And when I say 'made' I mean literally constructed. The main bulk of the dream was that I was running around a hedgemaze, you were just off to the side in one of the larger chambers with your creation trying to convince some guy not to put his dick in the pitcher plant or it would melt off. The plant lady was alive but she'd only giggle and never spoke. It was like a weird cameo.

yeah that guy can just HIT THE ROAD bc my daughter gets only good quality wholesome meats* not just any trashy junk!!!!

*congressmen but mostly mcnuggets

[zetasann]

sunk t. hedgemaze

#different style than usual #sonic #super sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedghog fanart #sonic fanart #sonic fandom #sonic adventure

[diamo-chan]

Just one tiny long hc scenario

Imagine moving in with Felix into Blackthorn manor for whatever reason...because it feels more comfortable living in a house rather than an abandoned icy castle. Everyone makes you feel welcome, except for Escell. Its not even anything he says -even though he says plentily too much - it's his whole aura. To make matters for him remaining staff members treat you as a part of the family, which means with the same autoritary respect. So you're sitting at the table being served by Withersby, have all your wishes granted at hearts degree and don't need to worry or do anything while escell looks at you from across the table the way one would look at a cockroach sitting on an extravagant buffet.

Personally, ignoring Escells existence, I would feel terrible if there was a butler taking care of my stuff. I'd at least want to help. So MC goes to Withersby to ask if there's anything they can assist him with, any kind of work that he might put onto them, so he can do more important stuff. At first, he is reluctant because, pray tell, what if anyone of the anguis house sees that he's treating a guest like a maid/servant. But MC is persistent, and they mean well, so the old man gives in.

He shows them how to do whatever task he chooses, whether its paperwork or cleaning one of the rooms in the long abandoned wing of the mansion, putting the paintings and inventory back to place, trimming in the garden to redesign the hedgemazes layout or setting the table before meals. All without speaking of cause, which doesn't make the task of learning easier but... it goes well over time, and theres always a smile on th butler's face when he sees them.

Still, Escell continues being an arrogant jerk... because it's in his essence to be a prick to possible love interests (*mistakes*) of his children. Until at some point, Withersby brings the Archmage a strong cup of coffee to work through the night. The mage finds a little note on the tray under the cup that reads, "If you continue being rude to MC, I will spit into your food."

And Escell looks up to the Anguis butler in shock, but the elderly man has a perfectly neutral and calmly threatening pokerface.

While Withers may not blame Escell for what happened 20 years ago, he was still a part of the Anguis staff long before young Escell joined the house. And there are certain rules and standards to uphold... such as manners.

After all, he noticed the looks Felix has been throwing MCs way for weeks. The necromancer's never subtle enough for the butler to miss the hints. And he will not have the bitter, salty, divorced noble treat a possible future member of the anguis household with such disrespect.

#i want some salty Withers #putting Escell in his place #mc and withers bonding time #the stories he could tell #the urge to gossip must be strong #i picture that he is magically restricted from speaking after the incident #withers putting salt into escells coffee at a meeting #because he cannot make a scene with official guests and politicians around #last legacy #felix iskandar escellun #escell mirun #last legacy headcanon #can this be counted as a headcanon? #im just trying to share my brainworms

[shirecorn]

Discord was kept in the castle gardens in Canterlot, if I recall right. Celestia just plonked him into the hedge maze sjdnsjdnjs

hedgemaze where ponies go to canoodle in secret

#ask

[anonymous-dentist]

Just read through your qsmp ghost au and I was wondering, did Tilin die before or after Quackity died?

Also are the French there? If so how did baghera die?

How did Bobby decided that Jaiden and Roier where his parents?

Feel free to ignore any and all questions lmao

Tilin and Bobby died about twenty years before Quackity did. She latched onto him IMMEDIATELY, and he didn’t exactly do the same.

Meanwhile Bobby and his parents got along immediately. He died when Tilin did back in the 70s, and so he got to actually watch Roier for a bit before Roier died, and he secretly thought Roier was so cool. But he didn’t really approach him until Jaiden died because she was literally just so much cooler than Roier ever was. Jaiden and Roier got along really well almost immediately, and Bobby decided right then and there that they were going to be His

And the French? Plane crash, of course. Tiny little private plane owned by Pierre’s family ran into unexpected turbulence above the hotel and crashed into the hedgemaze Roier died in. Everyone died immediately upon impact, thankfully.

#asks! #anon! #qsmp ghost au