#do not touch me! i am red death stalking abroad!

[haredjarris]

BREAKING: Red Death has fallen down the stairs at the Met Gala 2023!

[thescarleteagle]

“Do not touch me! I am Red Death stalking abroad!”

[potoshameblog]

wait guys hold on. one of those service dog do not pet vests but it says “do not touch me i am red death stalking abroad”

[kiera-just-kiera]

Kiera looks down at his hands.

“I am sure it would be difficult. I imagine your hand cramps often attempting to hand sew. But I much prefer to use the machine in any case. It’s such a helpful little gadget. I may have borrowed it from the costume department.” She smiles a bit, leading him into her sewing room.

It’s piled high with rich fabrics and beads and baubles. Threads and findings. It was a dragons horde of items.

And in the corner sat a few little boxes. Music boxes judging by the crank on the side.

In the centre of the room sat a mannequin on which was a beautiful low cut bodice. It’s fabric was a gorgeous red velvet which contrasted nicely with the black lace. It’s neckline had more lace and some glittering black beads to draw yet more attention to the cleavage that would be on display.

And on another mannequin was a matching red skirt which wasn’t quite finished. It had a long train which had gold lettering embroidered on it.

Touch me not for I am the red death stalking abroad!

“What do you think?” Kiera asked. “I have some false roses to add and more details and I must finish the skirt but…?”

@ask-kurt-wagnerandrpwithhim

Kurt lands in the middle of a busy Parisian street, and looking around he notices the distinct lack of modern infrastructure and abundance of victoriam era clothing, ruling out the possibility of some random renfair event. He's quick to notice he's being stared at and without even attempting to communicate he scurries off towards the nearest church grave yard to try and orient himself in his surroundings. He figures he's either in an alternate timeline all together or somehow he traveled back in time, both seeming just as likely to happen given his track record of messed up bamfs. Once he's figured out where he is he decides to go check the opera house, bamfing directly from the grave yard to the entrance of the catacombs that Kiera has previously shown him in the past

Kiera is sitting at her organ composing with Ayesha curled up in her lap. None the wiser of her future boyfriend’s arrival.

[infamouslydorky]

“Do not touch me! I am The Red Death stalking abroad”

[aftonfamilyvalues]

can you rate every dark multiverse Batman from the dark nights metal event

i dont know much about multiverse batmen but this one is interesting. hes his own batjokes! 10/10

aqua batwoman? interesting. 9/10

oh, im seeing a theme now. 7/10

thunder, thunder, thunder! 7/10

oh, hes beefy. big boy. 8/10

eh. 5/10

DO NOT TOUCH ME! I AM THE RED DEATH STALKING ABROAD! 10/10

[komala-scientist-archived]

" 'Do not touch me. For I am red death, stalking abroad.' " Hyde chuckled as he recognized the outfit from a book, looking over the ambitiously ostentatious suit and then eyeing the owner. "Did you make that yourself?"

Some one got it! He was just tickled. “I got it from costuming when I preformed with the theater dance troupe in Malie. They let me keep it to, which was nice. You look like you stepped right from another work by this author. Very dashing.”

[haredjarris]

my friend @piraterafe immediately after i showed him photos of phantom as red death

[kiera-just-kiera]

I focus on tying the laces together.

“Oh Aaravos you do flatter me~” I reply playfully before walking over to the gown and pulling it carefully over my head.

“I shall meet you in the parlour.” I reply as I Don my gown and veil.

He leaves as I pin the veil into place and add my wreath of red roses. As a crown overtop.

I complete the look with black lace gloves and know that I will doubtless be stared at tonight.

Especially since I refuse to wear my mask tonight.

I grab my cape that I embroidered with a warning

“Touch me not for I am the red death stalking abroad!”

And then after grabbing my drawstring bag, my fan and a single red rose. I meet Aaravos in the parlour.

I am smiling as I think of seeing my Christopher tonight.

I had given him a weeks time. To get his affairs in order. And tonight.

Well he had worn my ring all week.

And he had stayed away from the girl. Both were a good sign. Perhaps then. He had changed his mind. And would be my husband.

I absently tucked the rose into Aaravos’s lapel.

I had brought down to my little house on the lake a mirror. It was ornate and said to have come from a far away land. Of course in my obsession for mirrors I knew I had to get it. It was now sitting in the Louis Phillipe room. And had a white sheet covering it.

I left the room and when I returned I noticed that the sheet had fallen a bit and it glowed strangely. The mirror not the sheet.

“Hmm…” I padded softly over to the mirror. My gown swishing around my legs.

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