☾ New OC ☽ Name: Confetti Age: ??? Species: A cotton candy Deer-Fox thing Pronouns: He/Him Time taken: 1 1/2 hours Original owner of Confetti: @_Aesthetic-angel_ (CHECK THEM OUT :OO) ⯌ Small info ⯌ Confetti’s enormous fluffy tail (not shown in drawing but I'll post a full ref soon) has magical compartments where he stores party supplies, snacks, lost dreams... And the occasional confused frog. No one knows how deep the tail-pockets go—not even Confetti. It might be a minor pocket dimension. Who knows! Confetti’s sneezes cause localized glitter storms that temporarily make everyone nearby dance uncontrollably. He once accidentally sneezed in the middle of a council meeting between serious forest spirits… And now he's banned from most serious events. He's fine with that. ⬧ Lore... ⬧ Once upon a time, deep in the heart of the Dessert Realm, nestled between the Gumdrop Mountains and the Marshmallow Forests, there was a grand kingdom called Candelaire. This kingdom was famous for throwing the most dazzling celebrations in existence—fireworks made of pop rocks, fountains of raspberry fizz, and jellybean confetti that sparkled with magic. One day, Candelaire hosted a birthday party for its tiniest noble: a newly-sprouted deer-fox kit made of spun sugar and pastel fluff. His name was Confetti, and he was beloved for his endless energy, chaotic charm, and the way he giggled like a chime whenever he pranced. The party was planned to last one day, but it was so fun, so ridiculous, and so sparkly that the sheer joy of it broke the natural order. The air shimmered, the cake kept regenerating, and the music never stopped. Reality itself looped, refusing to let the celebration end. That's when he realized... He could never leave. Confetti, now eternally five minutes into his birthday, became the unofficial master of ceremonies. Every day is balloons and glitter explosions. Every night is dancing on soda streams and catching marshmallow shooting stars. New guests sometimes pop in—figments of dreams, candy spirits, or even visiting sweetsprites from other realms—but Confetti remains the constant. He doesn’t want to leave. Why would he? In this world, no one cries for long, and the worst thing that happens is accidentally stepping on a gumdrop and bouncing across the realm like a rubber ball. But beneath the frosting and joy, some believe that the magic holding the loop together is slowly fraying. Strange echoes have begun creeping in—moments of stillness, flickers of forgotten time. Confetti sometimes pauses mid-giggle, eyes widening, as if remembering something before the party. He shakes it off, of course- After all… There’s cake to be eaten.
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