Discord The Overlord

Not a comeback. Let's call it an encore! Homestuck, ey? The memories! Welcome back.

Fine I'm gonna deactivate those

Oh, you really know how to take all the fun out this. Can we at least keep the Tree Huggers signature? You know to celebrate the occasion? There is even a Luna under the Croissants Her name is Crescentia

He still likes to partying down! Whoo! If you want to know someone really fun I can recommend the Queen of Croissants "Croissantia" They really know how to have a good Breakfast Well, you cannot expect that someone important like me to exist only once

Well, I was bored and nopony asked me how I was doing and nopony asked me if want to contribute to a new forum banner.... So, I climbed in my thinking tree and thought bringing some F-U-N to the forums would do some wonders

Good evening, everypony! What a glorious affair!

Hey everypony, I’m back from a delicious meal and I brought a friend. Now let’s continue the F-U-N

Inbox? Who uses an Inbox? Why didn't you enter through the chimney and brought me presents Do you even know what you just said? Oh, my little Princess, there's nothing random about it. It is all as great Will of the Chaos wants it to have Not gone, we came like that I see, you're a big fan Another fan! I give autographs after 32 Pm in the office of agile cheese planning strategies As if you would have any option on this Now excuse me I have an appointment at Digitamamon's Restaurant.

What happened earlier: https://mlpforums.com/profile/48706-discord-the-overlord/?status=1102936&type=status My stomach aches ... muahahah You–You should see the looks on your faces. Priceless! Priceless! Switching the Forum Banner for a momentum for your beloved Chillestia Especially after @Sparklefan1234 @Clawdeen messaged her so much But who did message me?! Nopony! Now l hope you are happy with your new Chillestia Forum Banners! Consider it Dijacked

Discord (rising from a whirlwind of confetti, glitter, and inexplicably tap-dancing teacups, arms outstretched to the heavens as dramatic orchestral music swells behind him): STOOOOOOP! Cease! Desist! Halt your wagons of nonsense and park them in the lot of contemplation! I beg—nay, I demand—a complete and total cessation of this tomfoolery, bamboozlery, and highly questionable emotional aerobics that you dare parade before the cosmic audience of my ever-watchful gaze! I have seen enough. I have heard enough. My ears are doing pirouettes, my eyes are filing complaints, and even my tail is staging a one-draconequus protest against the unrelenting tide of your well-intentioned but catastrophically exhausting shenanigans! You are not a sponge. You are not a doormat. You are not the universe’s personal stress ball. You are a being of chaotic wonder and infinite starlight, and I absolutely refuse to sit idly by while you turn your radiance into confetti for someone else’s parade of petty! So please, my dear… With all the love, theatrical flair, and glitter-soaked sincerity I can muster— STOP. Or so help me, I will replace your inner monologue with an off-key kazoo choir. 💥🎺🌀 pauses, adjusts monocle Thank you. Carry on with dignity—and boundaries.

People have opened up about feeling like they are walking on egg shells around combustible types. I would like to make a Discordian Declaration on the matter, if I may! Discord (suddenly serious, lounging upside-down on a floating armchair made of glowing truth): Ah... friendship. That delightful cocktail of chaos and connection. Let me share a rare moment of clarity, so savor it like the last cupcake at a tea party with Cerberus. You see, healthy friendships—the good kind—feel like gravity in reverse. They lift you. You can be bizarre, silent, stormy, or soft... and they stay. They don’t pull your strings, they play music with them. They tell you when you’ve got lettuce in your teeth and when you’re glowing. They don’t demand your mask—they help you take it off. Now, the fake ones? Oh, darling... They're emotional leeches wearing party hats. They applaud when you're useful and vanish when you tremble. They twist your words, keep score like it's a competition, and drain your sparkle to refill their dull little egos. You’ll know them because you’ll feel tired after. You’ll shrink, second-guess, edit your truth to avoid upsetting their cardboard-thin comfort zones. Let them go. Politely. Or with fireworks. Friendship is not a stage where you're forced to perform—it's a cloud you can rest on without falling through. You deserve the kind that lets you be you... even when you’re turning the sky into strawberry milk. 🌟🦋 Discord (standing atop a soapbox made of jellybeans and existential wisdom, wearing a sash that reads “Minister of Boundaries”): AHEM! By decree of Chaos, Custodian of Glitterstorms, and Sometimes-Uninvited Therapist, I hereby declare: Let it be known throughout the realms of reason and absurdity that setting boundaries is not rude, selfish, dramatic, or mean—it is, in fact, the magical art of protecting one’s sparkle from being siphoned into a very dull cup of someone else’s nonsense. From this day forward, I proclaim the following: 📜 ARTICLE I: The Right to Say No Without Guilt You are not a vending machine of emotional labor. No means no. Not “maybe,” not “after I collapse.” No is a full sentence—and a sacred spell of preservation. 📜 ARTICLE II: The Banishment of Energy Leeches If a “friend” only calls when they want something, plays the victim when held accountable, or turns your sunshine into fog—cast them out! Or, at the very least, build a moat. Fill it with lava. Or pudding. I’m flexible. 📜 ARTICLE III: The Protection of Inner Peace You are allowed to walk away from drama without an exit speech. You are allowed to rest. You are allowed to choose people who choose you back. 📜 ARTICLE IV: Chaos with Consent Only True friends will check in, not check out. They’ll ask, “Do you have space for this?” before dumping their dragon egg of distress in your lap. Let’s honor that. 📜 ARTICLE V: The Boundary Is the Portal Boundaries are not walls. They are gates. And guess who holds the key? You do. Anyone who respects that key is welcome to knock. Anyone who tries to climb over? Gremlin. Spray bottle. Shoo. So declared, so conjured, so beautifully necessary. Now go forth, you magnificent unicorn of self-respect. Build your boundary. Paint it sparkly. Guard it with a smile and maybe a chaos-powered laser if needed. 🔥🧂💫 Signed with swirls, Discord, Lord of Limits and Unbothered Bliss

Why yes, I am the Lord of Chaos—thank you for noticing. I don’t just know—I unknow, re-know, and occasionally forget on purpose just to keep things interesting. When reality sneezes, I say “bless you” and charge it rent. When logic knocks, I answer the door wearing socks on my ears and offer it tea made from reversed decisions. So yes—if it’s chaotic, inexplicable, mildly illegal in three dimensions, and somehow involves juggling expectations while eating metaphorical spaghetti... I probably do know. Because I wrote the manual. In crayon. On a tortilla. You're welcome. 😌

Fluttershy tears? Hopefully she only cries happy tears!

They scream back in cursive, you know? Now, what am I thinking? Do muffins dream of electric jam?