I hate funerals. I've been to a few, people I knew and people I didn't. The place always smells gross because of all the awful flowers, and there are too many people.
I recently got into a fight with my roommate because I said I wasn't going to go to my mother's funeral (I have informed my mother of this, btw.) It's not that I think funerals are bad or anything (considering the circumstances) I just don't like them. I mean, I'll plan it, pay for it, send out the invitations whatever. I have no problem with dead people and I'll go to the cemetery for the actual burial but the thought of having to be in a social situation after a loved one has died is unbearable, so I refuse to go to the ceremony.
Don't get me wrong, I love my mom. I've just decided that I won't go to any funerals from now on, because I'll either be too distraught over the person's death to handle being around people (ugh, my graduation party was bad enough), or I won't really care because I didn't know them that well.
Yeah so, now my roommate's convinced I'm a sociopath. People will say to me, "Well, how would you feel if your spouse/children/bestfriend didn't go to your funeral?"
Are you serious? I won't care, I'll be dead.
"But people need to grieve, they need closure." Seeing as it's my mother I think I have the right to grieve however I darn well please.
"Aren't you going to have anything to say in her remembrance?" Sure, and if you want to hear it you can come talk to me individually.
TL;DR: I'm an asshole who won't go to my own mother's funeral.
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I am passively interested.
Shucks don't worry about it, I'm good with the slow pace right now because I've been pretty busy too. It would be fun if we could get more players but for right now I think the three of us are doing all right. I'll also be going out of the country this November for about a month, and then Christmas is after that, I expect everything to slow way down because everyone will be so busy.
I keep thinking I should start up another RP, I have a lot of good ideas but I feel like as a GM I need to provide more structure for the players, but I think I overdid it in the last game I GMed because everyone abandoned. I really don't have the time but I guess I can dream.
I keep thinking I should start up another RP, I have a lot of good ideas but I feel like as a GM I need to provide more structure for the players, but I think I overdid it in the last game I GMed because everyone abandoned. I really don't have the time but I guess I can dream.
7/10 gotta love 8 bit shades
Sorta like "landmark characters" I get it. People who are just sort of associated with wherever it is they happen to live… kinda like Aergar already in a way. I've been thinking, since the fae are so creative and diverse in their interests, there's probably a lot of different subcultures among them. Perhaps some of them have an affinity for being small fairies while others are taller than the average human, since they can alter their appearances there could be clans that exist that all share a common trait like feathers or a tail or simply a color scheme. Just throwing that in there for a bit of ambience.
I am kind of wondering if the gypsies are a separate race or if they're like deviants from other races who've come together, interbred to create something like a new ethnicity or culture with nomadic tendencies. Excluding Ada though, because I think she's something else entirely, at least that's what Balthazar has alluded to.
I am personally a big fan of unicorns, but I will be uncompromising in my insistence that they be "dictionary definition" by which I mean Webster's definition of a unicorn as "a fantastic creature with the head neck and body of a horse, legs of a deer, and tail of a lion, with a horn growing from its forehead". But really, anything that's not the stereotypical horse with a horn. Unicorns are not horses, they are their own species and in this world it's cool if they're big, small, different colors, have more than one horns or differently shaped horns just as long as they're not horses.
That being said, I think a unicorn character would be interesting. A landmark character known for inhabiting some place in the north, maybe by the sea. Another good one might be a dragon who lives in the Jairo Mountains, guarding his hoard of treasure (that's not too cliché is it?) or maybe he just lives there, maybe he's an ice dragon that keeps the snowcaps on the highest mountains. I'd be game to come up with some lore.
I am kind of wondering if the gypsies are a separate race or if they're like deviants from other races who've come together, interbred to create something like a new ethnicity or culture with nomadic tendencies. Excluding Ada though, because I think she's something else entirely, at least that's what Balthazar has alluded to.
I am personally a big fan of unicorns, but I will be uncompromising in my insistence that they be "dictionary definition" by which I mean Webster's definition of a unicorn as "a fantastic creature with the head neck and body of a horse, legs of a deer, and tail of a lion, with a horn growing from its forehead". But really, anything that's not the stereotypical horse with a horn. Unicorns are not horses, they are their own species and in this world it's cool if they're big, small, different colors, have more than one horns or differently shaped horns just as long as they're not horses.
That being said, I think a unicorn character would be interesting. A landmark character known for inhabiting some place in the north, maybe by the sea. Another good one might be a dragon who lives in the Jairo Mountains, guarding his hoard of treasure (that's not too cliché is it?) or maybe he just lives there, maybe he's an ice dragon that keeps the snowcaps on the highest mountains. I'd be game to come up with some lore.
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Just wanted to say I got really excited reading this. I love this kind of world-building.
Haha thanks, I just watched season 2 and I was like "Ceil Phantomhive is more hardcore than we give him credit for, I want him in my set."
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Let me teach you a thing about Emanseria
Just wanted to say I got really excited reading this. I love this kind of world-building.
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Rax, your icon and sig has made my day. I am a HUGE fan of black butler
Haha thanks, I just watched season 2 and I was like "Ceil Phantomhive is more hardcore than we give him credit for, I want him in my set."
Kirin
The first sound she heard? How intriguing, Kirin thought. She tapped her lower lip thoughtfully. "My parents named me after the flowers that bloom in the box on our window each autumn, since Kiri flowers only blossom after the first frost, and I was born after the first frost." Duplo didn't seem like she liked either of them very much, but perhaps that was just the way she was. Some people, Kirin had learned, just always seemed put-off about something or other. Still she gave her best effort to be friendly. Looking over at Fritz she felt like she should try to include him too, since he was obviously more out of place than she. Being so distressed earlier she hadn't noticed really, but now standing beside him she could see he was definitely foreign. The way he talked was like an educated person, but his accent was funny, and his clothes were even funnier. Not to mention his spectacles. She'd never known a boy to wear spectacles anymore, only old men who couldn't see without them. An amusing thought crossed her mind: what if he was old and only looked young? But no, he was definitely the age he looked, she could tell, as opposed to Aergar who looked young but was certainly old. There was just something different about masked age.
"What about your name Fritz, where did you get it? I've never heard it before either, it's so funny!" She laughed a little, a bright tinkling sound that wasn't quite human, but of course, she was a fae.
Aergar
"Ah," Aergar rocked back on his heels, "The outside world you say?" There was a twinkle of amusement in his eye, "What would I know of such things? The forests are my home and I am content to stay within them. But I hear rumors once in a while. Travelers talk too loudly, thinking no one is around to hear. How careless, even trees have ears, figuratively speaking." He chuckled as if he'd made some clever joke, white teeth flashing in the firelight. He followed her to the felled tree trunk, passing off his empty flagon as he went, and while she sat quite regularly he perched on his toes in a squatting position at one end, resting his hands on his knees, methodically tapping his long fingernails on them in time to the music.
"Interesting choice of companions." He nodded toward the children who were obviously annoying her rabbit friend. He giggled childishly, eyeing Fritz. "Especially that one. Did you know he thinks he's an alchemist? Not especially smart-looking but he's got a sharp wit, though I forgot about him till I saw him here with you. That reminds me, did you know Hiol, that perverted little satyr in the southern glade? He's dead. Wanna know who killed him?" He was getting excited, as if this were a juicy piece of gossip. Well, it was to him. He didn't wait for Ada to ask though. Instead, he bent close and cupped his hand to her ear and whispered, "Phrenesis."
Sitting back he giggled again delightedly. "Tore out that poor bastard's heart. And he's after you again of course. I am ever so curious to know why he's so obsessed. I never thought you to be terribly interesting…" He let one leg hang over the curved side of their current seat. Tilting his head, he gave her a sidelong look, amber eyes half-lidded and lips curled slightly into a lazy smile. His demeanor changed suddenly from one of jittery excitement to a calmer, smoother temperament. "But…" He bit his lower lip enticingly, those glittering eyes giving her a quick once-over, "You do have some extraordinary characteristics, and I'd be willing to bet hidden talents too." Resting chin on palm, he gave her a small, innocent smile. "In fact, I would say it is your mysterious nature that is so incredibly alluring. Or does that old ghost know something about you that I don't, hmm?"
The first sound she heard? How intriguing, Kirin thought. She tapped her lower lip thoughtfully. "My parents named me after the flowers that bloom in the box on our window each autumn, since Kiri flowers only blossom after the first frost, and I was born after the first frost." Duplo didn't seem like she liked either of them very much, but perhaps that was just the way she was. Some people, Kirin had learned, just always seemed put-off about something or other. Still she gave her best effort to be friendly. Looking over at Fritz she felt like she should try to include him too, since he was obviously more out of place than she. Being so distressed earlier she hadn't noticed really, but now standing beside him she could see he was definitely foreign. The way he talked was like an educated person, but his accent was funny, and his clothes were even funnier. Not to mention his spectacles. She'd never known a boy to wear spectacles anymore, only old men who couldn't see without them. An amusing thought crossed her mind: what if he was old and only looked young? But no, he was definitely the age he looked, she could tell, as opposed to Aergar who looked young but was certainly old. There was just something different about masked age.
"What about your name Fritz, where did you get it? I've never heard it before either, it's so funny!" She laughed a little, a bright tinkling sound that wasn't quite human, but of course, she was a fae.
Aergar
"Ah," Aergar rocked back on his heels, "The outside world you say?" There was a twinkle of amusement in his eye, "What would I know of such things? The forests are my home and I am content to stay within them. But I hear rumors once in a while. Travelers talk too loudly, thinking no one is around to hear. How careless, even trees have ears, figuratively speaking." He chuckled as if he'd made some clever joke, white teeth flashing in the firelight. He followed her to the felled tree trunk, passing off his empty flagon as he went, and while she sat quite regularly he perched on his toes in a squatting position at one end, resting his hands on his knees, methodically tapping his long fingernails on them in time to the music.
"Interesting choice of companions." He nodded toward the children who were obviously annoying her rabbit friend. He giggled childishly, eyeing Fritz. "Especially that one. Did you know he thinks he's an alchemist? Not especially smart-looking but he's got a sharp wit, though I forgot about him till I saw him here with you. That reminds me, did you know Hiol, that perverted little satyr in the southern glade? He's dead. Wanna know who killed him?" He was getting excited, as if this were a juicy piece of gossip. Well, it was to him. He didn't wait for Ada to ask though. Instead, he bent close and cupped his hand to her ear and whispered, "Phrenesis."
Sitting back he giggled again delightedly. "Tore out that poor bastard's heart. And he's after you again of course. I am ever so curious to know why he's so obsessed. I never thought you to be terribly interesting…" He let one leg hang over the curved side of their current seat. Tilting his head, he gave her a sidelong look, amber eyes half-lidded and lips curled slightly into a lazy smile. His demeanor changed suddenly from one of jittery excitement to a calmer, smoother temperament. "But…" He bit his lower lip enticingly, those glittering eyes giving her a quick once-over, "You do have some extraordinary characteristics, and I'd be willing to bet hidden talents too." Resting chin on palm, he gave her a small, innocent smile. "In fact, I would say it is your mysterious nature that is so incredibly alluring. Or does that old ghost know something about you that I don't, hmm?"
YOUR DOG IS SO CUTE I WANT IT
Kaga said
A friend of mine heavily hinted that she might be getting me a Tom Baker scarf for my birthday.Currently waiting for a package from her in the mail... :3
Puh-leeze, my grandmother knit me that scarf with her bare hands. Took her the better part of a year.
Well that's just disappointing
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