#fbrpland

Just found out one of my bridesmaids who recently had a baby died last month and I think part of my world collapsed. We just reconnected after years apart, and I moved across the country and was a state away from her, but I was giving her some room to be a new mom before I planned to finally storm her house this summer for our reunion. I missed her funeral. She was younger than me. Her baby was born in January.

I feel like I should reach out to our other friends from back in the day but also like that's a terrible thing to do after not talking to them, but everyone has pretty much abandoned Facebook and understandably her wife didn't directly reach out to me or I would've gone to the funeral.

I don't know what to feel or do. I loved this girl so much. So much of who I am folds back to when we were close. I know how much of an impact she had on me, and I feel like that means I should reach out to our other friends from back then to let them know too, but that also feels like overreach. I know I have to tag at least a few here. This isn't the kind of post I wanted to make about any of us.

Cookiepants, you have no idea how much you mean to me, even though I know I tried to tell you every now and then. I can't believe you're gone. I can't believe YGOTAS is still going. The Afterlife better have wifi for you.

I'll see you there someday, @ousamaa

MY SWEET CHILD. Uhh. Damn man. He’s aged five years in game. So RPland universe Bugsy!

Because I will lose it on my wall.

Tuia thingsfor me to not forget:

Tuia's husband got turned into a chimera and ate her kids in front of her and then exploded all over her, and she was Traumatized, and went to the palace because her village hates mages but didn't believe her and drove her out, and met Mali

Draws by meeee. 

Today was productive and I did drawing and jewelry. Not even sick can stop me.

LOOK MY CHARACTERS ARE INTERACTING.

Cough.

Took place two+ days ago. When Lugia showed up. Couldn't wrap it up to satisfaction, but oh well.

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Bugsy wasn't entirely surprised when Ho-Oh sank into bed an hour after he did, but he was surprised that the Phoenix didn't bother changing into his younger form. He rolled onto his side, as much to give the bigger male more room as to be able to face him. Ho-Oh's face was tilted away from him, hidden by a billowy red sleeve that more than covered half his pillow along with his face. The boy frowned a little. His companion was secretive, but he looked like he was hiding, and Bugsy didn't think he'd ever seen the Legendary do that before. 

"Fènghuáng?" 

Ho-Oh made a sound of acknowledgement, barely moving his sleeve enough to make eye contact. Bugsy's frown deepened, and he closed the distance between them, ducking under his arm and shoving his blankets out of the way. With Ho-Oh around, with how warm he always was, he didn't really need them. 

When Ho-Oh still didn't respond, beyond settling into the pillow just that much more, Bugsy spoke again. "Are you okay...? You're being... distant." Still no response, and Bugsy pressed on. "Is it the construction?" 

"Forgive me," his voice was heavy, and Ho-Oh felt Bugsy's worry filter through their bond. Ho-Oh tried to smile down at the boy, and he combed long fingers through his hair. "The construction only bothers me with the noise. I don't mean to worry you."

That was something, at least, and Bugsy managed a smile in return, though it was short lived. His tendency to worry was as much a byproduct of the town he lived in as it was from his personality, and he really couldn't escape it. He sobered again, absently pulling his bangs back out of his vision. "Is it Ryuujin?" 

The Phoenix didn't need to respond--Bugsy felt the tightening in his chest without having to look for it, and he hugged the older male tightly. "I'm sorry. I just... I couldn't tell him not to stay. It wouldn't be right."

"I know your nature, Bugsy," Ho-Oh whispered, brushing his fingers through the boy's bangs. "You help your kind without reservation. I expect nothing less from you."

Something about that didn't quite sound like approval, and Bugsy sighed into his robes, closing his eyes. "I'd help him even if he weren't my kind," Bugsy insisted. "But... if it's a problem for you, I'd tell him to go. I don't want anything to happen to you."

I did get it! I was going to message you separately so I'd still have it where I can get it again. <3 <3 I'm sorryyy, no paranoid. :c

FB RPland Malik, again!

1.  What does their bedroom look like?

It issss... not very clean. He and Jyou share the master bedroom in their apartment, and Jyou's mess facilitates his mess. Every now and then, one of them goes on a cleaning binge, so the closet is the household equivalent of a black hole. The bedframe and furniture are both black, and the bed is stupidly large. Malik has an oversized comforter for the bed, in dark blue, with patchwork designs all over it. There's a black one, too, and it's warmer, but it reminds him of when Jin picked the decor. 

There's an entertainment system with a sliding glass door, and he stows some of his stones and magick implements over there. He tries to keep his practicing quiet, even if it doesn't bother Jyou that much anymore. He has an altar on the roof. 

2.  Do they have any daily rituals?

Speaking of rituals-- actually, he's gotten really lax over the past few years. He used to try to pray in the mornings, and do spells, because he needed the grounding. But these days, he's more laid back, and his sleeping schedule is so ridiculous that he ends up crashing almost all morning, except when he has work. Since 'shower' is code for 'opportunity to jump Jyou for woohoo before work', he tailors his shower schedule to whenever's convenient for the rest of his household. 

5.  Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.) 

He's secretly meticulous about washing himself when it's on his own, but otherwise, he's kind of mellowed out about having a neurotically clean space--except for the kitchen, which he wouldn't put that much effort into if he weren't the breakfast guy. 

22. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

He likes doodling spell circles, even if he can't complete them without risking them setting off. He doesn't really draw all that much, even though he theoretically likes that, too. He doesn't have the patience for art. 

31. Most prized possession?