Changed blogs, moving things around. Feel free to follow.
Changed blogs. Roleplaying selectively and sparingly, but still alive. I’ve been wanting to get back into it. I
If you want the url, send an ask. I’ll be following a few of you when I get around to it and this time it will just be those who I plan to be active with. I haven’t even gotten my profiles up yet so not too soon.
While not leaving the fantroll community, I find no time to keep up with other’s rps and the dash. My job, which I constantly have panic attacks over, takes up all of my weekdays. The constant stress eats away at my creativity and motivation, and I think it’s making me more depressed then I should be, but in this economy I can’t really complain. Bills need to be paid, lolita needs to be bought. You know….
What this means:
What this does not mean:
She raised a eyebrow when he told her he left his heart. Did he mean his actual heart or meteorically? Well, it had to meteorically since he was undead, ghost…Or maybe both? She’ll have to ask later on about his origins and what he actually was. If he even remembers, most ghost she’s seen were always either confused on how they became a ghost, or really frustrated and angry on the topic of being dead. Then again, it seems as though he know he’s dead and has accepted his fate as being so. That, or he’s been dead for so long he doesn’t care anymore. Maybe there’s more like him! These ghost that can actually have a physical form! A whole new chapter and characters in the book of the dead! Maybe this experience could make her a better necromancer! Just the thought of that made her smirk to herself. She’ll definitely had to become friends with this…undead ghost thing.
"You can call me whatever you wish, nothing offensive though please."
She smiled, covering her mouth with the back of hand as she watched him grin at her sugar skulls. She actually made them herself, not that making sugar cubes was anything to brag about. All you needed was a mold, sugar, water, and some heat. She placed a few skulls and bones in her tea and smirked at the little skulls floating in her tea, slowly being dissolved into the darkish brown water.
“It originates from an opera I watched when I was a wiggler. I believe the English name for the oprea was…”
Her attention quickly turned from the conversation, to the sounds coming from the fidgety ghost in front of her. Was he not comfortable in the seat? She thought as she became slightly uncomrtable just from watching how uncomfortable Corvis was.
"Are…Are you okay? Do you need a better chair?"
Adjusted, he offered an awkward smile, a feature he had never quite outgrown from his early days as a pupa. It was soft, sincere, but charming in a odd way. When questioned, the troll sat up straight and shook his head, the doily slipping a little lower over his face.
"The chair is fine, I’m just, ah, never mind it."
Never one to discuss his current mood, the conversation would be changed, or at least attempted. It was very rare for Corvis to encounter another who held an interest, perhaps even a fondness, for death. It was a thing mostly feared by the living, which was understandable, if you held no power over it.
"So how did you learn you had powers? There’s normally a story behind that."
Deciding to be prompt and direct rather then wholly good and mannered, the limeblood sipped at the tea, not tasting it at all. Still, a formality was expected to be displayed.
|morbidtrolls wants the B:
-Cries- Happy birthday!!! I'm so mad I missed it by like a few hours!!! -hides in pit of shame-
Don’t be upset! OwO The fact you stopped doing something to write me well wishings is enough to make me happy. Thank you!