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I saw my friend making a Sonic oc earlier today, and that made me think, maybe I should make one. And then maybe commission someone here to draw it because I can’t do it myself? That would be cool, and then I would finally have an actual oc (besides that dnd one I’m making).
 
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I’ve seen some people posting about how they miss 2015, and really? NO. Literally the worst year of my life and realized how mean and nasty people could be. I’m fine now, but me ten years ago is not the me I want to relive.
 
Last year for my birthday I asked my family if they could take me to the White House.

I'm not sure but it was always a bucket list thing for me. Glad I got to fulfill it.

Even if it was just gawking from the gate.

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Seeing the visually busy and messy character designs from "Hazbin Hotel" made me fear for how I design characters sometimes, as I'm afraid that I over-design my characters and have the design look overly complex at times when I draw the initial concept art of the character I'm making.

Also, I'm currently trying to come up with a game mascot type of design for my characters but I felt like I just couldn't hit the right notes doing so.
 
This is a bit dark…but open-casket funerals freak me out.

I’ve only been to a few. They were older relatives, and I guess open-casket is more traditional. When my Nana (great-grandma) passed, I was six, and during the wake I sat in the front row. I kept watching her, waiting for her to wake up. It looked so much like her. My little cousin showed up and said “Lady sleeping.” We didn’t understand what was happening. I mean, I knew Nana was gone, but seeing her again— in her favorite outfit —gave me an odd sense of hope.

Another one I was at, a kid went straight up to the casket and looked directly at the relative’s face. I don’t think I could do that. My mom said Nana made her do that once at someone’s funeral. (Maybe it’s an old-fashioned tradition?)

My grandpa had a funeral, but we were sick and couldn’t go. I didn’t learn until recently he donated his body for research. My first instinct was to be a little grossed out, but I’m glad he wanted to help medical students.

No wonder morticians are paid so much!
 
@QueenCobra

Spoiler tagging in case anybody might suffer anxiety from morbid topics such as death.

Yeah that's a tradition called 'the viewing' and my family does it too. Granted, we were never forced to approach the body. My mother outright won't do it.

Embalming can sometimes make them look doll like and unrecognizable. I don't really enjoy the tradition. For some people it's an opportunity to say goodbye. I'd much prefer my last memory of a person to be a living one and not of the corpse.

Oddly enough, I can remember the day my dad was found dead but I seem to have completely blacked out any memory of his funeral.

For the better I suppose.
 
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Yeah that's a tradition called 'the viewing' and my family does it too. Granted, we were never forced to approach the body.
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When my grandmother passed away I was really young and my mam didn't want me to see her, because my mam for a long time could only see the embalmed version of her grandmother for decades after seeing it as a teen. But my cousins mother forced them to look at our grandmother even though none of them wanted to and were crying about not wanting to. Seeing her body left them in shambles and it was also hard for them to unsee it.
 
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Since I was a kid the first responders didn't actually want me seeing the body of my dad, so they stood around and covered it as he was being transported.

My first actual experience with seeing the process of death was my grandmother in 2017. We stayed with her all night in the hospital and played her favorite music. She had lost her ability to speak but seemed very aware. When I got close and said my name, she gripped my hand very tight.

The funeral wasn't until an entire year later because the hospital wouldn't give back her remains. At that point the funeral was also much more difficult mentally. That's too much time between so it was like suddenly having to process it all again.
 
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The funeral wasn't until an entire year later because the hospital wouldn't give back her remains. At that point the funeral was also much more difficult mentally. That's too much time between so it was like suddenly having to process it all again.
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A year is far too long. We had to wait a few weeks for my aunt's body after she died because my mam had found her in her house dead. That was pretty rough, I thought I had managed to process it until the funeral when I broke down in front of family I'd never met :l

I can't even imagine how hard it was to have to relive someone's death with a funeral a year after it happened. Especially someone so close.
 
It turns out that there is a species of firefly called the winter firefly. They sleep in certain hardwood trees over winter. They also like maple syrup and can be a pest while tapping. I just thought winter firefly sounded neat and otherworldly.
I usually call the bugs lightening bugs, but firefly is shorter.
 
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