[castiiian]

halloween event
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agel goob

g1 | fur, hair, pupil shape (droplet shape)
g2 | ears, dripping goo
g3 | goo window (chest cavity)
t1 | halo, wings, tail, minor plant growth (grave moss)
t2 | additional wings, inanimate object growth (graves)

this goob seems to grow a human's method of mourning...
to enter for this goob, tell me how they mourn or honor the dead.


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[Griff]

username: Griff
prompt: Samuel is a firm believer in honoring the dead. When a loved one has passed, they will go out and buy a single blank candle, usually a white one but if the loved one had a color special to them it will be in that color instead. Then using a sharp tool of their own choosing, they will engrave the loved ones name into said candle, along with any sort of imagery that would remind them of that loved one. The candle is then rolled in incense, and crushed flowers important to the loved one. Lastly, they bring the candle to their altar to light, saying a few words in remembrance and wishing their soul and energy to travel well into the next world. Once the candle has finished, the remnants are molded into a single wax flower, and placed upon the loved ones grave or beside their urn.

[Sadcat]

username: CatOwU
prompt: Bur speaks with them, he has the ability to do so. He sobs over their death and he tries to keep in touch with the ghosts who have not yet been freed of their guilt. He also tried to help them accomplish their mission so that they can stop roaming around the earth alone. He tells their stories to the world.

[vympyre]

username: vympyre
prompt:

You didn’t actually think there would be anything after death, so you’re surprised when you become aware of the surreal feeling of a hard, frigid floor beneath you. When you open your eyes, you’re inside an unfamiliar building. Dim spotlights from above illuminate countless cases and displays around you, reminding you of a sort of gallery.

When you go to stand, you notice an old pocket watch by your feet. When you pick it up, you recognize it; the pocket watch your partner gave you for your one year anniversary, scratched up and well-loved from how often you’ve carried it on your person throughout life. You become lost in thought for a moment thinking about your partner, so much so that you don’t percieve the timid creature approaching you.

“Oh, hello!” says a staggered voice, and you look up to see a rather lanky green goob, dressed in professional yet comfortable clothing. “I thought I heard someone! Have you just arrived?” He offers you a hand, which you hesitantly grasp.

“Umm.. arrive where, exactly?” You ask, blinking with uncertain eyes. You rub the pocket watch in your hand; a self soothing method you picked up a long time ago.

The goob flushes in embarrassment, taking a hurried bow. “Oh, where are my manners!” He frets, “My name is Sylph, and you are visiting my museum!”

“A museum…?” You ask. With a grimace, you recall the last few moments before you woke up here; you were sure that was the end of it all. “B-but didn’t I just….”

“Die?” Sylph glances at you with a knowing look on his face, tilting his head. “Yes, you did. And now you’re here with me, in my museum.”
Ah, it all seems so simple when he puts it like that. The goob does not seem too shocked to have a dead person suddenly manifest in his museum, so this must happen frequently. “Is this…. hell?”

Sylph lets out a startled chuckle, shaking his head. “Hell? No, not at all.” Motioning for you to join him, he begins to walk down one of the halls of the museum. You follow.

The two of you pass by a great many number of cases and shelves. In one case, a beautiful set of jewels. On a homemade mannequin, a long dress of beads and lace shimmering underneath the spotlight. The curious museum contained anything from a fine set of china to a broken pair of glasses.

You walk in silence for a few moments, just experiencing the exhibit, before Sylph finally speaks, “There have been many spirits before you, you see. They come, the same as you, and then depart. For some it takes only a few hours; others come and stay for days.”

He stops in front of one display; atop a small shelf bathed in professional lighting sits a ratty plush bear. Sylph smiles sadly as he stares at it. “When they come, they bring things with them.”

You pause, clasping the pocket watch tightly within your grasp.

“Something important to them, that tethers them to their life before. A memento.” Sylph explains further, looking at the watch in your hand and then back at your face. “I keep them here in my museum, create dedicated displays to these mementos, so their lives are never forgotten.”

You turn to look at the teddy bear, studying it closer. Below the plushie is a plaque that reads “Lily, 11 years old. Her favorite bear ‘Mr Snuggles’, given to her by her father at a trip to the zoo.”
The two of you spend the next few hours exploring the museum. It feels like an endless labyrinth of rooms and hallways, but Sylph seems to know his way around perfectly. You can’t help but wonder how long he’s been here, making displays for souls in the loneliness of the empty museum. You tell Sylph about your life, about your partner, parents, siblings and how it all came to cease. Sylph listens dutifully, visibly eager to learn.

Eventually, the topic sways from your life and to what comes after. “So… what happens after this? After I leave the museum, I mean..”

Sylph smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Honestly? I'm unsure.”

“Well.. what do you think happens?”

“Rebirth, I'd hope.” His smile grows into a more genuine one as he continues, “I would like for everyone who has visited me to someday visit me again, and again.”

You smile with him, resting your hand on his shoulder. “I would like that too.”

It’s not long before you’re ready to move on. Sylph almost looks sad when you hand him your pocket watch, holding it gently and caressing it the same way you did. “Are you sure you’re ready?” He asks, looking up at you shyly, “I really don’t mind if you feel you need to stay a bit longer…”

“Nah, I'm ready,” you sigh, “I’ve got my soulmate out there somewhere, and I need to get a head start on finding them again. Besides, I’ll see you again someday, right?”

Sylph smiles, looking pleased. “Right.”

You’ve found an escaped goo!
Better return this lil guy to Rune…

[royalpoppy]

username: royalpoppy
prompt: honors the dead every sahmain. holds a seance to communicate w them. leaves a seat at the table and food for them. puts a white candle in windowsill to help guide them to the afterlife.

tbc w more detail...

[sashiyaki]

spectating

[hjarta]

username: hjarta
prompt:

This goob has a bounty of empathy on their shoulders upon entering a graveyard. It's said that they feel the emotions of the dead with each passing grave, taking long, depressing strides through the grass to emote with ones who have passed over. Their tears may fall and soak the earth through to the soil so that those buried may feel the genuinity of mourning.

The goob will create themself a circle in the corner of the graveyard, surrounded in five lit candles and be seated amongst them. There they will lie and watch over the headstones for the night as the sky grows darker and the dewdrops reflect the moon upon the blades of grass below.

[rem sleep]

username: rem sleep
prompt: people have been whispering for awhile now about a gloomy agel that looms around the local cemetery... they're somewhat of a local cryptid, never being seen in full by anyone still among the living. in some photographs one can see their halo, a bit of a wing, the tip of their tail... sometimes their silhouette looms in the background of an otherwise scenic photograph of that lonely cemetery. it's been more or less left to time for longer than sightings of the agel have been reported, though some still think the agel lurking there is a malevolent spirit that drove the staff of the graveyard away, taking the land for itself and its own devises. but you know how people are-- they often talk ad infinitum, without really knowing what they're saying. is this agel a specter? are they a poltergeist? an angry spirit tyrannizing the cemetery? a cryptid of the woods surrounding the grave? no one knows, and the truth is inaudible now, lost in the garble of empty rumors and half-truths.

the only one who knows what's true is the agel themselves, the one and only elysium. not the name one would expect for a grudging ghost or a wild crypt-- but that's because they aren't one. elysium is the lonely keeper of the forgotten graveyard. the last gravekeeper passed on without the knowledge of the village folk, who cared nothing for him. they lived their own busy lives and had no time nor love for those who cared for those who had passed on. the gravekeeper of before had only their young apprentice, elysium, to lay them to rest and take on their sacred role of protecting and overseeing the dead. this is how elysium became the guardian of this cemetery-- not through any foul play, though the whole affair was rather foul because none but elysium knew and remembered the old gravekeeper who had made many sacrifices in their life for others. this put a quiet resentment in elysium's heart for the villagefolk-- not enough to be malicious, but enough to keep to their own and not affiliate much with them. they grew their own plants in a secret garden in the wood that bordered the lonely cemetery and otherwise fended for themselves independently, as they had done when their mentor was still alive.

over time, elysium fully assumed the duties of their position, but it felt as though something was missing. honoring the dead and mourning them had always meant watching over their sacred resting places, protecting them from both human and spiritual intruders, and appreciating the loss that had occurred, but... elysium began to feel that more was needed. as they walked the empty premises of rock and moss, they read the names on the stones that no one came to visit any longer. they seemed... awfully lonely, elysium thought. awfully lonely indeed. it seemed that only elysium themselves remembered these names, and the stones looked sorrowful without any gifts from family to grace their surface.

elysium started tending flowers in that garden of theirs. they picked a good assortment of beautiful blooms and then, when they came to blossom, they took these flowers up in a bouquet and lay them one by one atop the tombstones on their nightly walks around the yard. and so, each night, the tombstones each had flowers to boast, for they were remembered and cared for by someone. the lonely gravekeeper felt more now than ever that they were doing their job-- that to remember those who everyone else forgot was what it really meant to appropriately mourn the dead. the loss had to be remembered by someone-- the names couldn't fade from the stones entirely. and elysium's role became the mourner for the forgotten-- the only griever to visit the forgotten cemetery.

[castiiian]

closed!
winner will be announced asap :3c

[castiiian]

thank you all for entering, and thank you for your patience on this goob's judging!
i enjoyed reading everyone's unique takes on the prompt, but there can only be one winner and...



“Something important to them, that tethers them to their life before. A memento.” Sylph explains further, looking at the watch in your hand and then back at your face. “I keep them here in my museum, create dedicated displays to these mementos, so their lives are never forgotten.”


our winner is vympyre!
i loved this lore and thought it was very unique, i'm interested to know more about the items in sylph's museum!
take good care of your goob!