(head in hands) I’ve had the graveyard project in my head for about 24 hours and it’s already unraveled into three edits, seven OCs, two vague subplots to run through the stories, and zero (0) good title ideas
Some more random facts since I’m apparently liveblogging this whole thing like an idiot:
Annihila was raised at the cemetery but lived with her uncle and his husband for a few years to attend public school, until she decided she didn’t like it (”But mooooom, everybody is so loud and boring!”) and was allowed to be home-schooled.
Ghosts and spirits are the same thing but like... spirits are older and/or more pretentious. They’re the ones who take Being Dead And Foreboding very, very seriously, and quote Inferno out of context; whereas ghosts are the ones that like to steal Annihila’s sheets and yell “CASPER COSPLAY COME GET IT” at 3am and will, like, paint the rosebushes a subtly off-shade color in the middle of the night and place bets to see how long it’ll take Annihila to notice
They place bets using tarot cards. Tarot cards are the currency of the entire graveyard. They’re dead, so who cares if they piss off the fates by being ““disrespectful””?
Ghosts can and will leave the cemetery.
Spirits can and will drink all of Annihila’s wine if she doesn’t guard it carefully.
Annihila can and will move the troublesome undead to the shitty parts of the cemetery if they don’t behave themselves.
She doesn’t know anything about her father. Her mom said he was dead, but if that was true where was he buried, and why didn’t his spirit come visit? Is he really dead? Is he even human?? Who knows. Not her.
There is something odd at work in the forest beyond where she dumps the mafia’s bodies but it has never revealed itself to her
Sometimes it tries to enter the graveyard
One of these days it’s going to get in