necroyalty: (we're so sorry skeletons)
necroyalty ([personal profile] necroyalty) wrote in [community profile] prismatica2019-11-30 11:56 am

un: undyingsoul | text, forward-dated to during charity thing

Well, that was certainly an ordeal if I've ever seen one.

The twelfth month is upon us, and while I'm aware that many of you have your own customs that you may choose to observe at this time, I'd like to check to see if any of you would be interested if I were to share one of my own - and, perhaps, incorporate any of the myriad traditions of those here who wish to revel with me.

For it was deep into the twelfth month long ago when an evil god descended upon my world and sought to destroy all of order and creation, only to be beaten back and sealed away. And thus, every year we commemorate this victory by purging the chaos deep within ourselves to begin the next year anew.

The Feast of Misrule isn't a personal favorite of mine, but my brother and daughters have all loved it ever since they were children. And I thought the same could be said for some of you here.

If you're interested, it involves playing all sorts of practical japes on those who wish to celebrate, as well as spectator combat for those of a rowdier disposition. Making yourself sick with food and even sicker with drink isn't demanded, but it is highly encouraged, as well as whatever mischief and depravity you can come up with. I could go on for ages about the minutiae of the traditions, but I'd rather answer specifics as they are questioned.

If you're willing to help organize such a beautiful disaster, I'd also love to hear from you.

edle_gestalt: (oh hey)

[personal profile] edle_gestalt 2019-12-05 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Goodness, I am delighted to hear that. There are many who are not from my home that find it to be a frightening custom, particularly in contrast to the wholesomeness of the rest of the season. But that contrast is the very purpose. In lore he accompanies a saintly figure, who gives out treats to the good children (which is really all of them, but saying so spoils the suspense, not to mention disciplinary incentive). That all happens on his feast day, children leave their shoes outside the door overnight, and he comes and places sweets and gifts in them in the morning. But the night before that is when there are parades for the demon, masks and full fur suits with bells and chains are donned, and onlookers are swatted at with soft branches. It's all so broad that I cannot imagine being legitimately frightened by it.

I suppose I've seen a few upset children at the parades, but children get upset over everything.