#lorebase

[farewellfarevelle]

Sapling (Chris Alder) wishes you a happy day

Animation is difficult...

[ask-thirdbase]

Are there any other trans pastas?

Yeah!

I know Nina is trans, so is Ben, LJ is Dollgender, EJ is nonbinary

No one in this house is cishet i swear, lol

Even Slender is agender-

We're all queer here <3

[the-projectgaiaea-lorebase]

Astria Earthen: The Space Girl

"Oh how cruel is Fate, forcing me to abandon the stars to protect a pathetic vision. I swear, someone dear was there to bear the burden with me. How come I cannot remember a thing?"

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

“Y-Yeah, okay.” Steve nods, quickly grabbing up a notepad. It has a whole bunch of scribbles on the first few pages.

Whatever Soda used this pad for, it seemed to be things he quickly scrapped or decided against.

Steve finds a blank page and starts rushing down some addresses. “This first number is Buck's, he was a guy who kind of... uh, took Dallas in. Mainly whenever home was rough. He worked for him.”

“If you're going over there for Dallas' stuff, he might be a bit on the persistent side to know why yer wantin' it, but since you...” He pauses his writing, staring long at Caleb before looking back down and continuing. “...look so much like him, it may be easier.”

He writes down something underneath it. “He ain't got much of a grave aside from this real shitty piece of rock with his name on it, no one bothered to do much expense paying for it. But this is the address to the gravesight.”

He thinks for a minute. Shaking the thought away and writing some more. “This is the Curtis' house address. They're– were real good friends to Dallas. If you wanna talk to people and ask about him, ask those guys. Soda out there is a bit antsy, but... Ponyboy likes to talk.”

“He's the baby. You'll know him when you see him. If you do.” He sighs, ripping the sheet off and handing it over.

Steve sat there for a good moment, kind of just looking the kid over.

“Happy early birthday. If– if you wanna do anything to celebrate, we're open to... doing just that with ya. Dallas was family to us. You're family too.”

(A tall boy with platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and an elvish face. Identical to Dally. The boy is in jeans, a leather jacket, and a wifebeater with his hair greased.)

Heya I’m Caleb Winston and I’m looking for a Dallas? He’s my half brother and I ain’t seen ‘im since he left New York 8ish years ago.

Soda and Steve freeze up at the individual who stands in front of them, both equally shocked. And a bit terrified.

It felt like seeing a ghost.

“You– Dallas?” Soda struggled to get the words out. “Shit, fuck– uhm.”

“Oh, shit.” Steve just stared. “You ain't got half a clue, if you're looking for him, do you?”

Soda got up and left immediately, as to where he walked off to is beyond Steve. All that was noticable is he walked off with a pack of cigarettes clutched in his hands.

Steve held out an awkward hand. “I'm Steve. I, we... we were friends with Dallas. He–” Steve huffed. Soda left him with the difficult work. “God, I don't know how to break this to you.”

“Dallas passed away sometime last year.” It felt blunt in the way Steve said it, but it was obvious there was some emotional warble in the way he spoke.

Soda was stood outside the DX now, staring blankly out into the distance, holding a lit cigarette. Apparently he wasn't dealing with this.

Steve sighed. “I-I'm real sorry. Do you– what're you looking for, exactly? I can still... help.” He shrugs awkwardly.

“All of his stuff is still kept somewhere in Buck's, I think.”

[ozfi]

sv fandom wank 😔

i thought abt shen siblings stuff again and got mad even tho i was literally looking at mdzs shit. i think its xue yangs fault. anyway the point is that sj and sy are fundamentally different people and you cannot get one being raised in the environment of the other because then they just would not be the same people as they are. i have come across a single (1) sy-and-sj as family thing i enjoyed and it was sj being pretty much forced to take care of sy when theyre not related literally at all and its a really weird and strange coincidence that they apppear to be . does not help this au is used to make the ship incest also Like the fucking shapes you have to contort into...... tryhard shit

while i am on the topic i also dislike sy-is-sj-for-realsies for a lot of reasons canon and lorebased and otherwise but also because i like shen jiu too much to alter her personality so drastically sorry #haterade lbh knew on the spot that theyre fundamentally different people and even if sj 'improved' (was happier) she would still not be like sy

N u know what there is actually a severe drought of? sqh and lbh as mirrors, parallels, related, literally father and (daughter), author and creation etc . Tho maybe i just haven't looked in a while. Im sorry i am straight up not here for yaoi but for the relationship between author and creation, reader and text, author and reader, the inherent vulnerability of presenting a creation to the world and getting a response full of the receivers own heart, mind, and feelings......... Lets get into how obviously sqh is a child of either divorce or a couple that would have been intensely better off considering it

[askseb]

OOC: one, your artstyle fire as hell, two, are other Seb blogs allowed to interact? Assuming not, since this one is heavily lorebased, but thought i might as well ask :}

Ooc

Thanks :DDD I’d accept any ask, to be honest, or more just depends on whether or not I find the ask intruiging or not hehe - as for heavily lore based I do plan to stray from ingame lore at some point and shove my own in there :D

[sheepinthebigcity]

god the challenge that happens in tandem with rejoin/debut (presuming no quits/double elims) is gonna be SO funny because the challenge proper will be this daring adventure horror lorebaity challenge and the rejoin challenge will be 100% clownshit and if anyone tries to make it purely lorebased they're getting last.

[fragileizywriting]

okay wait i have one more gripe but this is nit picky and i think i can figure this one out somehow

please enjoy my nonsensical ramblings this is lorebased

(nsfw)

i didn’t know i was going to be involved with this fic after a year later so a bunch of shit that i kept writing after the original, trying to stay consistent, would’ve been better if i had done it a different way

that made no sense hold on let me try again

okay so the magic system for succubi i made? i wish i would’ve made it clear that it isn’t fluids inside their body that give them magic. i wish i hadn’t made it so that kissing them, giving them your spit or come made them more magical— i wish i had given them the act instead. which already happens. hugging a succubus, being close to one, socializing with them and they’re happy. sex, yes. socialization. giving a kiss on the forehead or on the ear should count just as much (especially to a romantic). i wish that i had made it where it’s “just sex, not the semen” that makes them get more magic (because this would’ve made it easier for aroace succubi in my opinion??? maybe that’s my ace coming through but i’m thinking of the hypotheticals here) make it easy on everyone and make it the act, not the fluid??? would make sense for big families to stick together and this looked fondly upon. COMMUNITYYYY

ALSO, HOW DO INCUBI DO IT THEN IF COME IS SO IMPORTANT, WHAT IF THEY DONT WANT TO RISK PREGNANCY (maybe i can make it so that even if they’re an incubus their fertility rates are really low??????? like chronically low???????? hmmmnnnnmgmnmmmnn but then what about felix in the spin-off :( ugh)

it’s about the different types of love, not the come!!! or it should’ve been. i can shove this into later fics, obviously, but the fact that i wrote myself into a box sucks

(but also it is kinda funny that marinette gets a caffeine rush whenever she gives a blow job, that’s really fucking cute)

also i kinda wish that, since i have done the come being magical route, i wish she didn’t have to actually consume it. maybe. i’m not sold on this, i like the scene where luka shoves his fingers into her to plug her up so she doesn’t lose food. i’ve never gone into super much detail but she really does absorb the come, which is kinda funny and i don’t know why, but that’s how i’ve been writing it. literally. is it like lotion??? does it absorb into skin???? why not take what you need and— i mean, you don’t need the come itself, do you??? these are questions i have and i’m not sure i’m prepared to answer them, which is why i gloss over it all the time

[huey-atalin199]

Hiee guyss I hope you remember this lady! I’ve finally made her introduction XD so let’s get into it. 

name: Kota Zatee Kee

age: 22 Height: 5 ft 4 

Personality\Traits: Serious, level headed, Hardass, responsible, Anti-Hero, kind (when she wants to be), 

There are stories of many villages and kingdoms that exist out side the walls of De’tal of it’s boarders, and into the dangerous Forests. Kota was once a villager of a clan that was a well resident in the deep dark forest outside of De’tal and there she was Trained as a Assassin of sorts. Kota’s Clan was a magical group of creatures, they harnessed the power of chi and Light essence from stones that they live around, they were able channel this power into they’re bodies giving them PSI ability's. Kota lived her life mainly to serve her clan and her people, but this did not last when one day the life from the stones that they harnessed for so long had vanished this had thought to be impossible but it happened without any explanation, and once this had happen it wasn’t long until the monsters of the Forest had practically wiped them out, without they’re Powers they had only they’re Skills with weapons and survival. Kota during this time was just a guard and the change was dramatic, some of the clan members had given up hope of they’re village and attempted to leave but it was naturally suicide for what waited for them outside of the village. but as time passed the defenses for they’re clan had fallen short, after a week the village had fallen, the monsters of the forest had killed off everyone, somehow through sheer force of will Kota survived. Once Kota escaped she was able to traverse her way into the walls of De’tal into the slums of the city.  “I have no choice but to live on, knowing that I couldn’t Save them...It’s both a shame and a blessing” - Kota.  that isss all guys I hope you guys like herr

[clydesgod]

Discovery

Feat. an unknown cast of people

(A very lorebased drabble based around a certain oc. Hope you like it. I sorta went off the trails lmaooooooo)

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Journal of Gervais Spear 11th of June, 1895 French Sudan

According to our records, there have been many sites like the exact one we have been excavating today all around the world. Some sites include Indochina, South America, the Pacific, and even some sites in Europe. It appears the British are also in touch with some of these sites, as well as the Spanish, Russians, and the Americans themselves.

However, this site feels VERY different to the ones logged before. This one is almost completely intact! Monsieur Leroy has been very adminant that this is the place that connects the other sides. If the translators are right, this entire temple could very well lead to some unknown treasure. Maybe something belonging to Mansa Musa? My brain is full of ideas, though the guide, Majid, tells me not to overthink it.

But I cannot help but think there is something strange about this temple. The stones that built this place couldn’t have come from Africa. That, and it seemed almost impossible for anyone to build such a place underground. It almost feels like this had to have been built by someone completely different from the ancestors of the locals here. Maybe an old empire we are yet to discover?

Maybe the heat is getting to my brain. Maybe I-

Gervais is pulled away from his journal, almost jumping out of his seat as a hand is placed upon his shoulder. He looked up, seeing the smiling face of Majid hovering above him.

“You look tired my friend,” He said, handing over a cup of what Gervais could assume was coffee. “Here, I know it’s early and the sun is not being too friendly to us. But you shouldn’t suffer alone.”

Gervais nodded, taking the metal cup and slowly taking a sip of it. It was a little stronger than what he was used to back in Metz. His face twisted a bit before swallowing, and taking in another sip. Majid simply chuckled to himself, and walked over towards another desk. 

“This place is old, but I hardly doubt the Carthaginians were the ones who built this. The columns here don’t look remotely Greek. Besides, there’s a lack of, er, how you say ‘charm’. Unlike most buildings I’ve seen.”

Gervais nodded, flipping a page as he quickly scribbled something in. He didn’t talk much during the boat ride, and the camel ride over. Majid often felt like the complete opposite to him.

“Monsieur, I hate to be rude but you cannot be trapped under all those ledgers and journals for this long. We’re on the brink of excavating a possible new civilization and all you’re doing is following what Mathéo orders you to do.”

“...we’re not supposed to call him by his first name,” Gervais replied, looking up as he placed a bookmark between two pages and then swiftly closed it. “Monsieur Leroy has put a lot of money towards the expedition. He’s been to many places already, made a name for himself. With this, we might all become shockingly wealthy.”

“Will the guides be as well?” Majid asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

“I-I’m sure they will. Monsieur Leroy is a very generous man. He isn’t one to shy away from getting aid from nearby villages and garrisons.” He took another sip of the coffee, getting used to the taste of it after a few sips. Impressive.

Majid sighed, looking over a map of the world, looking at all the crosses that dotted it. So many sights, so many similarities. Why was this place so different? Why were they all so far apart and so similar?

“How possible is it that, maybe, this was from a more ancient and advanced civilization?” Majid asked, still pondering ideas. “The statutes found already seem to indicate that something used to run through them, maybe some kind of fluid? Like oil?”

“I hardly doubt anyone back then was able to cultivate oil like we can now, let alone use it for whatever they need their statues to do.” Gervais placed the metal cup down, standing as he began to walk over towards a smaller desk full of ledgers and books. He opened one more up, looking over at the path they had taken. They were in the middle of a big dune, the nearest village being 4 kilometers away. They had a camp set up outside, with around 30 labourers who came from the village to aid with the mission. The 14 main members of the expedition were a mix of soldiers, archaeologists, rich men who paid for the trip, guides, and then himself, the keeper of the books of research and other important information.

He scoured around, inspecting where they came from and making sure the route would be okay for when they had to return back to the port.

“What god do you assume this is?” Majid asked, looking over at one of the statues recovered from outside. It was taken inside so it could’ve been dusted and it’s writing examined. None of the translators could even understand it. “It doesn’t look like it’s from any local faiths around this area. No one seems to recognise it.”

Gervais looked behind, sighing. That question perplexed him just as well.

It was a rather tall statue, standing at around 6 feet. It wore a strange robe that covered their entire body, hiding their feet. One arm was down by their side, as the other appeared to be outstretched but had been broken off halfway. The overall figure looked human in nature until you got to the head.

Instead of a head, it looked like someone had placed a squid upon the neck, as if it were a mask or some kind of hybrid. It’s brow (if you could even call it that) looked angry, almost commanding.

Gervais gulped, wondering what kind of creature this was. No kind of being appeared in any kind of historical text. Not Christian, not Judaism, not Hindu, not Islamic, and upon further research, not even a local faith in the region.

“We can only assume it’s a local faith that we haven’t ever heard about or one that’s dead. I cannot imagine who would want to worship one of...those things.” He noted, going back to his research as Majid got a closer look at the figure.

“We found more last night, they all look different in some way,” he added, trying to piece it all together. “Some were shorter, some were taller. Some had different expressions. Some appear to have bosums actually.”

“Did you really have to check all of the statues chests to realize that?” Gervais asked, raising an eyebrow and letting out a small smile.

“Ahh, so that’s what you look like when you smile.” Majid joked back, chuckling as he went back to his work. Gervais’ smile vanished swiftly, as he went back to his own work.

“I trust you two aren’t just messing about down here aren’t you?” A sudden voice said, causing the two men to jump and turn to face their superior.

The man was wearing tan coloured shorts with a short sleeved shirt on, his socks almost reaching to his knees and his boots were coated in layers upon layers of mud, dirt, and sand. His moustache took the centre stage however, seeing it was the only piece of hair on his head he could actually take care of.

“A-ah! No monsieur! Me and Majid were just having a brief jest. We were discussing the nature of these statues-”

Mathéo lifted an eyebrow “You mean the Gens de calmar?”

Majid and Gervais did their best to hide their cringe at their superiors' new name for the artifacts.

“Y-yes monsieur,” Gervais continued. “We have done more research but nothing at all comes up. No religious documents reference this site whatsoever.”

“Ah-that is where you are wrong my apprentice!” The superior replied, looking as smug as ever as an assistant wandered over towards a desk, placing down what looked like an old tablet, like the rosetta stone. However, it lacked any known language writing, and appeared to be mostly made up of pictures.

The men gathered around it, Gervais trying his best not to grope it and explore all of it’s details. Majid placed a hand on his shoulder, knowing fully well he’d damage another artifact at this rate.

“What’s even going on in this picture? It’s such an old form of art.” Majid said, asking the questions Gervais wanted to ask. “It appears to be similar to some old cave art I’ve seen before in Algeria, but there are some things I cannot recognise.”

The tablet itself appeared to be depicting a scene, with a bunch of smaller figures bowing and offering objects towards much larger figures, with lines coming out of their faces. Maybe this was a simpler way of drawing the statues? Were they offering gifts or tributes?

“Labourers found this in an old, blocked off room. It was massive, bigger than any room we have encountered before in this place. It was placed on the floor as if it were discarded by the people who last used this temple.” Mathéo replied, twisting his moustache as he looked over the table at the tablet. “It appears to be written in different forms of text, though it appears impossible to fully translate it. None of the translators could even work out what it meant.”

“...however,”

“However what, monsieur?” Gervais asked, head popping up along with Majid’s.

“If you flip the tablet over, there appears to be one small block of text written in something recognisable.”

Majid and Gervais took hold of the tablet, being careful on flipping it around and placing it flat onto the table. There it was, a small block of text surrounded by multiple blocks of unrecognisable text . Gervais still didn’t understand, but Majid’s eyes widened.

“This is Old Arabic!” He exclaimed, pointing at it and trying to read it. “It’s...very old, I can’t understand fully but, it appears to be so!”

Mathéo looked rather smug, as if he was the one who had discovered this fact. He wandered around, placing a hand on Gervais’ and Majid’s shoulders.

“Gentlemen, I believe we may be coming close to understanding this mystery. If we understand what this means, then perhaps we can understand what the other boxes mean,” He patted both men on the back, turning around as he reached over and grabbed a wooden pipe with his initials on. “I hope you two get back to doing your research, I want at least some of that text understood by sundown. We might be able to understand much, much more about the main room, and unlock its secrets”

Majid turned back, seeing his superior leave in such a pretentious fashion. He couldn’t help but scowl a bit, right before diving back into reading the box.

Gervais turned back around as well, eyebrow cocking up as he saw Majid looking deeper into the text. 

“Can you read anything?” He asked, turning around and leaning on the table as he watched Majid research.

“I feel like I should be able to, it’s not hard to understand it’s just,” he paused, attempting to think of a way to explain his emotions. “It’s like if, you were to read something from, er, the old Franks. You’d be able to understand some words but the rest just appear...strange.”

Gervais nodded, going back to his desk and his journal. He’ll log this down as well, it made sense too.

“...Meshalt Segleell…”

“Hrm?” Gervais looked back at Majid, looking confused. “What did you say?”

“That’s something I can read but...I don't know if it’s a word or a name. It doesn’t sound native to the region at all!” He was perplexed, still looking at other lines on the text as Gervais turned to carry on his journal entry.

Maybe the heat is getting to my brain. Maybe I

Monsieur Leroy found something, just now. A black stone tablet of drawings from a bygone age. On the back of it? A multitude of unknown languages, with only one being legible. Monsieur Karim is studying it as I write this. He has deciphered something but it’s unsure if it’s a name, a place, a language or anything for that matter! We shall keep going until nightfall.

I can just sense treasure. I wonder how Maylis is doing.

…126 years later…

Adam was sitting at his desk, buried under books. It was a Saturday so no one was in for classes. He figured he’d use this time to understand what he was given. A laptop was open besides him as he read on and on through journal entries.

“Is this the last one?” He asked, reading the document over and over in order to try and find anything he had missed.

“YES.” The voice from the laptop said. “UNFORTUNIATLY I WAS UNABLE TO RECOVER ANY MORE. BUT I AM IN THE PROCESS OF FINDING MORE.”

He leaned back on his chair, placing the aged document down as he looked over at the photograph he was given as well. It was just as old as the document, featuring a picture of a black tablet with a drawing on one side and writing on the other. It wasn’t unusual people would ask for his services in translating old texts, but this one felt very different.

“How many people did you say survived that expedition?” Adam asked once again, getting out a magnifying glass as he looked over on the photo. An area of it was circled in a red marker. Inside the circle appeared to be a box of text that looked like Old Arabic. Why was this important?

“DOES IT MATTER?” The voice replied. A brief pause followed. “THE VILLAGERS WERE UNHARMED, BUT 10 MEMBERS OF THE EXPEDITION PERISHED AND THEIR BODIES WERE NEVER FOUND.”

“Did this Gervais fellow survive?” Adam asked.

“DO YOU ALWAYS ASK A LOT OF QUESTIONS TO YOUR CLIENTS?”

Adam held his mouth closed. He looked over the laptop. His camera was on but his client’s wasn’t. It was expected really, people did like to remain anonymous after all. But no one ever really used a voice scrambler.

“EVERYTHING HERE SHOULD BE OF SOME ASSISTANCE. THAT IS ALL YOU SHOULD KNOW.”

“...I understand. I just can’t fully wrap my head around why I need all of this just to find one person? Like, can’t I just-”

“THEIR BLOOD IS HARD TO GET. THE INFORMATION HERE SHOULD EXPLAIN THE BEST WAY TO EXTRACT IT. MY SUPERIOR SUGGESTED THAT YOU ARE THE BEST WAY TO GET WHAT WE DESIRE.”

“So, what, am I just supposed to read this and just find a way to use a syringe on them?? You’re not helping me out here.”

The voice on the laptop paused. It gave Adam enough time to look back at the photo, and then look over at the transcript of the box, which was besides the photo.

“IT’S MORE COMPLICATED. MY SUPERIOR SIMPLY WANTS TO KNOW HOW TO PROPERLY ‘DEAL’ WITH THE BLOOD. YOU PROVIDE ME THE INFORMATION AND THE BLOOD, AND YOU GET PAID.”

“What kind of being is this again? A demon? A super demon??? How am I supposed to do this without dying exactly?”

“THE BLOOD CAN RUN IN THE FAMILY. IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE PURE. AS LONG AS IT’S CONNECTED WITH HER. SHE’S ONE OF THE ONLY ONES MY SUPERIOR HAS DETECTED ON EARTH.”

Adam sighed, knowing that whilst the job was going to be hard, at least the money would be worth it...right?

“I’ll see what I can do.” Checking the time, he realized he should probably end the call soon. He was feeling hungry, and would work better without this guy’s annoying voice app distracting him. However, he paused, seeing something on the pile of documents. He reached over and picked it up. It was a similar photo, but it was a better close up of the text itself. 2 words appeared underlined. He looked back at the transcript, his eyebrow rising up curiously.

“Say, one more question about this...job. Err, this thing you sent me. It appears there was a translation error of sorts. What does this mean exactly?” He held the picture up to the camera, awaiting a response. “Segleell appears to be right, it’s the other word I’m wondering about.”

Seconds passed.

“THERE WAS A MISTRANSLATION. SORRY ABOUT THAT. THE CORRECT TRANSLATION IS  KRISTA SEGLEELL.”

“THAT IS ALL.”

[farewellfarevelle]

Hmm paper, the perfect canvas to draw the colorless creature named Willow.

[ask-thirdbase]

Homoflexible?

99% of the time, I'm gay as fuck

But if I see one hella smokin ass Scene Queen I'm like "mmm I also listened to the Millionaires, please sit on my face"

Homoflexible

[tales-of-venus-and-basil]

I am starting a master post to keep up with my werewolf/lycan universe. I’m thinking of just calling it lycanthrope lore. Here are the links for everything I currently have. It will grow as I expand it more in the future.

Basic lore

basic werewolf lore 

basic lycan lore

werewolf/lycan similarities and differences

basic hybrid lore

bites

lycanthrope art

werewolf and lycan

lycan

[farewellfarevelle]

This Taxidermist Wants Ur Wings

Chicken wings? No, Jade's wings (Rip Her Wings)

[farewellfarevelle]

I was bored, so here's me

I've went by so many names back then, this time I'm sticking with Velle/Elodie and the Pen Name I use for Tales of Osonaya.

[farewellfarevelle]

ART FIGHT!!!

Don't mind me, just preparing ^^