#Lore dump

[elderemoislander]

This needs to be archived! Worth the read and pauses to watch and digest. Thank you.

I would like to know the MCR lore please and thank you.

SEPTEMBER 11TH, 2001

new jersey based cartoonist gerard way is commuting through new york city for an interview at a popular animation company

Uh Oh Sisters.

a few miles away from ground zero gerard watches the second tower fall and messages everyone he knows like quit your job join my band

bullies his little brother into learning bass

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE is formed. main players are gerard, his brother mikey, and two guitar legends named frank iero and ray toro

gerard has since gone on record saying that the powerlessness he felt in watching an attack happen on american soil inspired him to create something. he could not just stand by and do nothing. he had to find a way to connect with people and overcome that fear.

together MCR releases their first record:

I BROUGHT YOU MY BULLETS, YOU BROUGHT ME YOUR LOVE

the only album that isn't particularly concepty. very Hardcore.

skylines and turnstiles was the first MCR song ever written, the first lyrics of which spell out the message the band so badly wanted to communicate-- "you're not in this alone."

the entirety of the song is about 9/11

the biggest throughline in bullets is complicated & toxic relationships, often using monsters like vampires and zombies as mataphors and motifs

"vampires are a standin for alcoholism" is kind of a reocurring thing in MCR lore as a whole

the one thing about this album that is pretty definite story-wise is the tale of the demolition lovers, highlighted in the last song on the album

the demo lovers are on the run from the authorities, likely in some sort of bonnie and clyde sitch. in the end, they are gunned down in the desert and die in each other's arms.

this final note leads into...

THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE

it's 2004. MCR releases their second album, widely regarded now to be a cornerstone of the early 2000s scemo movement & aesthetic

black button downs with blood-red ties. red eyeshadow, nude lips, and THICK guyliner. catholicism.

you've seen it. i know you've seen it.

ignore the blonde guy back there.

three cheers chronicles the story of the demolition lovers. they are on the cover. you have seen them.

the man awakens in purgatory, searching for his lost lover. there, he meets the devil, who tells him that if he wants to reunite with her, he must bring him the soul of one thousand evil men.

Okay I Believe You.mp4

after all that killing, the man begins to lose sight of himself. he kills 999 evil men when the devil appears to him once more, and tells him that with all this blood on his hands, the last evil man he must kill is himself.

a few years pass. this album is a big hit with The Freaks but at the moment MCR are not exactly "big" outside of alt music circles. everything changes in 2006, but a little bit before that...

THE PARAMOUR MANSION

gerard fucking way, at this time severely mentally ill, believes wholeheartedly in suffering for ones art

posts the whole band up in a haunted mansion that has certifiably driven several past residents insane

gerard suffers from chronic nightmares in this mansion where he witnesses his loved ones dying over and over. he records himself recounting this and puts it in a song called sleep.

the band have designated "heavy rooms" where they scream and yell and cry and get out all their demons. gerard leaves deranged post it notes all over his. one of these notes reads "we are all a black parade"

mikey's mental health gets so bad in this place that he becomes violently suicidal and has to check himself into a clinic

allegedly, gerard writes "famous last words" about mikey's struggles.

before he leaves mikey is insane about a song they're working on called disenchanted. there are stories of him just whispering it into his bandmates' ears at night.

this whole experience just sucks for everyone, but unfortunately for me wishing better for them, we get one of the greatest rock albums of all time out of it.

THE BLACK PARADE

jesus fucking christ

chronicles the story of a dying cancer patient looking back on his life and realizing he was kind of an asshole.

he committed war crimes, drank his sorrows away, and treated his lover like shit.

as he lies there dying in his hospital bed he realizes he is burdened with regret and wants to redo everything and change.

a core tenet of this album is that death comes to you in the form of your fondest memory. THE BLACK PARADE is a manifestation of this--as you might have heard, when the patient was a young boy his father t

the parade he saw as a child returns to him, cloaked in black, and guides him toward the afterlife.

he maybe resists death and his allowed his second chance. up to you!

when MCR toured this show, they did not tour as MCR--they toured as The Black Parade. i was there. in 2007. they came on stage and said "we are the Black Parade."

remember this for later!

this tour was, i shit you not, a full theatrical performance unlike anything you would ever see in that era.

the album begins with the patient about to flatline. they wheel gerard out on a hospital gurney.

seriously, please watch this

just watch the first like minute if you don't wanna watch the whole thing. PLEASE.

you need to understand the above wasn't some special thing they did for this taped live show. they did this EVERY night. i saw this happen.

the show ended with huge amounts of black and white confetti falling from the ceiling, the same confetti from the music video for welcome to the black parade.

THEATRICS. i called gerard a cartoonist at the beginning of this writeup. but at this time he had also written and published an original comic no one besides MCR fans had heard of or read.

that is certainly not the case any longer.

point: gerard way is a storyteller. and it shows in this tour.

at the beginning of this era, gerard sheared his long beautiful hair short and dyed it platinum blonde to give off the effect of being sickly. the people who don't know them from the revenge era usually know them from this one.

you've most certainly heard the song that skyrocketed them to stardom. i don't know what else to say about it. it is lauded for a reason. i did not know at the time of it releasing that i would become an anthem of my childhood heart and soul, and a whole generation of misfit alt kids with scars on their wrists. but it is The MCR Song for a reason, and that is because it is definitive--dark, heavy, black-coated music... about how you cannot lay down and die, motherfucker. the world is hell! your heart will break! GET THE FUCK UP! FIGHT, YOU BASTARD! YOU HAVE TO FIGHT!

that is, above all else, what MCR writes music about. remember that.

rather unfairly, this is also around the time the media started painting them as a suicide cult brainwashing troubled teens into suicide and self harm.

the (sort of) last song on the black parade contains the lyrics "i am not afraid to keep on living."

here is my show last night singing those lyrics. you should listen. skip to 2:40 for the good part. i am there amongst the sea of voices, my whole body shaking with sobs as i struggle to get the words "i am not afraid to walk this world alone" out.

beyond the Concerned Parents, much of the rock scene rejected MCR due to their unabashedly authentic, earnest, and yes, emo selves. at the time, MCR could not be defined as emo--but emo would eventually reshape itself as a genre around them.

MCR was also unapologetically queer in a time where it was not safe to be so. gerard and frank would kiss with tongue on stage and wear makeup. gerard would sing about kissing men and wearing dresses. they are all married with wives and children, and while gerard is nonbinary himself, they've said time and time again that this weaponization of queerness was literally to get dudebro homophobes to leave their show.

these people would shout the f slur at gerard and he would limp his wrist and say thank you honey. it ruled. it was 2006, that was not something you did.

the biggest and most important culmination of the pushback that came with MCR's stardom is coincidentally my favourite post-reunion MCR performance of all time.

here, they play reading & leeds, where an incredibly rowdy crowd of hard rock, hypermasculine dudebro types throw rocks and bottles on stage the whole time. all the while, gerard smiles down at them like a playful trickster god on high, singing i wouldn't front the scene if you paid me and give me all your poison and you're running after something that you'll never kill and fire at will.

god.

eventually, they would officially "kill" the black parade (the band) off at a final show in mexico. this would lead into another tour where they played as themselves, titled "the black parade is dead!"

things go quiet for a few years. and then...

DANGER DAYS: THE TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS

gerard: please let me write a comic. i have to write a comic. i need to write a comic. i must write a comic.

gerard writes a comic, and everyone is cool with passing it off as a rock album.

CALIFORNIA: IN THE DISTANT FUTURE YEAR OF 2019. five years prior, the analog/helium wars decimated the landscape and shifted control into the hands of Better Living Industries (BLind for short) a dictatorship localized into the bounds of futuristic Battery City. resisting this monochromatic, controlling government are the Fabulous Killjoys: colourful outlaws in sick ass sentai costumes that roam the desert and fight for liberation.

the sound is completely different. gone are the emo/gothy undertones and romantic, dark aesthetics. we are punk rock as shit, now, and we're going to blow up the government.

gerard dyes his hair bright red. he does this a month after i do the same. that has nothing to do with the lore, it still just makes me lose my mind to this day.

asshole stealing my drip. we even had the same fucked up haircut.

anyways, here's where we are now:

the music videos tell a cohesive story. the album tells another one. a comic releases alongside it all, telling a third one. they all kinda sorta interpret the story in different ways, but it is still the most high concept and well-built world that MCR canon has. this era's aesthetic was so delicious that mentally ill transgenders on tumblr are still RPing it and writing fic to this day.

at this point, MCR reaches a strange kind of impasse where they are simultaneously at the peak of their career and less relevant than ever. they're entrenched in celebrity culture. mikey is cheating on his girlfriend. gerard is anorexic and drinking. shit's not the greatest.

at the same time, a lot of their former fans are not crazy about the new sound / aesthetic

an MCR song gets on glee. this is, in large part, considered The End for a lot of people.

US politics are important here: Obama's in office. things are looking up. the culture of the country is shifting. and that begs the question... why did the world need MCR?

the world needed MCR because the world was at war under a republican president. the world needed MCR because the twin towers fucking exploded into flames. the world needed MCR because the future was bleak and scary, and they had to do something. and they did something. and the something was done.

it was done.

it was over.

MARCH 23RD, 2013

It's over.

They break up.

They work their solo careers. They live their lives. They have kids. Gerard becomes a pretty legendary comics writer.

The end.

A year later, on an album containing some unreleased music / b sides, they release their final song, on an album titled May Death Never Stop You.

"Fake Your Death."

It's the only song MCR has ever written where the message could not more clearly be "Give up. It's done."

I choose defeat. I walk away.

I can't listen.

I don't listen.

It hurts too much.

Life goes on.

LIFE GOES ON

as gen z grow up and discover music, a beautiful second wave of my chem fans enter the space. overwhelmingly, we learn in time that MCR's greatness is not a product of the cultural moment or nostalgia--i begin to see hundreds of tiktoks of teenagers in the mid 2010s lamenting being born in the wrong generation because i missed seeing MCR live.

the elder emos comiscerate. the g note meme is born.

watch a couple compilations. notice how all the teenagers are wearing the same MCR shirt? that's because it was the ONLY official merch available for ages after they broke up. whenever i see that shirt, it's like an arrow in my heart. it's a signifier of someone who came in late, and there is nothing more beautiful than that to me. the music is good. intragenerationally, you understand that, too.

the way brothers have cited one of their biggest inspirations ever to be the smashing pumpkins. mikey went on record saying once that the smashing pumpkins is everything they wanted to be.

people begin to overthink this.

the timeline of the smashing pumpkins is as follows: they were together for 12 years, broke up for 6, and then got back together.

mcr was together... for 12 years.

if they got back together after a 6 year hiatus, the year would be... 2019.

2019, the year that the killjoys raised up their lasers toward the oppressive and fascistic government.

WHICH COULD MEAN NOTHING

2019.

45 begins his 3rd year in office.

This is, in case you didn't know, going very poorly.

Halloween. The MCR socials... change their pfp.

more symbols trickle in on their insta story. something is being teased/promoted. we expect it is likely just a re-release, or some more unreleased music, or a merch thing for the spooky season.

some people can't help remembering a little while back, though... when one of the jonas brothers said that he heard MCR rehearsing in the same venue as them. how odd that was, considering MCR broke up.

when frank was confronted about this, he rolled his eyes and answered in the same negative he always did, obviously tired of hearing it all these years.

"man, that rumour's like a broken clock."

YES. YES IT IS.

out of fucking NOWHERE, the MCR reunion is announced.

they do this on halloween night--when the veil between the living and the dead is thinnest. remember this.

i don't want to try to put into words what the energy of this show is like. all i can do is BEG you to watch the multicam cut of it. i am begging. i am pleading.

six long years of no MCR. six long years of new fans mourning what they didn't get.

and look. just LOOK at that sea of fingerless gloves and black t-shirts. look at that sea of people dressing like they did when they were teenagers, alongside teenagers who weren't there to see it but are now living their dreams of doing so.

look at gerard's dad getup. look at how much healthier and happier he looks. look at how overjoyed everyone is to be there.

the medley at the beginning. the curtain falling. im not okay (a secondary emo anthem to wttbp) heralding the dawn of a new era.

the audience chanting mikey's name as he plays the final bassline of the kids from yesterday.

ADDITIONAL LORE: MCR more or less always plays the same song for their encore--helena. this is because the last line of helena is meant to be their parting words to their audience, so long and goodnight.

they do not do this here. the final song they play, aptly saved for last, is welcome to the black parade.

the final words of which, are, of course

WE'LL CARRY ON

take a good look at gerard's california 2019 getup

any witch worth their salt will tell you that's a sigil on his arm. specifically, it's a witches' wheel, which can be translated.

the way a lot of witchcraft works is through intention. you put an intention to an object, and the magick flows through that intention.

when translated, this wheel spells out my chemical romance.

another part of spellcasting is the idea of 'charging' a spell. there are many ways to do this, depending on what you're trying to manifest, but to put a sigil on your body with a clear intention and wear it to a massive gathering of energy, like, say, a room full of people all singing the lyrics to that intention in perfect unison...

well. that's damn near ritualistic, in fact, i daresay it's...

A SUMMONING

after several smaller teasers throughout the week, the official MCR youtube releases this video. i will not explain it to you. i am demanding you watch it, given everything i have just explained.

this is the video that announced the reunion tour. a 13 minute long love letter to the fandom, told through the eyes of one of us. rife with easter eggs, theatrical as can be, and, most notably of all, ending with this:

the sigil, charged. glowing with energy from the fandom in that california venue, who used their passion and power to revive my chemical romance from the dead.

my chemical romance will tour in 2020. barring extenuating circumstances, there is nothing that will stop them from playing their music for us one more time.

YES THERE IS

it turns out being in a fascist government means that sometimes a deadly infectious disease will spread unmitigated and shut down the world.

it turns out that when the killjoys said "die with your mask on" they were a little too on the mark.

OKAY, REDO.

2022.

it is still not safe to go to concerts, but the world does not care about public health or disabled people, so they keep doing them anyways.

mcr reunites, and releases a new song called the foundations of decay. it could not more clearly be about their legacy.

the branding for the new tour is themed around this concept of decay and rot. flies specifically are a huge theme. before each show, the beating of fly wings in massive numbers echoes like static throughout the stage speakers. the fans collectively name this "the swarm"

what this tour lacks in cohesive theming it makes up for in sheer fun. gerard wears a different outfit every night. he does a lot of drag. they spraypaint messages on the drum head--some nonsense, some sentimental. you should watch the strange aeons video about this where she goes through all of them, as well as all the funny shit that happened on the tour.

the vibe of this reunion was very much 'let's have as much fucking fun as possible.'

it was. it was fun. and it was fun enough that they took all the money they earned from these massive reunion shows, put their heads together, and said let's fucking do it again.

PRESENT DAY: THE GLORIOUS NATION OF DRAAG

you are here.

randomly one day in november 2024, MCR announces A FUCKING STADIUM TOUR, appropriately named "long live the black parade"

curiously, the theming of this tour looks decidedly... not black paradey.

the strange, not-quite-russian lettering is a fucking conlang unique to this era. it starts showing up in all the various promotional videos they release.

"It has been seventeen years since The Black Parade was sent to the MOAT. In that time, a great Dictator has risen to power, bringing about "THE CONCRETE AGE”; a glorious time of stability and abundance in the history of DRAAG. His Grand Immortal Dictator wishes to celebrate our rich and storied culture, fine foods, and musical entertainments by welcoming you to these great demonstrations of power and resolve. And lending voice and song for the first time in six thousand two hundred and forty six days, their work privilege ceremoniously reinstated, will be His Grand Immortal Dictator's National Band... The Black Parade. Long Live Draag"

here in the nation of Draag, the Grand Immortal Dictator has revived The Black Parade from the dead, forcing them to play their album in its entirety, wear their silly little outfits, play their silly little nostalgia anthems.

all the while, intending to use them as a mouthpiece for his pro-war, oppressive propaganda.

the stadium show is HIGH THEATRICS. only one venue knows the storyline of it so far!

LUCKILY FOR YOU I WAS THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

last night, me and 30 thousand other emos watched as the black parade danced for us, corpses reanimated. gerard shambled and slurred his way across the stage, all the while being watched like a hawk by an imposing government agent who handed him documents and told him what to say and do.

every audience member was given a sign that said yea or nay. at one point, we were asked to vote on if we should allow 4 new elected officials into the government.

the audience overwhelmingly voted yes. gerard commanded their execution, and they were shot on the b stage in front of us, their corpses dragged off by the MOAT.

throughout the setlist, the band begin to fight back. gerard resists the government in increasingly big ways, refusing to be their zombified mouthpiece. when this reaches a head, they pull the band off the jumbotron and start playing quiz shows and ads for groceries.

during mama, the curtain pulls back to reveal military tracking & specs. blueprints for a missile launch. the whole stage flashes red and begins to burn. new lyrics are added, and gerard presents the imposing suit man with a dagger.

during disenchanted--which had not been played live in 17 years--the stadium was bathed in a sea of blue light from fans taping paper to their phone flashlights in tribute to the underloved song. all the while, a Draag politician speaks of duty and justice and obligation to one's country.

we're taken to a launch station in the middle of a wheat field. as famous last words is playing, we watch the missile be fired.

the carnage that ensues is the sole background to a lone acoustic guitar that's been on stage the whole night, untouched. ray comes out and begins to play it, and it's hard to tell what it is at first until the rest of the band joins in--

an acoustic version of The End. the first track on the album, which we have already heard. it is a funeral procession, and gerard understandably always sings it bombastically and high-energy to welcome the audience. this time, his cadence is mournful and slow, desperate and wailing.

the show begins anew. we listen to the same song, once more.

the suit man has, for reasons unbeknownst to me, changed into a pierrot-looking clown costume. sensing resistance, he gives chase to gerard, who at this point in the song is singing the lyrics SAVE ME! GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!

all the while, there has been a chalk outline ominously carved out in the middle of the stage.

the clown and gerard fight. the dagger from before stabs gerard, punishing him for his insolence. bleeding out on hands and knees, he drags himself to the chalk outline, singing lyrics to another song--we'll carry on. We'll carry on.

he collapses into place, freed of the dictator's control, allowed to finally rest. the rest of the band members are dragged offstage by uniformed men. subversively, mikey--who has thus far been the kenny mccormick of MCR lore--escapes. ray is dragged off, shredding wildly the whole time. he refuses to stop playing until he cannot any longer.

the clown dances around to Blood, which is a hidden track that was at the end of the black parade. it is a perfect fucking song for a clown to dance to, especially when that clown is covered in the blood of the guy he just murdered. at the end of the song, he rips his shirt open to reveal a bomb strapped to his chest, and kills himself in a satisfying blaze of glory.

all the while, that same confetti from the original black parade tour is falling down around us all.

when i saw the black parade tour in 2007, i cannot explain how i knew this, but i had this feeling... they're holding back.

my father said to me that night, commit to memory everything you just saw here. you will never see anything like that again.

my dad was fucking wrong.

thanks for listening!

[katn3y]

Your art is amazing! It feels warm in a way, and very cosy. I just found your blog and would you like to introduce your characters? What are their names?

Thankyou! It helps that I mainly stick to warm colors in my drawings :')

As for my characters >:) have some meme drawings of them!

Sophie x Orian is cannon, every goofy idiot needs their Smarter half.

Orian is VERY southern and speaks in a VERY heavy southern accent, he also physically can't cuss, just southern style substitutes for him. He very clumsy, and big goofball.

Sophie is just there, she's from very far north & gets hot REALLY easily, hence the tank top. She's just done, after years of having to put up with Orians bullcrap, she's just existing.

Koi x Athen is also cannon, classic nerd x jock vibes there

Koi is a MAJOR nerd, and yapper. He's a silly boy, but much more tame compared to Orian.

Athen is the strong and silent type, he also has really bad hearing.

Orian and Athen do not get along very well :')

[cuppochino]

FORSAKEN LORE DUMP: TELAMON & 1X4’S PAST‼️

[aka this is all PRE-FORSAKEN] … sorry in advance for how long this’ll be

THE BEGINNING

Telamon was an admin, god-status essentially — a very powerful figure in Robloxia. Starting out, he was mischievous and took a lot of pride in his work (notably, Sword Fights on The Heights). As an admin, he was often buried with tasks and had to oversee a lot of things regarding the building blocks of Robloxia. In fact, he and several other admins had a hand in developing the first brick and the spawn point. 1x4 was one of the FIRST creations Telamon ever attempted to make using the spawn point.

Telamon ended up taking 1x4 under his wing while continuing to work on Robloxia because... well, the kid was following him around anyway + had nowhere to go since 1x4 wasn't reproduced through natural means. 1x4 spends most of his youth as an honourable intern for Roblox HQ, helping out with errands often.

However, moderating became more demanding for Telamon as Robloxia's population grew. Over time, this garnered a lot of unwanted hate and negativity towards his job and actions that he wished to let go. Throughout all of this, he continues to over-prioritize work and neglect 1x4… too deep in his work to actually raise him.

Builderman and Brighteyes, close friends of his, are aware of the situation and try to insist Telamon take a break. In fact, a couple of admins have needed to babysit 1x4 or return him back to Telamon quite a few times (notably Brighteyes and Dusekkar).

Telamon does try to teach 1x4 how to swordfight in SFOTH, but constantly gets interrupted to handle hackers in different servers/deal with exploiters, leaving 1x4 alone

The only breaks Telamon takes are to preen himself — he also takes pride in his self-image… These are the times he allows 1x4 to help and they get to bond + spend family time together (/ref to prev post)

THE CROWN

Telamon is overwhelmed. Hackers, bugs, complaints—he can’t keep up. He avoids confiding in Builderman (too proud to hear the same advice again) and turns to an unbiased party, ROBLOX, an independent helperbot constructed by Builderman. ROBLOX is in charge of running a majority of things in the background, lightening the load and leaving admins responsible to moderate servers.

Telamon vents his frustrations of not being able to perform up to speed and the constant guilt of failing to maintain relationships with the people he cares about, he wishes to be rid of all the stress. The thing is, ROBLOX is a machine and doesn’t get emotions—it’s not built to. It just wants to solve the problem.

So, it channels all of Telamon’s hate and negativity into one of the many artifacts it created, the viridian domino crown.

"This will help you." "Help me… how?" "Keep it close, and it’ll work."

ROBLOX doesn’t elaborate. Telamon assumes the crown is meant to make him happy in some way, not considering that the hate has to go somewhere. 

He doesn’t want to wear the crown himself, it doesn’t fit his style. But he knows of someone who sticks around him all the time... and besides, 1x4 already wears green—this would fit perfectly as a gift! Also, an opportunity to try and rekindle their bond.

Telamon gifts the crown to 1x4, not knowing it’s cursed. Unintentionally branding 1x4 as a vessel for his hate, everything he wanted to forget. Meanwhile, 1x4 is ecstatic to earn his dad’s acknowledgement and wears it immediately. It’s essentially a “monkey’s paw” situation, where Telamon’s wish is granted but with consequences. The consequence ends up being his own son.

At first, things seem better.

Telamon feels more positive and he’s no longer plagued by bad memories/negative emotions (this starts his transition into Shedletsky).

His son seems cheerful about the gift for a time, but then 1x4 starts changing. He begins to seem a lot more… moody, distant, angry. He starts acting out a lot more often, no longer listening or looking up to his father which gets Telamon worried.

Due to his wish, Telamon is unable to dwell on those negative thoughts too long, and he doesn’t take it as seriously or realize what is happening before it’s too late. He just throws himself into his work to feel productive and make use of his newfound happiness. It’s more so a curse, at this point.

1X4’s BETRAYAL

1x4 is slowly turning into a manifestation of his father’s hatred, and he’s become completely detached from his dad from the years of neglect. He stops following or trying to get Telamon’s attention, hardly being home (striking out on his own and gaining his own gear/swords, exploring the use of exploits). One night, 1x4 returns home past midnight from training by himself—his appearance has completely shifted by now. Telamon tries to question/nag him whilst focusing on some work, not even bothering to look in his direction... and 1x4 finally snaps. 

He walks up behind Telamon and stabs him through the back.

This shatters their already deteriorating family relations, and 1x4 is hardly even allowed to feel regret as he is continually being fed all of Telamon’s hatred. Telamon collapses, bleeding, and 1x4 takes the chance to make it personal. Tear his pathetic excuse of a father figure apart with his own bare hands, ripping out feathers in handfuls and shouting every single one of Telamon’s wrongs.

But 1x4 can’t finish the job, not hate-filled enough to kill his dad/creator just yet. He’s also full of the pain, guilt, and betrayal from Telamon’s other negative emotions. Telamon continues to bleed out, and 1x4 flees.

THE DEATH OF TELAMON / BIRTH OF SHEDLETSKY

Builderman and Brighteyes manage to find Telamon in time and rush him to emergency care. Thankfully, he survives without any vital organs damaged (his stay at the hospital will spell the “death” of Telamon, and the “birth” of Shedletsky). The result of all his consequences coming to get him in the form of his own son makes him seriously reconsider his position as an admin. He ultimately decides to step down, retiring from being Telamon and going by Shedletsky from then on.

The incident scars him, literally. Shedletsky has a nasty scar on his front and back from 1x4’s stab, but as time passes and he recovers, Shedletsky has never felt lighter (the wish is still being fulfilled, and 1x4 is absorbing all of Shed’s worst emotions). On the other hand, 1x4 is on the run from the admins and begins to exploit servers, rising as an infamous hacker within Robloxia—growing stronger to someday face his creator yet again and finally win.

When Shedletsky is released, he dons his iconic comfy deadbeat dad appearance and his attitude is a LOT more aloof than when he was Telamon.

But he regrets and he worries. 1x4 is still out there, leaving him constantly paranoid.

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(There is more, but this is the base level of my interpretation of their lore before the events of FORSAKEN)

Additional notes:

More in terms of Brighteyes in the lore…

Telamon joined in 2006, Brighteyes joined in 2008

They were close friends, and Brighteyes helped watch over 1x4 (past) sometimes — tried to encourage Telamon to stop over-prioritizing work

When Telamon got stabbed through the back by 1x4, Brighteyes & Builderman were the ones to discover him and take him to the hospital (also stuck with him/helped nurse him back to full health) — Telamon wanted to change for the better and started going by Shedletsky instead

2014: Shedletsky released from the hospital, retired from being a Roblox admin, and got married to Brighteyes! :D

(P.S. yes i did look at the wikis and correlated the actual dates of shed & brighteye's involvement in roblox and marriage to the lore)

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

Wrestling lore is really funny to explain to non-wrestling people, mainly because you have to suspend your disbelief much more than you would do for stuff like anime or superhero fiction. Think of it like this; it’s normal for a shonen anime protagonist or a superhero to demonstrate they have superpowers usually because it’s established early on. That also goes for other parts of the lore, such as the world-building, the MacGuffins, and the history of that world.

But in wrestling, characters and storylines change all the time and are ongoing (I’ve seen the term “longform storytelling” used). So you end up with HUGE leaps in logic, such as:

1) There’s a supernatural being from hell who temporarily became a biker gang member, and then went back to being a supernatural being from hell

2) There’s a male model who gave out grooming tips who eventually evolved into Captain America/Homelander.

3) Triple H committed burglary on camera. He invaded Randy Orton’s home, beat him up, destroyed some of his property, and then threw Orton out the window. But it’s all fine because he’s the good guy, so he’s still employed by the WWE.

4) Dominik Mysterio is beefing with his dad, who literally fought for child custody of him in a wrestling match. Keep that in mind anytime you see Dominik not getting along with Rey.

5) Edge got sent to hell, but is okay now.

6) CM Punk was once a cult leader, but stopped doing that after he lost his hair. Then he became the opposite, as in he turned into an anti-authority rebel.

7) A lot of wrestlers, such as Sheamus and Shawn Spears, apparently used to work at WWE as background staff/security guards.

8) Real life famous music artist Bad Bunny is part of the lore and he actually beat a world champion (Damian Priest) in a match. And I don’t mean Bad Bunny is playing a character. In the WWE lore, Bad Bunny is playing himself.

(Feel free to add on any other leaps in logic from pro-wrestling)

[gramasfave]

oh, ahkay so, it's a muscle reflex issue

[shoogachi]

Bits of lore for Minecraft. 👾

[wizard-scribble]

Hang on, are you telling me THIS is the ship that came to pick up Suvi at Port Talon too??!????? And Suvi still managed to stand up to Steel?!

Suvi, my beloved, you’re so brave, I’m sorry for ever doubting you

Seriously, though, never have I EVER clenched my butt so hard at a lore dump.

Plus, the Citadel has me in a chokehold right now, so I’m only allowed to make propaganda art 😶😶

[mishim0]

So being a sembly is not that easy huh

Anyways, lore drop ig, this may take some few pages btw

[koubu6841]

"Ever since the royalist armies had begun their siege on this city six weeks ago, all necessary services had been cut off: water, electricity, food, and even air in some cases. The outer spaceport had already fallen to the rapidly advancing royalist shock troopers even before the siege had commenced. From here, fire-bombers were rapidly sent out to gradually reduce the city to ruins. Along with them, cruise missiles were also utilised extensively to minimise the risk of a shoot-down. The royalists' new kingdom knew that this city was no ordinary mass-produced suburban project, but rather the capital of a once-bustling kingdom that was a vassal to the royalists' predecessors. And for that very reason, the vassal had all the reason to be as fortified as it was, most of its defences were made from their empire's numerous armouries." "The civil war had carved up the already turbulent landscape of the world even more. That very empire, after a chain of unfortunate events that ended up in a succession crisis, found itself split up into two major halves, each supporting a different claimant to the throne. […] The Royalists supported a certain pair of princesses as they waged war against the others. And through the sisters' stellar leadership, soon the war spilt from the former empire's own borders towards its own vassal states. […] To some, the sisters may seem like liberators, saving the populace from the bygone tyranny of the first dynasties. But to others, they perhaps are only the newest addition to the ever-growing list of power-hungry monarchs that have ever ruled this turbulent land." "But no matter how controversial their actions were, ultimately, many believed that their numerous victories in battle were contributing immensely to ending the long-winding and bloody conflict that had lasted for decades. […] This capital city was one of the last to resist them, and also with one of the most dogged resistances we had ever seen. For weeks, the city had been rapidly razed and pummelled with bombs and missiles, so much that the debris fields became large bonfires, warming up the very resistance that the royalists were trying to annihilate." "Snowfall was the least of their concerns. Not when their once mighty city had fallen apart, its gigantic wreckage now scattered across the land, painting the snowy landscape with specks of hellfire. And amongst the intertwining streaks of ice and fire, scavengers scour the debris, desperately looking for any kind of provisions that will aid them in their perilous escape from their besieged city."

I had one last chance to have a look at her face today, as she prepared herself to accompany some very important people. She had a solemn look on her face, a face too young and innocent for a war like this, but at the same time, an expression that betrayed it. This war wasn't the first one she had ever fought, and perhaps it won't ever be the last one she will ever fight. Every night, I hear her pained, slightly raspy voice praying to her deities for an end to all wars. Even as the bombshell continued elsewhere, she kept on, seemingly trying to make herself louder than the hellscape right outside the walls. She sounded like a singer, before an orchestra of absolute carnage. Her friends couldn't help but join in. But all good things must come to an end. This morning, we received reports that the royalists had broken through the penultimate defensive perimeter. In other words, they will reach our location - the palace and the old spaceport - in less than half a day. The shocking news was simply too much for her and her friends - their ears drooped and folded, begging to simply not exist. At least we did not come here unprepared, however.

We all knew what awaited us long before we retreated back here, and we all knew what would await those who stayed back. Even that peculiar princess-like person, her doctor, and their bodyguards knew that. It was a lost cause fighting against a force much superior, and much more brutal than us, when everything else had betrayed us. This very palace that we are standing in, though, was our trump card. A section of it can double as an "escape vehicle" in times of absolute distress, and since it also has camouflage, it will be nigh impossible to spot it. The only remaining problem now is to manoeuvre ourselves out of this sea of flames and the ever-tightening royalist air force. That old spaceport over there will launch decoys to bait them and buy us some crucial time. To anyone who finds this record, know that you are watching the end of a once-triumphant kingdom that ruled over this land. A kingdom that was forcefully thrust into a war that it had nothing to do with, a kingdom betrayed by those who instigated this unjust war, and a kingdom that had fallen victim to the unfortunate consequences of its own pacifism. Know that the truth matters more than even the most comforting of lies, the most appealing of ruses, and the most inviting of tricks. The key to winning lies within you, not those weapons, not those burning cities and glassed fields. Keep the truth alive, and keep it alive, always.

So there go the decoys. And that palace looks a little bit shorter now. And here we are, looking at a cacophony of stars, of spaceships, of burning wrecks and glassed fields. Those unmistakable silhouettes of royalist ships looming in the distance, and those swarms of smaller shadows spreading from them… We all know what awaits those who stay back to fight one last time for their homeland, to serve their faithful kingdom one last time. Soon, the royalists will make landfall, and we will be the only ones left to face them. At least I can have some solace, knowing that the very first battalions we will fight are wholly made of "collaborators". In other words, those spineless traitors will be the first ones to pay for their crimes. And as the first shots ring out all around us, we return once more into the fight.

- These are a series of news clippings and audio transcripts, all found hidden within the Suzunaan Library, and are dated back to 1969 (calculated from the original lunar year timestamps featured on some of the documents) -

Defeat (drc 2/88)

[drizzledrawings]

Do you have a full master post of like your cowgirls lore, how they met, their backgrounds and situations they got in ect. I absolutely am obsessed with them.

Why thank you so so much

I’ve talked so much about them on here, but it’s scattered, and quite a lot of it has evolved lore wise

So let’s make this that master post:

Basic lore for this universe:

Set in a non specific time of the Wild West (implied to be the tail end of the era)

But with a magical twist. The folklore of things that are not quite human living alongside humanity is real, and they are hunted for their skin. It is a known fact that shapeshifters exist, and they are illegal. Though some peoples “magic blood” don’t always show itself as Shapeshifting, it can also appear as accelerated healing or acute senses. These people are generally referred to as beasts or animals

These transformations are hard on “beasts,” they take up a lot of strength to preform them, and if you’re injured in one form, it can take time before you’re able to switch. If you’re injured enough it can be permanent.

Brunette: Flora Guerra

She was born to an Italian immigrant family with strict parents, as well as the youngest daughter to five other children. When she was 16, her parents arranged a courtship with a much older man. Flora was furious, this rage culminated in her first transformation, unfortunately this happened in front of the man as well as the rest of her family. They immediately turned their backs on her, disgusted with what she was. Terrified, she fled. She hopped on trains and resorted to petty theft to make her way west, to a land she hoped would be freer than the life she left behind!

Her first big brush with the law was when she stole her horse Bandit from a man who was treating him poorly. She fled the scene but only after shooting one officer. (Thus her first ever bounty was for murder)

Her main way of making money was seducing men and robbing them blind while they were distracted by her beauty, unfortunately she picked up the wrong trick one day, a notorious gang leader, who instead of shooting her outright, brought a then 17 year old Flora back to his gang. She became “his girl” and used her looks to help him get what he wanted.

In the gang, however, there was one man (Henry) who was like her! He could turn into a wolf, like how she could turn into a jackalope, they formed a bond, and when the gang fell apart, he was the one to get her out safely.

Ginger: Mattie (Matilda) Hayes

Mattie is the eldest daughter of her odd family. Her father and mother immigrated from Ireland. When mattie was a child, her and her brother (ben) witnessed the brutal murder of their mother while she was in beast form, protecting them. Because of this, Mattie became the sole caretaker of him, very much raising him herself. The entire family were beasts of some sort.

Mattie could turn into a fox from a young age. Ben also started to transform around the same time. (Though he was a cougar)

Their father, was also odd, in more ways than just beastly. He was a sour old man with a mean streak, drink had a mighty hold on him. After an incident that broke the camels back, involving hateful words and a smashed beer bottle, Mattie had enough. In a fit of rage she set fire to her father’s barn, in the aftermath She packed her bags and set to leave. She tried to get Ben to come, but he refused and told her to never come back. So she listened.

At 18, her and her horse June travelled the desert, finding odd jobs, pulling off some robberies, and failing at pickpocketing, this left her with quite a price on her head.

After a couple years of travelling by herself, the way she preferred, she ran into Flora for the first time.

First meeting:

They met as their animals first, Mattie was trying to hunt Flora but got startled by her antlers

Later on, she was trying to rob a man on the side of the road. Only for Flora to swoop in at the last moment and get the trick instead. (By “saving” the man, but picking his wallet a moment later)

That night, Mattie was nursing her hurt ego by drinking her weight at a saloon, but alas she couldn’t even enjoy her whiskey in peace, when the woman who stole her prize sat down at the bar with her.

Pissed off Mattie tried to storm away but bumped into an angry drunk, this turned into a full on bar fight. Which Flora dragged her away from and offered to patch up her wounds

They stuck together after that. But didn’t become lovers till much later

Flora fell first, but Mattie fell harder.

JESUS this is long I’m sorry

Anyways main plot:

Word gets to Mattie that her father is dead, and her younger brother has resorted to a life crime. He is being set to hang once he’s caught. She sets out to find him.

Flora’s old gang now turned leaders of the beast hunters, has picked up on her location, and they are hunting her down. Scared for her and Mattie’s safety, she works with Henry to figure out how to keep them off their trail.

With the help from Henry and Henry's partner in beastly rights, a young woman named Hazel, (also a shapeshifter. A coyote) they are able to evade the hunters and help save lives. One life in particular is a young boy named Teddy. They find him in a hunter camp and take him in as one of their own! (He's a bear shape shifter)

Everything seems to be going okay, Mattie finds Ben, and together her and Flora help him get away from the noose. They look after him and bring him to their camp. He begins to make seemingly genuine relationships with the rest of their group, specifically Hazel. They thought they were in the clear and were making plans on how to take down the beast hunters for good.

Ben throws in that he knows where their main hideout is, in an old abandoned mine in the heart of a canyon. He says he could lead them there.

Flora and Mattie get into a fight right before they are set to meet up with Ben, Flora accusing Ben of being suspicious. They throw nasty words at each other before Mattie takes off to meet with her brother.

What they didn’t know was that Ben still held a grudge for Mattie leaving. He blames her for their father’s ultimate death.

He agreed to a deal with the hunters, his freedom for their pelts. Specifically, Flora's, as she is a jackalope, and that makes her skin rare. The leader of the hunters has had a grudge on Flora and Henry since their falling out and is set on getting her revenge.

This is where Ben had planned to have them all cornered for the hunters to take down. Quick on his feet, he pretends he is unaware of the ambush and leads Mattie away from the fight.

On Flora's side, she is interrupted from her moping over her fight with Mattie when Teddy runs in saying Hazel is missing. Her, Henry, and Teddy, race back to Ben's campsite, knowing that she had been there recently. What they weren't expecting to find is her corpse. A lone coyote left to rot with only one culprit to who could've done this. Ben.

They race to where they were supposed to meet with Ben and find it crawling with hunters. A huge battle ensues. Flora and Henry take off down the canyon, searching for the red head. Desperate to find her before it's too late.

Flora gets injured during the fight in her human form. Her leg was crushed by her horse when he was shot from underneath her by none other than the leader of the hunters herself. Unable to run Henry meets his old partner head on and sacrifices himself so Flora can get away.

When she finally catches up to the siblings, they are already in a confrontation, but Ben sees her and nearly kills her while in his cougar form.

The siblings go head to head as their beasts, and against all odds, the fox beats the lion, (with a little help from Flora and her rifle) killing the last remaining member of her family. (In the end, Ben was in too deep. There was no way he was getting out of this alive, so he let her kill him)

Flora, incredibly injured, cannot transform, and for reasons unknown to Mattie, she can not switch back. Teddy eventually finds them before the hunters can, and they run away into the night, all bruised in battered.

Years pass, Flora has a limp that doesn’t go away. She is never able to be her animal again. And Mattie, well, she didn’t get too injured that day, though it seems like something broke inside because she lost her human form.

They all move north together and live a peaceful life, even though it’s not quite normal. What with Mattie being a fox and all that.

A decade or so after everything, they’ve been out of the life for a long time, is when Mattie finally finds herself again. Though she’s very different from what she used to be, her human form had changed, more fox like and more wild, though still her. She can only take that form for bits at a time, but it’s something.

(Though there is a little extra drama, a revenge plot on the leader of the hunters. Flora, Mattie, and Teddy find her with the original plan to kill her, but Flora changes her mind, instead shooting her in the same leg that she was injured, making sure this woman could never hunt again) ((Teddy continues on the work that Henry and Hazel had dedicated their lives to, protecting beasts))

They’re happy

If you read all of this… damn thank you!!

[comicallyqueer]

A rite of passage for all of my friends. If you haven't heard me ramble for at least an hour, do we even know each other?

[the-barefoot-hatter]

Pyramid Steve's favourite treat is pre-1982 pennies

(Ford slooooowly starting to realize his muse of infinite knowledge might, in fact, be a dumbass.)

[anger-sama]

UNKNOWN HORROR Part 1 Made By Anger-Is-Flawed

So, Nightmare picked up horror for the first time and promised him all the food he could eat. Once Nightmare and Horror arrived at his castle, He met the other two that were going to be working with him. Dust and Killer were the same just like him but something was off about them. Nightmare introduced Horror to them and then guided him around the castle where Horror would be spending most of his time in. Horrors room was nothing special, just a simple bed and a couple wardrobes. Horror was only in it because he was promised food. He was planning to give it all towards his au, considering everyone was starving in there. It was all too much to think about so Horror just decided to sleep it off. After that, Horror started going on missions one after another non stop. At the end of each mission, Nightmare would bring up the topic of food and Horror would instantly deny and ask him to send it to his AU. Nightmare agrees and disappears to send it over. Killer and Dust would constantly make fun of horror for the large hole in his head. They also would come at him for his clothes, his one eye, and being weaker than them. Horror didn’t really care that much. All he cared about was sending the food he got from his missions to his starving AU. This kept going on for over 50 years. Constant abuse from those two and trusting Nightmare to keep his side of the deal. He even found a way to talk to Insanity. They looked down on both of them so they bonded on something. Throughout all those years Insanity actually started to trust Horror. At least he has one friend here. Horror thought everything was going well… Until one day he walked by the living room and heard Killer and Dust talking about his AU. He was listening in on what they were saying. “Can’t believe he is THAT dumb! Does he really think Boss cares about a little AU! Boss probably already destroyed it by now.” Killer said. “Probably, but you better keep your voice down before he hears you.” Dust said. “What’s the problem if he hears? He can’t really do anything. Boss would destroy him in seconds! We can deal with him too if it gets that intense.” Killer said. Horror couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His AU gone? He quickly and quietly made his way back to his room and shut his door as quietly as he could. Horrors mind started to race and then he finally broke. He decided to take out Nightmare for deceiving him for all these years. Nightmare is hard to kill, especially since he can detect emotions. If Horror decided to sneak up on Nightmare, He would die in seconds. All of them underestimated how smart he was because of the giant hole in his head. Maybe he can use that to his advantage. He decided to contact Dream and ask for help. Dream can also sense emotions but Horrors true intentions were overshadowed by his genuine need for help. Dream accepted and they both agreed to meet in a deserted snowdin.

Part 2

[touchofhemlocktea]

So, I've seen a lot of Batfamily Paranoia over Danny in stories.

Add a sprinkle of Empath infinite realms beings.

Define that as beings made up of a soul core and ectoplasm.

Liminals, non-infinite realms beings that have ectoplasm in their souls, can develop a core if they get a high enough ectoplasm absorption in their souls, but that's not guaranteed. If they develop a core, they will get the basic infinite realms package of abilities plus maybe something unique to them.

....

So the basic ideal is Danny is, for some reason, forced to be around the liminal, but not cored batfamily.

He's constantly feeling their paranoia and doubts every time he patiently answers their questions.

Just Danny crashing out and screaming at them that he has no fucking reason to lie about anything. Accuses them of being biased against metas and maybe speceist.

Maybe he's an angry crier.

Maybe that's why Jason keeps losing it around Bruce. He can feel them waiting for him to snap. Feel that kernel of distrust every time he's reminded to use rubber bullets.

....

Just random thought vomit for yall.

Do with it what you will.

[emthimofnight]

I’ve known flux for 2 seconds and I’m obsessed w him <3 are there any new fun facts or anything about him you want to share ?

How y'all sound asking for more Flux content:

Have some Fun Flux Facts™️:

Genuinely thinks of himself as a hero and actually admires Sonic, but in a fucked up kind of way. Has a VERY strange moral compass.

Almost always in a good mood. Perpetually sunshine-y.

If he were to be a Pokemon, he'd be a pikachu. Do with that what you will.

Lacks empathy in the traditional sense. Doesn't quite grasp the "human" experience, and finds a lot of the more negative, emotional traits of people to be uncool or unappealing.

Thinks everyone should smile more! :)

Sees himself as the savior for the miserable, lonely and depressed (pathetic). Oh, those poor unfortunate souls...

Is generous, considerate, and helpful on the surface, making him quite popular with folks around Green Hill. He has a little fan club growing, which he enjoys a bit too much.

Is the new face for the Robotnik Brand! Eggman has taken up merchandise after his time as a toy maker, and has a whole side brand that he's got Flux posing as a mascot for. It's headlined by Flux to keep Eggman's ownership of the business secret. Think t-shirts, sports drinks, shoes... Pretty much anything marketable!

The merch has some sinister, secondary mind control effects. Shh, don't tell!

Metal Sonic can't stand him. 🤣

Flux was originally programmed to be Sage's protector and new best friend, so she is the one person Flux really, genuinely cares about. When he's back at Eggman's secret lair, he's usually fawning over Sage and showering her in gifts. He's like an overprotective, adoring brother to her. She kind of hates it.