#lore drop(?)

[bear-boi-5]

I said "Hello Satan"

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I believe it's time to go.

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Me and the

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DEVIL.

Walking Side by Side.

Me and the Devil.

Walking Side by Side.

[possumteeeth]

Lambpaw, like every other healer apprentice before him, traveled to the Moonshell to be granted StarClan's approval. When he stared at his reflection in the massive, iridescent shell, he couldn't help but feel anxiety gnawing at him. His mentor, Salmonfleck, gently urged him on. Lambpaw touched his nose to the salty water within the shell.

He awoke in a place that nothing could have prepared him for. Gone were the lush forests and starry skies that Salmonfleck had told him of. Everything was dull and lifeless. The air was so still he could hear the blood in his veins. Fog shrouded the forest like a blanket. A single star hung in the grey sky, giving off cold light. Worst of all... there were no StarClan cats to be seen--

--until the fog began taking shape.

[nana-mizu-shiki]

NO THUMBS! YOU HAVE NO THUMBS!

[runawaymarbles]

Modern fandom brain this, modern fandom brain that. My grandfather's first and middle name were the first and last name of the love interest from his mother's favorite romance novel. And she died before my dad was born, so her favorite book is the only thing I know about her. People have always been like this about stories they love. So like, get on my great grandma's level or sit down

[worms-for-brains]

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Part one - Ghost

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Ghost was originally a mortal that lived many many centuries ago, being a colonizer that had been accepted into a small kingdom that resided in the jungle.

He was unfortunately slit in the throat, tied up and left for dead in a burial tomb when the villagers believed he had betrayed them to his former colonizer buddies.

His soul was devoured by the old death god, however he made a pact that bound him to be the new deity (the old one was well… old.)

Now Ghost presides over the duties of Death. Taking sacrifices and collecting souls for all eternity.

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[tv3headz]

The timing of this lore drop makes me giggle

bonus doodle

[strangersteddierthings]

why do i try so hard to make the characters in my fic fall in love in ways that seems natural and real when popular published books can just be like "i saw him from across the room and new i had to meet him. we swapped names in the rudest way possible. he never spoke to me kindly or showed in any way that he was a decent human being. he had only ever made me cry and been abusive and i want to marry him. im so in love"

like i am fighting for my life to make the crush in a fanfic make sense and doing that for no money when i would be writing batshit insane obsession/abusive/no-one-ever-says-sorry novels for at least one money

[theriverbeyond]

every time my mother comes over to my apartment, in addition to the usual school & life & cat updates, I inevidably end up at least briefly discussing The Locked Tomb because she also asks about my various posters and paraphernalia and I update her on my hobbies. and every time I do she assumes that Gideon is a man despite the fact that I have been spending the last 4 years trying to make her believe that Gideon is a butch lesbian. important key fact that I have buried the lede on is that my mother is a lesbian. neither she nor my other mother have ever strictly identified along the butch/femme axis, but they are certainly very familiar with the idea. anyway. how does this happen. why is my lesbian mother incapable of remembering that "that redhead [I am] always dressing up as" is a dyke 😭

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Welp, I did promise a lore drop in exchange for the win...

@tmntaucompetition @littlemissartemisia

GG, Hues of Mystic Neon!

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[bear-boi-5]

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Me.

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BEHIND.

[caligatinsole]

Old folks here might remember back in July of last year I was hoping the BRB wouldn't initially be aggressive towards P. Oh! What a fool I was, so ignorant of the soulslike world!

Anyway, I'm keeping this idea for my headcanon. Dump ahead.

The Black Rabbits don't seem to be aggressive towards the puppet the first time they meet and they decide to work together for equal gain. However, one thing leads to another and P is framed guilty of something (murder of a brother? Did he really do it? Was he there at the wrong time? Who knows). P escapes, unsuccessful to reason with them, so now he's hunted down like a rabbit and must be careful to not cross the enemies path. In the end, he'll discover all of them were killed, likely by the alchemists themselves, stalkers or by Simon.

P.S. I love (and hate <3) this game but I fall behind with its lore. I'm glad I was able to find the BRB info written on the internet and I'm surprised I didn't twist their characters/story too much. However, my own headcanon does change the game-story a bit (for example, I like to think P spends quite some time with the siblings and his main quests also differ from the original, both in lengths and goal). However, I haven't delved too deep into it yet. Still a huge wip I'm not sure will be completed.

[definitelynotshouting]

I want to know more about the hiding the cat thing, how’s you manage that?

okay so in december of 2018 me and my cousin, who had moved in with me earlier that year, heard a knock on our door about two minutes after a house guest had left. On the other side is said house guest, who eagerly informs us that there is a VERY sweet and friendly kitten roaming around out in the parking lot

To quickly set the scene here: it is 45°F out and the sun is going down. We are in pajamas. Neither of us are even wearing shoes

Both of us, avid cat lovers, charge down the stairs to pet this cat, who is indeed very friendly and INCREDIBLY sweet, trotting right up to us and purring up a storm. My cousin looks at me. I look at him. "Absolutely not," I tell him, because our apartment has a strict $300 pet deposit policy and neither of us have that kind of pocket money lying around.

"But TJ," my cousin says, in a voice i have come to recognize as a precursor to the world's most obvious yet effective attempts at emotional manipulation, "it's cold outside. And the highway is right there. Wouldn't you feel so terrible if you woke up tomorrow and–"

"OH MY GODS," I say, very loudly, "GO. JUST TAKE HIM INSIDE, GO GO GO."

My cousin scoops the kitten up (who doesnt protest even a little), runs up all three flights of stairs so fast he fucking blurs, and now we have a cat. in our apartment. and no pet deposit.

Ofc we did make the obligatory attempt at finding his original owner. He was far too sweet and friendly to be a proper stray, and while he was very thin he still had soft fur and wasnt super scruffy. We very quietly asked around, put up some carefully worded signs in the neighborhood, checked in with the local shelters-- nada. Nothing. Not a single peep about this cat. And after a full week of bonding, both of us were 100% set on keeping him.

Honestly, hiding him from our apartment wasnt anything spectacular. We're indoor-only owners, and our friends pitched in to help us get him neutered, get his shots, and essential supplies. We had two inspections during the 3 month period we saved up for a pet deposit, and both times we just hid his stuff in our cabinets, put him in his cat carrier, and took him to someone else's house for the day. Once we had the money we needed and could actually spare it, we went to our leasing office and informed them we wanted to adopt a cat.

"Oh thank god," I distinctly remember hearing the woman who handed me the appropriate paperwork say. "We're so grateful you went through the proper channels for this. Nobody ever does that, and it's such a hassle for us. What's your new cat's name?"

"Oh, of course," I replied, with what i think was frankly admirable composure. "I'm always happy to be helpful. And we've decided to name him Anarchy."

[runawaymarbles]

I can never be too mad at kids who don't want their picture taken, because when I was in high school I would do things like remove myself from pictures before I posted them on facebook. Here is a 12-year-old picture facebook memories just showed me of my left eyeball with Hank Green.

[daily-rcp-poli]

Hey, Poli! I brought someone.. your teacher, right? he wanted to visit you!

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Poli instantly averts his eyes to the ground, opposite to his teachers piercing eyes staring back at him.

Uhm.. Hello, mister.

It's nice to see you again, Poli. Still struggling, hm? The teacher scoffs. I don't see why you would still struggle with your so-called health even in this position.

You're a little selfish, don't you think? A lot of people would want your spot. And you take that away from them just because you shed a few crocodile tears.

Poli doesn't respond.

Pathetic. That's what you are. I expected more from a leader.

[of-whispers-and-memories]

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤, 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔤𝔬 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔩𝔡. 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡, 𝔄𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫, 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔢.

𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔞 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩, 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔡𝔬 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱. 𝔊𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔰, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔥. 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔴 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔥.

ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱. 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔴𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔩𝔢𝔡𝔤𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔟𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔟 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤. 𝔄 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔡, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢. 𝔄𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡, 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔪.

[Naked text : There used to be a song, long ago in times of old. That the elders liked to sing, for youth to be told, About the prophecies that soon, could become their fate. This song was about a girl, who would only do great. Given life by the plants, for them to keep in health. She would stay of an age, and from the nature draw strength. In the forest she would be trapped, for her to protect. She would listen to their song and owe them respect. Their knowledge she would absorb and use in right and wrong. Their heart would be her heart for forever and long. A Sanctuary she would build, and make her home . Among these plants where she lived, forever she would roam]

The poem is repeated over and over again, Erin can't get it out of her head, of course she can't, she's the one repeating it. It's her fate, she tells herself, but she can't help and hate it. There's a missing part, but she can't remember it, she may be going crazy at this point.

Roots have grown from the earth, they're curling around her, trapping her in a cage, slowly it's getting covered with moss, her whispers multiplying the more her power is getting out of control. There's this sort of green aura all around her, the grass pushed away by the force of her magic and the leaves covering any amount of light that could come in. It's only her, the trees, and her magic, alone.

But she doesn't want to be alone, she doesn't want to remember, she wants to forget the prophecy, she wants those she loves close to her, so she screams in her mind for them, hoping perhaps they would hear it.

@nameless-priestess, @forgotten-light

[dearcauti0n]

Some better designs of these gods for animal jam.

I find them all really pretty.

Anyways lore drop ⬇️

Obviously you can see some sides in this, and they're both for different views on animals:

"These animals were meant to live." - Zios

"These animals were meant to survive." -Endress

What Zios is saying is that, animals, were meant to grow, civilize, create, and protect. Technically animals are lucky to have a mind and speech.

While Endress is saying that animals were meant to always connect with their wild selves. Learn to hunt, thrive, survive, and die. A cycle that'll continue.

If I ever get a chance, I'll explain more of this and such in more art!