#lore: static

[monsterdramahub]

Hello, have some completely unsolicited MD soul lore that I happened to have lying around.  Because I wanna dump info but don’t have the energy to write something new.

The Merfolk (Gourmand, Slugsworth, Marinus, Maiden, Mastodon, Judas and Slayer) have no souls. They are insanely long lived and extremely durable with the drawback that they have no afterlife, or at least, no afterlife that is accessible to anyone else.

The Objecthead’s (Static, Tabs, Ari and Huey) souls will rapidly dissipate in the absence of a host to anchor them to reality. Attempting to absorb a loose soul of this type is an extremely bad idea. Any attempting to take their soul will merely become the new host and their body will not be their own anymore. 

The Microraptors (Bittersworth, Napoleon and Sebastian) are artificial life and do not have souls but their consciousness can be stored away allowing them to be reborn. 

The Half-Merfolk (Joei and Roja) do have souls, but they are so loosely defined they cannot be taken or owned. Likewise they have a loosely defined afterlife, unable to pass into the underworld proper, their spirits linger airily, only manifesting in a set range near where they died.

[valictini]

Plucked feathers and dissociation

[cozylittleartblog]

guys they finally made fallout 76 playable

[hikiclawd]

A silly little idea doodley for today

Me after putting Iggy in a multi colored sweater and Ray in buckled boots: "Hmm is this.. peak character design?"

[greno-ino]

Springtrap - I am held hostage by the return of my FNAF phase

[photofi]

I absolutely love your art! I'm such a big fan, and I just wanted to ask, who exactly IS the Watcher

sorry for some reason I can't type question marks...

[hyperdrama]

STATIC DRESS - ROUGE CARPET DISASTER (GBC) "the official rogue carpet disaster video game. constructed to provide a more in-depth discovery behind the visual lore of the record rouge carpet disaster. the cartridge and game also features a complete 8-bit recreation of rouge carpet disaster."

[genericpuff]

what's he watching on the TV

send ur edits to my ask inbox, i wanna have a good laugh

[palestaticexchange]

IT TAKES A VILLAGE

"What's that?"

Your brother holds something small and shiny. His eyes glint like the thing in his hand does when he looks at you. "Go inside!" He says. The other one giggles.

"Show me! You have something!" You stumble to where they're crouched in the sand.

"Go away, Lily!" He's pouting now.

"This is our thing," the other one says. "We found it out there!" A wild finger swings towards the mound out in the sea.

The waves push back and forth over the sand. It's like a game: they want to pull you close then shove you away again. You shiver every time you look over them. "You can't go there..."

"W- Why did you tell her?"

You stamp a foot to catch the boys' attention. "You can't go out there! It's dangerous! Mom said!"

"Go away, Lily!" Your brother who holds the shiny thing stamps back. "This is why you can't play with us! You ruin everything!"

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do!"

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do!"

"N- No I don't!" Your lip wobbles, nose already growing thick with snot.

You other brother giggles as he replies in perfect chorus with his twin; "Yes! You! *DO*!"

It's too much. You squeal once then run crying back home. Your wails bob in pitch each time your little feet pound against the sand.

"Oh?" You can't see through your tears but hear the old lady call out to you as you pass her. "What's wrong, dear? Come talk to Isobel!"

You don't stop, just pound up the wooden slats and into your home. Your little paws grip the edge of the sofa and hoist you up. Then you curl up in the corner and wipe your snotty face against the woollen throw. Crying, wailing, wiping. You blow thick sneezes against the ratty blanket that smells of the sea and wood smoke. 

Outside you hear the rumbling of adult voices, a moment later the door creaks open once again. "-Don't know, she just ran right past me."

"Right," Mom's voice. "What's all this crying for, girl?"

You raise your wobbly face from the blanket. Through your tears you spot the blue and yellow form of your mother and reach out for her. The sofa sinks next to you, sending your little body into her as she scoops you onto her lap.

"Hmm? Are we being silly?" 

You wail against her chest as she cuddles you, one hand stroking through your hair. "T- they, w- why?" Your little fists twist into the front of her coat, the nylon making sweet swishes against your short nails. "W- why w- won't they l- let me p- p- pla- pluh- *PLAY* w- w- with t- theee~!" It's too much again. You grind your snotty face against your mother as she coos softly.

"Ah. This is about the twins again." 

You nod, sniffing. 

"Hmm," The hand on your back starts petting it affectionately. "Boys are like this I'm afraid, little one. By the time they'll *want* to play with you the game won't be in your favour." 

You sniffle. You're not sure what mom means, but it doesn't sound fair. "But I want to play! I want to g- go on ah- ahd- ahd-ven-tures too!"

As you squeak out your new favourite *big* word your mom pauses in her stroking. She never shouts, or leaves you on your own for more than half a day, but she can get quiet. Then she runs her hand down your back again- slower this time. "Is that what you want? Or do you just want to be included?"

You unburrow your face from her chest and look up at her. She stops petting your hair and lifts the blanket, dabbing at your eyes then closing it around your nose. You blow into it.

"My special girl." As she pulls the wool away from your face you can see she's smiling down at you. "Do you want something all of your own?"

You gawk up at your mother before nodding quick. 

You feel a puff of air hit your face as she laughs through her nose. Then she's lifting you off her lap and placing you on the sofa. "Let the boys keep their silly games." She stands and walks to the high shelves above the fireplace, standing tall and lifting a paper box down. "Mom's going to introduce you to a very special old friend of hers." You see a flash of something white, then she's holding it behind her back with one hand and replacing the box with her other. She walks back to the sofa and drops to a crouch in front of you. "He's been *my* friend since I was your age... But I think you need him more than I do now, pet." 

You gasp as she pulls the doll from behind her back. "Woah~!" You forget your brothers and their adventures and their games. In front of you is the scrappy off-white body of a toy, an animal you recognise from one of your worn picture books. "A baa-lamb!" 

Your mother's face scrunches as she smiles. "Well done little one." She turns the old thing over, she seems suddenly... Not sure. "I called him 'Lamby' but I suppose you could call him something else if you liked..." The smile returns as if nothing had happened, then she's holding him out to you. 

You draw in breath and take the toy, his black button eyes already filled with love for you. "Lamby..." You whisper, stroking along his wool.

As you stroke your new friend you feel your mother's hand return to your hair, stroking you in time. "I just know you'll take *good* care of each other. Like he took good care of me." 

You will take good care of me, won't you Little Lily? He says. I've had a long life, but I will be your friend for as long as you'll be mine. 

You release a peel of giggles and kick your little legs. You pull the toy tight against your chest, liking the soft scratch of his wool against your still-damp cheek. Like the rest of the house he smells of salt, smoke, and seaweed. A moment later, you hear the creek of the door.

"Here comes trouble," your mother sighs. 

From just outside you hear the old lady urging the boys up the steps. Then one of the twins comes into view with eyes like saucers. 

Elder by 36 minutes. He plucked the metal shell from the sand. You look down at Lamby, not understanding what he means, then up again as your brother starts to talk.

"M'sorry Lily..." He mutters, shuffling awkwardly. 

"Now your turn," Isobel urges from the doorway. Her hand rests on your other twin's shoulder as he turns shyly against her side. 

"M'sorry..." He says quietly.

Mom gives the old lady a quick smile, then bends down to level with your brothers. "I have told you before to be kind to your sister-"

"Whas that!" The older one hops, pointing at Lamby." 

You're a big girl. The stitching of Lamby's mouth is faded but you can tell it used to be pink. Let it go. You need them and they need you. You *all* need each other.

You take a deep breath and puff out your chest, holding Lamby in your lap. "His name is Lamby and he is my friend. You can k- keep your games and metal shells." You lift your chin like a big girl would.

Your older twin cocks his head, the one in the doorway pulls his fingers from his mouth to smile. 

"There's my good girl," your mom says with a smile. 

[monsterdramahub]

Honestly just because teleportation is an OP as fuck ability, I limited it mostly to just the object- heads (Tabs, Ari, Static), who are by design supposed to be OP.

The microraptor androids (Bittersworth, Napoleon, Sebastian) have something close, but it’s actually just very quick travel rather than actually warping to locations instantly. As well, the microraptors are also limited in that they actually need a solid or liquid surface to travel along and can’t fast travel through thin air.

The only characters capable of pulling an actual *teleports behind you* are the Tabs fam lol

[dragonpropaganda]

something I love about rain world lore is that it gestures towards the sky being solid like two times and doesn't elaborate at all

[cozylittleartblog]

it coulda been you

[the-random-phan]

Statement of Daniel Fenton

(1 of 1. One-shot)

[prismatic-et-al]

do you think lucretia only went by madame director on the moonbase so people wouldn’t call her lucretia around davenport

[hiraethminds]

oh cee doodles

[hyperdrama]

Static Dress are releasing a video game for gameboy