#myth-inspired gaming

[saucypankakes]

Thinking about how Suzanne Collins writes romance in The Hunger Games along the lines of the soulmate myth where two halves of a whole complete one another

[melonthesprigatito]

Look, I'm not interested in playing Palworld and I've been actively avoiding the drama/controversy so I'd be perfectly happy with forgetting it's existence and moving on with my life if it weren't for just how obsessively UNHINGED the Palworld fandom is, barging in on EVERY. SINGLE. recent Pokémon post on multiple platforms just to pick fights and shill the hell out of their game to (most of the time) confused Pokémon fans who are wondering what Palworld is and where these people came from.

I saw this wonderful art of the Kamado battle in Legends Arceus and the Champion battle in Sun and Moon on Instagram and I shit you not, a good 70% of the comments are entirely Palworld people just ranting and yelling about how Pokémon sucks, Palworld is going to kill Pokémon, anybody who likes Pokémon is a bootlicker and are riding Pokémon's 🍆, how anyone who complains about Palworld is a (and I quote) """"saviourf*g""" for Nintendo etc

Like, I just wanted to share my nostalgia about Sun and Moon and so did a lot of other people considering that there were still people talking about it, but it was hard to find those comments because they were drowned out by the Pals Vs Pokémon warzone.

And the second someone says something a Pal fan doesn't like, it eventually devolves into the Pal fans throwing homophobic slurs around and calling the Pokémon fans neckbeards, and shills and basement dwellers and such.

I'm sure there's probably sane fans who are just happy going about and making their Pals break rocks or whatever, but a majority of the Palworld fans I've encountered so far are like edgy screaming 4Chan people. Like, holy shit I wish they would just go to their own Palworld fan pages instead of invading Pokémon and turning every comment section into the embodiment of this meme.

(And I just want to address the whole "Pokémon Company is posting a lot more often recently because they're obviously scared of Palworld, lmaoooo why else would they suddenly start actively posting after months of radio silence 😎" argument that I've seen dozens of times.

First of all, the Pokémon channel/profile is always posting random game/anime/art screenshots. There hasn't been a sudden drastic increase of posts.

Second of all, it's A MONTH UNTIL POKÉMON DAY. THEY DO THIS EVERY YEAR. The influx of Snorlax posts is a promotional thing for Pokémon Sleep. Pokémon's just carrying on with their regularly scheduled hype building/ promotional stuff and the Palworld fans think it has something to do with them.(

[jestersarts]

Made a fakemon based on the Cat-Sith because if there's three thing you can't stop me from putting in my character-designs its pokemon, black cats, and messed up fantasy creatures.

[avetesketches]

Obscure Greek mythology on the mind 🏺

[tildeathiwillwrite]

🖋️"what inspired you to write your WIPs?"

❤️"what are your favorite scenes from your WIPs?"

😭"what are the biggest challenges writing your WIPs?"

❗"how many WIPs do you have?"

(in response to this ask game)

🖋️"what inspired you to write your WIPs?"

They always start with the characters. The Hunter, the Myth and the Cure began with Draven and Octavian, and Reese came about during the first draft to complete the trio. Mostly a sense of "I have these characters, how can I make their lives interesting for the Plot?"

The Watcher and the Thief started as a backstory for one of my D&D characters and underwent a massive overhaul into what it is now. When I created Trials of the Six I had about as much knowledge of the world as Hiel did when he woke up with anmesia, but I knew I wanted to start a story like that. Same with The Legend of Orian Goldeneye in the first draft, although that one's changed a bit too.

Both of my current fanfiction WIPs are crossovers. Demigods of the Death Gate was basically me going "hey, what if I stuck Percy Jackson in Dragon Wing, a setting where water is so rare it's literally currency?" and it turned into a fully outlined series so that's fun. The Assassin and the Dragonlance is the same way. "What if Hugh the Hand (assassin character from Death Gate Cycle by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman) got somehow transported to Krynn (the setting from Dragonlance by the same authors)?"

So yeah. Always the characters, and how I can make them suffer.

No wonder I'm into whump teehee

❤️"what are your favorite scenes from your WIPs?"

Oh goodness. Considering they're all in progress my answers might change later on, but I can give my favorites so far!

Long post incoming, content warning for hypothermia, passing out, magic whump, electrocution. Other questions answered below the cut.

The Hunter, the Myth and the Cure (Chapter 1):

Draven leveled his gun at the hole as the same hand appeared at the edge of the newly formed opening, grasping the surface with the desperation of a drowning man. A second hand appeared, this one clutching something tightly in closed fingers. Its owner pulled himself through, dragging his dripping-wet body out of the water, gasping and coughing violently. He was an elf. That much was clear, from the delicate features of his face to the slight points of his ears and how he was built for speed rather than strength. His hair, shaved on the left side and long on the right, gleamed strangely in the moonlight, and a simple earring of dark metal pierced his left ear. He wore leather armor—breastplate, pauldrons, vambraces, cuisses and graves—over what appeared to be a cotton tunic and trousers, with worn leather boots completing the ensemble. A pair of sheathes and a water-damaged pack hung from his belt. All appeared to be empty. The elf glanced up and seemed to notice Draven for the first time, making brief eye contact. He moved as if to scramble away, but a strange look crossed his face. Before Draven could say a word, the elf’s eyes rolled up in his head and he slumped, even as his body began to shake uncontrollably from the cold.

The Watcher and the Thief (Chapter 1, Part 3):

The magician laughed, a harsh, bemused sound that echoed throughout his skull. “They’re sending you over that?! Ha! After I took care of the sang for them? Ungrateful, much!” Octavian turned into a slow circle. “And the young Watcher?” “He simply got in my way,” the magician dismissed. Air displaced behind Octavian, and he whirled around, slashing blindly. The only thing they sliced through was air. She must have ducked away. The magician tsked softly. “Can’t have that, now. I don’t want you hurting yourself.” “Enough with this game!” Octavian snapped, backtracking in a random direction until he hit a tree. “Are you going to kill me or not?!” Silence. The magician hummed softly in thought. “Hm, no. I don’t want you dead.” Octavian’s hands suddenly went completely numb, the knives slipping out of his fingers and landing somewhere on the ground, unseen and unheard. The strange sensation spread up his arms with terrifying speed. “How are you doing this?” He demanded, voice shaking as he stumbled, trying and failing to maintain control. “Oh…” the magician said mockingly, “has the devar gotten used to his rune resistance? Don’t worry, love, when I’m done with you, there will be no need for such fear any longer.” The last thing Octavian felt before his entire body went completely numb was cold fingers closing around his throat.

The Legend of Orian Goldeneye:

Jas slowly turned, afraid of what she might find. What she saw still felt like a punch in the gut. Her own body was slumped on the bench, eyes closed. Was her chest moving? She couldn’t tell. “What the hell did you do to me?” She demanded, turning on the boy. “Am I dead? Did you kill us?” The boy flinched back. Killian stepped in front of him protectively. “He’s here to help."

Defy (Chapter 5):

(Honestly just. The entire chapter where Annabeth meets Zifnab. But in particular I love this part):

“My deepest apologies, sir!” The dragon shouted, staring at the old man in what might have been shame. “I do not know what came over me.” It glanced over at Annabeth. “I don’t suppose you could point us to the nearest settlement, my lady? My wizard is a frail old man and it is not safe—” “Frail?!” the wizard demanded, shaking his fist. “Who’re you calling frail, you oversized gila monster?”

Trials of the Six (Scene 41 (I think, I write the scenes for this one out of order)):

His mind raced, outlining a hasty plan. First, he would make the water swell inside the canteen, causing it to explode. That would distract Enitan, at least for a few seconds. Then he would divide the water, shoving half into Za’ret’s lungs and the rest into Enitan’s. Once they asphyxiated, he would worry about the chains. Aquilar embraced his Mage energy, reaching for the water and—! Pain erupted all over his body, agony like a million tiny needles stabbing him over and over and over again until he should have bled out.  His muscles jerked involuntarily, throwing him onto the floor.  Light flashed across his vision, blinding him, and a sound like a hundred angry wasps filled the air. When the pain finally passed, Aquilar vaguely registered laughter from above him. He opened his eyes—when had he closed them?—to find Za’ret standing directly over him, laughing like he’d just witnessed the funniest thing in the world. 

😭"what are the biggest challenges writing your WIPs?"

Finding time to write and the inspiration and motivation to actually finish without getting distracted by a different WIP. I'm lucky I finished the first drafts of The Hunter, the Myth and the Cure and The Legend of Orian Goldeneye but they still have a long way to go. I've had Trials of the Six since I was fourteen and its first draft is nowhere near completion.

❗"how many WIPs do you have?"

Ha. Haha. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha----

Twenty-four. Give or take.

Most of those I haven't touched in years, and I am currently focusing on the eight I post about. Some of them get more attention than others but that's just how I roll and if you don't like that then get off my blog.

And I still have more ideas in the ideas folder sooooooo it will end up being more. I'd love to revisit some of them when I finish my current ones (if ever).

[symphony-calamity]

Being really fond of myth!Loki means constantly interacting with other media that features interpretations of him and thinking the entire time, "he would not fucking be like that".

[hella1975]

:/ <- thinking about iphigenia again

[il-predestinato]

45 😌

Just realized how I utterly failed to write a 5 sentence fic both of the last 2 times I attempted, and instead wrote a ~2k and a ~3.8k fic. Lemme try this again:

#45. "Rude" by MAGIC!

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know You say I'll never get your blessin' 'til the day I die "Tough luck, my friend, but the answer is no"

Any Greek mythology fans here? Inspired by "Eros and Psyche" feat. Charles as Psyche, Max as Eros, and Christian as the mother-in-law from hell - Aphrodite.

send me an ask with a number between 1 and 100 and I’ll write a 5ish sentence fic inspired by that song on my 2022 wrapped playlist!

The urge to slap the Ferrari driver across his rosy cheeks was so strong that Christian had to shove both hands deep into his pockets. How dare this stupid child - he raged inwardly at the younger man, whose crumbled posture only brought him the barest sliver of satisfaction. Good, serves him right. He should be grovelling at my feet, begging for my mercy.

First, Max fled Mount Olympus for this... Christian turned up his nose in disgust - admittedly, rather attractive mortal. Next, Max married this unworthy human. In the name of Zeus, he really needed to teach his son something about taste in the next thousand years. How unpleasant, thought Christian, that he would have to wait for this nuisance of a mortal to shrivel and die first. He squinted critically at the luscious dark hair, the bright green eyes, and the sheen of youth on the flawless skin. Perhaps he will get lucky; beauty always faded so quickly for these mortals. Max will surely tire of him, maybe in a few decades or sooner, once these handsome features have long faded into memory.

But nothing was worse than the final insult laid by this mewling harlot. Christian seethed. This little slu - this cursed peasant boy - dared to break Max's heart. His wayward prodigal son had forbidden the mortal from accompanying Max to visit his family in some misguided attempt to protect him from Christian (a twinge of hurt still tugged in his chest as he reflected upon the depth of Max's deception). The Ferrari driver hadn't listened, had convinced himself that it was evidence of Max's lack of love for him, and had followed Max without his knowledge. And now Christian had a heartbroken deity (his heartbroken child) moping at home, half intoxicated on ambrosia - all because of this idiotic boy; even Max's beautiful wings were not immune, with his magnificent white feathers falling out hour by hour like a plucked chicken. Max even abandoned his beloved lyre, dramatically shunting it out of the highest window on Mount Olympus and causing a mini-tsunami as it landed near the Mediterranean coast.

He really ought to borrow Zeus' thunderbolt and smite the little floozy right here and now.

Tears flowed from the large green eyes. The younger man sniffed.

"I'll do anything," he begged. Pathetic, sneered Christian. "Please let me see Max again."

Christian seized the quivering chin between his fingers; tears and snot rolled down the anguished cheeks, and Christian struggled not to wince in disgust.

"Perhaps I will give you a chance," he crooned in a sugary voice, wondering if the mortal might be foolish enough to fall into his trap.

A glimmer of hope lit across the young man's face. They're always so predictable, he smirked. I bet this one won't last until sunset, and then Max will truly understand how unworthy he was of a god's affection.

He released Charles from his iron grip with a not so gentle shove backwards; the momentum slammed the young man into the wall and drew a rather satisfying winded gasp. Strolling over to an open can of paint, Christian knocked it over with a sharp kick. The dark blue spilled across the Red Bull garage, flowing across the floor at a rapid pace.

Turning back to Charles with a cold smile, he snarled, "Clean up this mess by sunset, and I'll decide your next task." But he wasn't done yet. He snapped his fingers to conjure a set of grease-stained rags and a toothbrush, which he threw at the boy. "Wear this," he ordered. "And use only this toothbrush to clean the paint."

Christian crossed his arms and waited for the boy to protest at the unfairness of the labour assigned to him. For a few seconds, he wondered whether Charles will realize that the task was insurmountable and set only so that Christian can watch him suffer.

But the young man only nodded, clutching the toothbrush to his chest like a lifeline.

“I’ll do it,” he vowed. “I will see Max again.”

Brave but stupid, thought Christian, suppressing a laugh. You’ll never see Max again.

At least, he would make sure Charles suffered a fraction of the anguish he caused Max. He beckoned to two of the Red Bull mechanics, Worry and Sadness.

“Make sure you stay by his side the entire time.”

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There! Not quite 5 sentences but I didn’t go completely off the deep end either, yay.

P.S. I swear I am actually fond of Christian most of the time and have no idea why I continue to write him as the mother-in-law from hell. 😅 Charles bébé, I am sorry but if you know the ending of Eros and Psyche, then you’ll know how this one ends.

[smallchaoscryptid]

2, 3 and 29 (for in any other universe)!! -kai

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits? Hurt/Comfort (Accurate I sure do love hurt/comfort) Wilbur Soot Needs A Hug (I don't write much Wilbur anymore but when I did a good hug would have fixed him.) Angst (I love angst. I love making people emotionally feel pain it's fun) Alternate Universe - Fae (I think that my first thought was "Man, I haven't written a Spiderbit fae au" means the answer is yes.) Angst with A Happy Ending (Yes. I can't write angst without making everyone happy in the end. Real life and canon may not give everyone happy endings but I sure will.)

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics? Love is always a big deal in my fics and it's not always like romantic love but it's almost always there. There is also a 'two people against the world' theme in my fics.

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [insert fic]? Explain your choices if you want! Kai targeted me with this one because they know I have playlists for most of my fics because it's what I turn on when I go to write most of the time. I need to organize most of them in fic plot order... (I would also love to talk about all my aus and their playlists if anyone wants to ask about them. Would also give me an excuse to organize them.) In Every Other Universe It Doesn't End Well Playlist If I was to treat it like a soundtrack: (Anything not mentioned is there for vibes.) Familia By Nicki Manaj, Anuel AA, Bantu - Plays during both of The Warehouse Scenes with Cucurucho. Way Up by Jaden - Plays during the first scene with Roier as Spiderman where he stops Cellbit from killing a man and the scene in the alley where Cellbit gets punched by the guy they are fighting. Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift - It is just the entire push and pull of Spiderbit throughout the whole fic. Roaring 20s By Panic! - Plays while Cellbit is being moody tm on the rooftop before the first confession. Memories By Thutmose + Let Go By Beau Young Prince - Would play after Cellbit is rescued and they are walking back/ first get to Roier's house. Self Love by Metro Boomin and Coi Lerray - This plays during The Second Confession Scene. It is also where I got the title from.

[educationaldm]

The Medieval Bestiary. Check out this site for inspiration for new Monsters.

[legionofmyth]

Big Eyes Small Mouth by Dyskami Publishing Company

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Big Eyes Small Mouth by Dyskami Publishing Company What is it? BESM 4E Big Eyes Small Mouth (BESM) 4th Edition is an anime-themed tabletop role-playing game designed to capture the diverse and dynamic styles of Japanese animation. Set in a flexible universe that can accommodate various genres—from high school romance to epic fantasy and mecha battles—BESM allows players to create and explore…

[yun-jin-noona]

Video titled 'Castlevania Nocturne is awful.'

I mean yeah, it was pretty lacking in a lot of ways, didn't really get good until we got to the end and-

*R slur used*

WHAT HOLD ON-

[sshoryuken]

1.what size bed does your muse typically prefer to sleep on? (ex. twin, full, queen, etc)

2. does your muse find it easier to sleep in a warmer room or a cooler room?

1. what size bed does your muse typically prefer to sleep on? (ex. twin, full, queen, etc)

"Well, if it were up to me, we wouldn't be sleeping on Wallace's crappy one-person futon. I think, like, a queen-sized bed would work. Unless that's for women only. In which case I guess a king-sized bed."

"After all, I'd still be sleeping next to Wallace, right? We'd need a lot of space! And he can finally quit complaining about me getting crumbs everywhere if he has his own entire side of the bed!"

2. does your muse find it easier to sleep in a warmer room or a cooler room?

"Warmer room in the winter, cooler in the summer. Our AC and heater bust really quickly though, like within the first week of us getting them fixed, so it's usually always the opposite."

"Good thing Wallace maxed out his body heat stat back in third grade! He's practically a human heater at night! Still mad that I chose proficiency in longbow..."

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 316

Adjective: Rich

Noun: Apple

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Rich: having a great deal of money or assets, or wealthy; (of a country or region) having valuable natural resources or a successful economy; of expensive materials or workmanship, or demonstrating wealth; generating wealth, or valuable; plentiful, or abundant; having (a particular thing) in large amounts; (of food) containing a large amount of fat, spices, sugar, etc.; (of drink) full-bodied; (of the mixture in an internal combustion engine) containing a high proportion of fuel; producing a large quantity of something; (of soil or a piece of land) having the properties necessary to produce fertile growth; (of a mine or mineral deposit) yielding a large quantity or proportion of precious metal; (of a color, sound, smell, etc.) pleasantly deep or strong; interesting because full of diversity or complexity; (informal) (of a remark) causing ironic amusement or indignation; containing a large amount of something specified

Apple: the round fruit of a tree of the rose family, which typically has thin red or green skin and crisp flesh, with many varieties have been developed as dessert or cooking fruit or for making cider; an unrelated fruit that resembles an apple in some way; the tree which bears apples; short for Big Apple

[hussyknee]

i'm so confused rn, can you explain the goncharov thing?? i get off tumblr for five minutes

(Edits closed as of 28 Nov.)

Lmaoooo

Nah I getchu. So this post has been circulating for like two years:

Link to post.

But yesterday, it had inspired someone to do this:

Link to post.

Next thing I knew there were fake Letterboxed reviews.

Goncharov moodboards. Really good ones.

Link to post.

Meta analysis. So many fake meta essays. Disturbingly good ones. And of course the memes. (Edit: HAVE I SAID THIS SHIT IS DISTURBING)

As you can see, the myth just started to grow, characters and ships and tropes being added one after the other, almost bizzarely without contradiction, until there was enough of shape to the whole thing for people to start posting fanfic about it on AO3. "No beta we die like ice-pick Joe" is already a tag.

Link to post.

It was hilarious in the beginning, but the way it's developed within less than a day, kind of like it's being willed into existence, is freaking me out a bit. We're toying with powers beyond our comprehension. 😂😂😂

Link to post.

Of course, there could be an ulterior motive as well.

Link to post (tags mine).

Edit: guys, please tag these posts "unreality" so people with disassociation issues can filter them out (not this one, this is an explainer). <3

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Edit 2: Aparently the boots in the original post are actually referring to a movie called Gomorrah that came out in 2008, directed by Mateo Garrone, based on the Scampia Feud. And other people had also been making posts about the fake movie for a while before the poster took off.

found by @thepotch

Edit 3: Explainer: why did those boots have this movie on them anyway?

Edit 4: Alt text added to all images courtesy of @valentineish ❤️

Edit 5: Turns out tumblr has done this kind of thing before. Nine years in this hell place and I had to have "Squiddles" and penis smp explained in the replies.

Edit 6: This post collects the Lore so far.

Edit 7: Lynda Carter (real one)/ earns more/ Tumblr cred.

Edit 8: Holy shit y'all we have the theme music. With sheet music. And it's on Spotify!

Edit 9: THERE IS A TRAILER WITH THE THEME MUSIC

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I made this post 18 hours after the movie poster went up. Closed edits 27 hours after first posting. So all of the above happened within 45 hours of the movie poster going up.

Edit 10: Google document live-compiling all the lore so far (Day 3)

Edit 11: Masterpost of Goncharov soundtracks (Day 3)

Edit 12: Entertainment news articles covering the Gonch-posting (real) (Contd from yday)

Edit 13: The music from the masterpost all compiled into a 31-minute original score with video edits on YouTube (edit: unfortunately taken down)

Edit 14: Staff's Goncharov art showcase for Tumblr Tuesday

As of closing on Day 3 there are 371 works in the AO3 tag.

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Updating with Day 3 shenanigans I missed yesterday:

Edit 15: Goncharov TV Tropes page

Edit 16: Ethics of Gonchposting

Important PSA 1 (how to reduce harm to Tumblr's neurodivergents)

Important PSA 2 (reality affirmation, anti-bullying)

Important PSA 3 (why you should stop trying to vandalise legit information sites)

Edit 17: Character lore from beezlebub whose poster they originated from

Edit 18: What we know about/ Director Matteo JWHJ0715 (#unreality)

Edit 19: Link to post with screenshotted and described NYT article (scroll down) and this golden exerpt from BuzzFeed: 💀

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End of Day 4 there are now 485 works in the Goncharov tag on AO3

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Didn't get to update this on Day 5, so these are the Day 5 doings:

More trailers!

Trailer 1 (My favourite)

Trailer 2

Trailer 3

Trailer 4

I also just found out about the Goncharov Game Jam.

It appears this opened a day after after the meme took off.

Goncharov was first entered into Wikipedia between Day 4 and 5 (attempts to vandalise it with fake info don't count, incidentally – please knock that shit off) under List of Internet Phenomena. This was then expanded into its own Wikipedia page at the end of Day 5 because, according to the talk history: "the topic now meets the notability threshold for its own artice due to significant coverage in The New York Times and other sources cited." We're on Wikipedia, people!

And then we made The Guardian half a day later. So while the meme is definitely dying down to embers by now, it still stays winning.

YouTube channels with episodes on the meme:

InformOverlord (4:30)

Lessons in Meme Culture (2:43)

End of Day of 5 there were 511 works on AO3, and End of Day 6 (today) there are 556.

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🚨BREAKING 🚨 from Martin Scorsese's daughter's TikTok (real actual)

tw: unreality:

We did it you guys!

Clarification: Francesca Scorcese asked her Dad about the meme and Martin played along. Please reblog this PSA to help Tumblr people with psychosis. Thanks.

Final edit: Day 8. Media reactions to Scorcese's TikTok (everyone from Forbes to Vulture). That one Tumblr user who said they'd do a screenplay if their post got notes has promised to shoot a single scene, but please don't be dicks just because you reblogged it; leave them alone until they get around to it themselves. As of end of Day 8 there are 609 works in the AO3 tag. I love all you lunatics. Peace! ❤️

[welcometoteyvat]

thinking about it again and my favorite sumeru subregion is probably the girdle of the sands (newest one, released 3.6) just because of the heaps and heaps of zoroastrianism refs and iranian mythology sprinkled all over the place it’s absolutely so cool. also sorush.