#woah. lore drop

[goldenfreddys]

september '04, cont.— a little identity never hurt nobody!

Jeremy’s cellphone was ringing in his pocket— a sort of tense, shrill melody he chose from a long menu of ringtone options because ‘tense’ and ‘shrill’ is how calls felt when they weren’t from his mom. It just felt right.

It was daytime, but the pizzeria was oddly empty. The band was lined up neat and still on the show stage.

He pressed the answer button and mumbled out a ‘hello?’

For a moment, there was nothing. In the static, Jeremy heard what could’ve been a sniffle. The rustle of fabric, a quiet whimper.

Finally, a small boy on the other end of the line asked, “... Is- is Mike there?”

“I don’t… think so. Whats wrong, bud?”

“I’m scared. It’s dark a-and I wanna go home, now.”

“Where are you? Do- um, do you know where you are?”

The kid let out a muffled sob. Jeremy started walking towards the office, glancing in the party rooms as he went. The walls were covered in construction paper portraits of a pale, round head with wide eyes and thick bars of faded blue tears streaming off to the bottom of the page.

“I guess not. That’s okay… Can you tell me who you are, big guy?”

The child’s voice wobbled, “My- my name…”

Suddenly, the call dropped. Quick, rhythmic beeps erupted from the speaker to reassure him it had been disconnected.

In the office, the old landline’s handset had been left hanging off the edge of the desk. It swung like a body from the gallows.

Sometimes, Jeremy would fight to escape the spider’s web of sleep. He’d think, I really need to get up, now and then sooner or later it would happen. Today, he didn’t feel any particular urge to wake up. He spent a long time edging in and out of consciousness- someone was humming and frying up bacon across the room. He nestled further into the couch to escape the growing light and pulled his thin blanket higher around his shoulders.

“Morning, babydoll. I made coffee.”

Jeremy opened his eyes cautiously. That wasn’t right. He was nobody’s baby, let alone someone’s babydoll.

He heard two people kissing some distance away and untensed. They seemed to be really going at it.

“And breakfast.”

The other person responded in a deep, warm voice, “Now that’s just suspicious. What did you do?”

The first man let out a prolonged, flabbergasted series of sounds expressing disbelief, shock and offence.

“Do I need to I re-open the nightguard posting?”

“No, no- believe it or not, he’s alive! Hey, just look and see for yourself!”

It was Mike, he realized. Jeremy remained perfectly still, even holding his breath for a moment.

“You brought this poor baby angel’s dead body into our beautiful house-”

“He’s sleeping.”

“See, you said that about Elizabeth's hamster, too.”

Mike leaned closer, “You’re sleeping, right?”

“Fuck off,” Jeremy responded.

The gig was up. Now he had to figure out what Mike wanted, and why he felt it was important enough to warrant kidnapping his coworker. Jeremy sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“I just need to figure out what’s going on, okay? What’s your relationship to ‘Dave Miller’?” Mike made exaggerated air-quotes around the name.

“... Who? The- the doctor?”

Jeremy looked around the living room. He was still in his work clothes, and his shoes were on the floor by the couch. Faintly remembering the night before, he realized he didn’t have his wallet, keys or cellphone. Shit.

“Mikey, he’s obviously not in cahoots. Look at him.” The other person–Eugene, he recalled–crossed his arms doubtfully.

Again, the two started bickering like he wasn’t there. Jeremy raised his hand, as though flagging the attention of a teacher halfway through class.

“What is it, sweetie?”

“Can I use the bathroom?”

Eugene motioned to the hall, “Last door on the right.”

“Thanks.”

As Jeremy washed his hands, he studied the space around the bathroom sink. At one edge of the counter, some various amenities were neatly organized in a bin- shaving cream, toothpaste, styling combs and cologne. At the other, there was a can of aerosolized body spray titled Tropical Breeze with some crusty build up around the nozzle.

He dried his hands. The room was tastefully decorated, though currently disheveled— an interior designer had clearly been involved. He glanced at the closed door. 

Nadia had a bad habit of idly snooping through drawers and cupboards; she liked knowing where things were, she said, “like, what if there was an emergency and we needed a flathead screwdriver, but didn't know where to find one?” spoken with unfettered confidence that an emergency that required a flathead screwdriver was tangible and imminent.

Jeremy nodded in agreement with the recollection of his best friend he pictured in his mind, then opened a cabinet above the sink. It had pills, gauze and various medical instruments. He leaned in to get a closer look. There were a couple over-the-counter painkillers, viagra, pepto bismol and petroleum jelly. Wrapped in a clear cellophane package labeled STERILE was what looked to be a thin, threaded hook. His brow furrowed a bit as he mulled over the intended application of the hook. Clearly not fishing, because the curve was too slight– and with fishing out of the equation, his relevant wisdom had run dry.

It was either medical or sexual, he figured. Maybe both.

Satisfied with his findings, Jeremy closed the cabinet and wandered back to the living room.

“Then who died?!” Mike asked in a tone that was either pissed off or distraught.

“Secret triplet?” Eugene offered.

“No!”

“It's not more unlikely.”

Jeremy grimaced, “Can y'all take this from the top for me?”

Mike sat down at the table and buried his face in his hands. Jeremy looked to Eugene, then back at Mike as he waited for a response.

After a pause long enough to make one doubt if he would continue at all, Mike said, “You're Sammy Emily.”

“Sammy Fitzgerald.” He corrected, pointedly, “... But I haven't gone by that since I was little.”

“Sammy died.”

“Sammy moved to Vermont, actually. Similar, sure, but not totally the same. Again, you're thinking of my sister.”

“Well, clearly not-”

“Unless there's another one!” Eugene interjected, triumphantly.

Jeremy pressed his lips together and stared at the floor. The topic sort of stung on a good day, and that morning had been shaping up to be the worst day in months. Frustration buzzed through him, nerve endings like frayed livewires in a damp, mildew filled supply closet. It was a miserable anger with nowhere to go.

“Are you good, hon?”

“I want my fucking mom. Or to go home and sleep… I want Nads to key your stupid mustang, too. And a smoke,” he mumbled.

“That's completely fair! Mike, fetch him a siga.” Eugene snapped his fingers for emphasis, “That's Yoruban for fag, which is British for…”

Mike groaned and waved him off before digging around in the pockets of a leather jacket hanging by the door.

He held out a battered carton of cigarettes to Jeremy, then jerked them out of reach with a stern glare, “... But if you touch my car, I'm gonna end up on the news.”

[aouiaa]

Theatrekid!ellie who at first made fun of drama clubs and stereotypical weird kids, but when she got the class in her third year of highschool, she found it wasn’t so bad. And when she found out it wasn’t so bad, she wasn’t either. She was really fucking good. With this talent she got a girl, Cat. The loser says it’s her talent that charmed her, but I’d beg to differ..

thee play’s poster(s)! ramble one. prologue. — ©AOUIAA 2024

[starspangledsteeve]

shout out to those who put themselves through severance s2 finale and sunrise on the reaping this week - we are gods strongest soldiers I guess

[elderwisp]

◁ || ▷ now playing

Icarus: Isn’t it interesting how one song can be linked to a single moment in your life. And it’s like at that very moment, such a simple tune seems so miniscule, yet here you are years later thinking about it.

-

Daniel: I’m surprised they took the fake ID’s.

Icarus: You think they actually care about kids like us?

Daniel: Tch. I’m surprised this hole in the wall hasn’t gotten raided. This place is crawling with people from our school. That guy over there is in our fifth period.

Icarus: And she’s in my first period. As for her, she’s new. 

Daniel: Now what’s a valley girl doing all the way out here? Mamas, looks like you missed your exit!

Icarus: Are you- Shut up!

Daniel: Well, if you’re not gonna talk to her then don’t mind if I do.

Icarus: What happened?

Daniel: She wants to talk to you.

Icarus: Fuuuuuuck.

Daniel: Have fun, bro.

Icarus: So, I see you’ve met Daniel and I’m assuming he made a complete fool of himself.

Violet: You say that as if he does that quite often.

Icarus: Talk to pretty women at bars? Mmm, that’s a first. Being a loser? Always.

Violet: He actually came over here to see if he could give me your number.

Icarus: Oh.

Violet: I figured I’d speak directly to you. I’m Violet.

Icarus: Like the song. 

Violet: Ah, yes. My dad has a thing for Hole so he named me after his favorite song.

Icarus: That’s really cool.

Violet: [ small laugh ] I guess so, and your name?

Icarus: Icarus.

Violet: Icarus… That’s a pretty name.

-

Ares: Hey Icarus! You alright?

Icarus: Yeah, just thinking.

Syx: If you’re gonna brood, can we at least go inside?

Icarus: [ snorts ] I’m not brooding.

Ares: Ya kinda are.

Icarus: Come on, man. You’re supposed to have my back!

Ares: By lying?

Icarus: Well no-

Ares: So you agree?

Icarus: I’m gonna shut up now.

[libbytwq]

"Recieving Answers" part 1

next part: here

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SMGL:E walks slowly out of SMG1 and SMG2’s house, being careful to shut the door without making much noise. They let out a sigh in relief as the door shuts almost silently.

They look around and gaze up at the night sky. The stars were gorgeous. But now was not the time.

SMGL:E pulls out a small scrap of paper from his jacket pocket. Karen had found it this morning and handed it to her when SMGL:E stepped into McDonald’s. Neither knew where it came from.

It read:

Dearest SMGL:E,

Meet me by your USB. I may have the answers you’re looking for.

♡ An old friend

It was awfully sketchy, and awfully vague. But the idea of having closure to the gaps in his memories was worth every second, so SMGL:E speed walked in the direction of their USB.

The cool night air brushed their face and ruffled the fluff on their tanuki tail and blew through their fluffy ears. SMGL:E wore a serious and determined look on her face.

Closure... knowing about what happened before arriving in the Mushroom Kingdom... this is exactly everything SMGL:E could ever want!

Several little twinkles appear in the corner of SMGL:E’s line of vision. A pink one, a teal one, and a blue one. She sighs. They are used to these sparkles appearing at random points throughout the day and don’t want them to bother her now, not when she’s so close to having answers.

From the corner of his eye, she sees the teal spark whizz in front of her in some sort of shape, and for a moment, he thinks he saw the teal sparkle write a word, before it disappears as fast as it appeared.

Stop.

SMGL:E frowns and continues speed walking in the direction of his USB. They will ignore it.

The blue spark whizzes in front of him, just like the teal one, and forms another word.

Don’t.

SMGL:E groans and picks up the pace. They maneuver their way into the forest their USB is located.

Whatever these stupid sparkles are, they are trying to stop her from finding answers.

She will ignore them. They keep going.

The pink spark doesn’t form any words, but whizzes around her in speedy circles, and feels what feels like a hand grab their shoulder, but there’s nothing there, just pink sparkles, and it’s not enough to pull SMGL:E back. But it’s enough to startle him and yank her shoulder away.

They groan loudly, stop running, and yell out into the night, to wherever these sparkling entities are around them.

“Whatever you... things are, I want you to leave me alone for just this moment!!” SMGL:E shouts, frustrated. “This is my one chance at finding out a hint on who I actually am, I need answers, and you won’t take this away from me!”

They stop yelling, and wait for any type of response.

Nothing. No sparkles.

SMGL:E sighs in mild relief and wanders into the clearing of the forest, and spots the USB.

But there’s a person standing in front of it, their back facing her. Someone who looks familiar, but still someone she’s never met in their life.

They wore a dark gray vest and a white collared shirt, and long, sleek, black gloves that reached their elbows. They wore dark pants and knee high, sleek boots. Their hair was black and sleek, and in the silhouette of the night, they looked like they had fluffy gray ears, similar to the fluffy ears SMGL:E has, except her ears are purple.

SMGL:E swallows nervously and hesitantly steps closer. They clear their throat. Here goes nothing.

“...You wanted to see me?” Her voice wavered as she spoke.

The figure turned around and SMGL:E sees their face for the first time.

A familiar face, yet so unfamiliar. They had a singular curved, dark gray horn just above their forehead in the direct middle, and three eyes, two in normal spots and one on their forehead, with black in the spots the whites should be. Their pupils were a glowing white color, and they stared at SMGL:E, and a smile curves from their lips.

“I was hoping for the day I’d get to see you again,” they said. “I’ve missed you.”

They walk towards SMGL:E and grins. They were shorter in stature compared to SMGL:E.

SMGL:E tilts their head, a little nervous.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are. When I crash-landed here, my memories were all out of whack-”

“That’s perfectly okay!” They say, the smile not leaving their face. It was comforting, but also... ominous, but SMGL:E wasn’t sure how. “I don’t blame you for your memories being a little fuzzy. It must be awfully terrifying not knowing what happened prior to this… but I’m here to offer you some answers.”

SMGL:E’s face lights up and she sighs.

“Thank you… what’s your name?”

The mysterious person smiles a soft smile, their glowing white pupils twinkling lightly.

“Ignatius.”

SMGL:E was a little stunned.

Ignatius… that sounded… extremely familiar…

I.

SMGL:E had a habit of associating colors and words and objects and creatures with specific letters of the alphabet. I, J, K, L, M, N…

Something clicked in her brain.

These letters were people.

And Ignatius was the I.

They matched the exact vibe SMGL:E associated with I.

The one SMGL:E didn’t like thinking about for too long. The affection, yet the dread… the feeling of being able to meld with this person perfectly, yet the feeling like she will crumble if she allows that to happen… the one they associated with black and gray and white… the one they associated with the number three… it all made sense!

SMGL:E smiles softly, mildly nervously.

“…I don’t exactly remember you… but I remember your vibe…” SMGL:E says softly.

Even if the vibe was a little ominous, having some semblance of familiarity is a relief.

Ignatius smiled softly.

“What a relief… now for your introduction…”

SMGL:E glances around slowly, mildly confused.

“…You already know my name..? You wrote it on the paper you got to me…” SMGL:E says, tilting his head.

Ignatius chuckles under its breath.

“Maybe so, but you don’t know your name, now do you?”

SMGL:E feels even more confused.

“I do, though?” SMGL:E responds, puzzled. “It’s literally SMGL-“

“SMGLore.”

SMGL:E stops as Ignatius cuts her off.

Did… did they just…

She looks at Ignatius stunned, who just looks at her with a knowing smile.

“Your name, before your memory got wiped, was SMGLore,” it says, walking closer to them. “That’s what the L stands for. Lore.”

SMGL:E feels their heart race.

Lore…

SMGLore…

That was the name on the tip of her tongue that they were seemingly always unable to say. Every time she tried to say it, she glitches out a bit, as if he had forgotten it, despite not forgetting it.

“…SMGLore..?”

SMGL:E gasps when they realize they are able to say it.

“…oh my goodness… Lore… that’s me!”

She grows giddy and ecstatic. They can remember his name! After so long, she could remember what the L stood for!

Ignatius gazed up at SMGL:E lovingly, smiling softly. It had been a hot minute since it has seen her smile like that.

SMGL:E turns to Ignatius, beaming happily, before going to his chaotic performance grin.

“Now I can properly introduce myself to everyone I meet!” they proclaim loudly. “IT IS I, SUPER MEME GUARDIAN LORE!!”

The yelling echoes throughout the forest, and Ignatius chuckles softly.

“Do you want to keep the “Error” in your name, too?” it asks. “That’s what the E stood for in SMGL:E, right?”

She grins and shrugs.

“Eh. It gets to be a bit of a mouthful, y’know? Maybe I can drop the ‘Error’ sometimes.”

Ignatius chuckles, and SMGL:E’s smile softens. Despite this being the first time since they lost her memories they have heard Ignatius laugh, it feels like he’s heard it dozens of times before.

Ignatius steps closer to SMGL:E and puts both it’s hands on her shoulders and gazes up at them lovingly.

SMGL:E feels their heart skip a beat in his chest, and they blush lightly.

“Ignatius, hang on, what’re you-“

Before she could finish the sentence, Ignatius had pulled SMGL:E by the shoulders into a kiss.

SMGL:E freezes and doesn’t reciprocate the kiss immediately. Part of her felt horrified that this was happening, but part of them felt like this was right and perfect and wanted it to continue, and yet there was another part that felt ashamed for thinking that, because he wanted to save her first kiss for Karen, and now it had gotten pretty much stolen.

SMGL:E pries Ignatius off of her and breaks the kiss.

“W-Woah woah woah, hang on… what was that for?”

Ignatius was a little stunned when she parted the kiss, but composes itself.

“…Right, you don’t remember…” they say, smiling softly. “…We loved each other, Lore, y’know. Before your memories got lost.”

SMGL:E blushes and sighs.

“…Okay, maybe we were a couple back before I ended up here, but even if you’ve known me all your life, as far as I’m concerned, I’ve only known you for two minutes, so having my first kiss stolen by someone I’ve only known for two minutes is… yeesh…”

Ignatius’s eye twitches.

“That was far from your first kiss though, darling…” they say, a loving smile on its face.

SMGL:E blushes and frowns.

“Okay, whatever, but that felt like my first kiss…” they grumble softly. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, but I was saving it for someone that wasn’t you.”

Ignatius’s smile falters for a moment, but quickly regains themselves.

“Someone else..? Who else could there possibly be?” they say.

SMGL:E almost names Karen, but feels the colorful sparkles from earlier return. SMGL:E feels a little frustrated that they’ve returned despite her yelling at them, but doesn’t show it on her face. Ignatius can’t seem to see the sparkles, which is a bit of a relief.

SMGL:E feels the phantom hand of the pink sparkle gently tug on their arm, almost as if it wanted her to stop speaking. SMGL:E sighs and decides not to say Karen’s name.

“It’s none of your business,” he says. “I came here for answers about my past, not small talk about my love life. I don’t want to focus on our history quite yet… I just want to know what’s going on. Tell me where I came from, what am I, how I got here… everything you know…”

Ignatius looks a little less happy than it was earlier, but smiles softly anyway. SMGL:E swears she saw a flicker of Ignatius’s hair drift up like a piece of ash from a fire into the night.

From the corner of her eye, SMGL:E sees the three sparkles whizzing around, the pink, teal and blue all writing out a word.

Unreliable.

SMGL:E pays it no mind and looks down at Ignatius again, who smiles a charming, yet eerie smile.

“…Very well. I will tell you all I know.”

end of part 1

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[lionelvis-animatronic]

Meowoah Meowma I’m hummina hummina Reborn

1) Who are you?

Im Lionelvis more specifically a animatronic lion The King at Chuck E. Cheese

2) How did you get here?

(Before his resurrection) when Elvis "died" half of his soul left the body. It went in search for a proper host, while on the hitchhiking in a family's station wagon the group stopped at a Chuck E. Cheese. There the soul found the proper host a The King animatronic

and thus I was born

Meowoah Meowma I'm not lion it's a lil confusing

3) What have you done during your time at the pizzeria?

Well I’ve been putting on some furrtastic shows here, found an orb, and even got a twin @animatronic-lion-elvis

I’m always open to a lil conversation and Always remember you’re a Rockstar hummina hummina hummina

DL kvu'a ahsr hivba Rpun Rha

[shrimpothy]

DR. FISH - FOOT SURGEON

[angelic-waffles]

More art of my creepypasta oc!

His name is Vee (he/she) and he’s not a proxy, but not dissimilar from one.

Around 1979, she fucked up and in a violent rage murdered his best friend. To avoid damnation, the devil cut a deal with her. He’d do everything it said, reap souls, and kill the stubborn ones whose time had come.

She could never die. Never age. And never escape. Forever promised to be a puppet of a cruel master

[rhunsui]

That side character i said yesterday was.....

The one,

The only

*drumroll*

Not Spooky...

But

Bruner!

Yep, hes the 'certain side char' that literally no one was waiting for!

Now you definitely are not thinking, Why Bruner? Well, im gonna tell ya whether you like to or not! Cuz you can skip anyway! Theres a TL;DR by the way...

(TL;DR is 'too long; didnt read')

Anyways, the reason that the certain dude is Bruner is cuz he's actually part of the lore! Not a big role, but he kind of plays a part in Helly's past.

Wondering why? You probably arent, but, yk how in the pilot episode of RoboPoli, Bruner was supposed to be part of the rescue team?

Now, in the RPTA, its normal for students to drop out due to the inability to keep up, not everyone's a rescuer!

Im not trying to say that he was an ex-rescuer, im trying to say that when Helly was still RPTA (Rescuer Preparation and Training Academy, ill talk about it in a diff post), One of Helly's coach's mentioned something about Bruner being a past-student there but dropped out.

But Bruner was different, Bruner was doing just fine in the RPTA, he was good at the training, he could keep up. But one day, he just.... left.

Bruner's only explanation about his dropout was, 'Rescuing isnt for me.' After that, his whereabouts were unknown, they thought he went back to his hometown, unfortunately the academy had no info on Bruner's family to know if that were true. So of course he would be remembered by the trainers and coaches of the RPTA.

The way Helly knew about Bruner was like what I said, a coach mentioned Bruner at some point and Helly just so happened to remember it. Bruner was also a common example that the trainers used for the students. What i mean by that is the trainers record their students, Bruner's recordings were usually used and sometimes they would tell the students a bit about Bruner. There is also a file of Bruner somewhere in the faculty room...

Enough about the RPTA, I'll be telling you about Bruner himself!

Bruner was actually very popular during his RPTA times, which kind of the reason he's a lil selfish and loves praise. Honestly, he was probably popular cuz he liked to sneak away to private places to play ball...

Now as to why he dropped out, its because he never wanted to be a rescuer to begin with!

Yeah, he didnt wanna! So why is he even IN the RPTA to begin with?

Well, thats because of his family tree!

His fathers side of the family is a whole line of rescuers, so Bruner was forced to become a rescuer to keep the family tradition going.

Bruner always wanted to be an architect/builder, so when he was forced into training his entire childhood to get accepted, he obviously hated it! Sure, everyone in the academy was nice, but being a rescuer was not what he wanted to be! He may like the attention rescuers get, but he doesn't want THAT much attention, it would be too much for him!

So by the time he was 18, he dropped out of the RPTA to run away and pursue his dream.

The place he ran to, the one and only Broomstown of course! However, his family does not know anything about Bruner's whereabouts... The only ones who know are his cousin's (Aka, Bruny's) family which is on his mother's side. Bruner also got most of his genetics from her side. Bruner trusted them because it was his auntie and cousins that played builder with him, and they didnt care about what Bruner would be, they also promised not to tell!

So thats it, Bruner's story! I guess he's kind of the only one with a proper backstory... But hey, at least he has one, ya know?

Heres the TL;DR -

Bruner used to train to be rescuer, didnt wanna, ran away to Broomstown and his family dunno except cousin's fam (Bruny). Helly heard of Bruner cuz trainers talk abt him sometimes back when he (Helly) was in training.

[cloud-makers-make-pollution]

someone explain to me what the point of auditioning for something is if you get in and you’re not even allowed to go

like sure I get it if it’s a high demand thing and you audition and you don’t get it but it’s ok cause it’s for the experience but literally what is the the point of auditioning for something decently prestigious that could actually get me into the places that I want to be and getting on only to then be told that I can’t even go

why? because im not in the country on the day the showcase. sure I get that but “no one can take you” “it’s too far away” I told them all this before I auditioned and they said “no it’s fine we can get you there” but clearly now they can’t

I can’t even try and audition again next term because there’s no way they’ll let me even try and take the commute myself in winter

but genuinely I didn’t even think I’d make it into there and now I have and immediately I cannot go and why? why? because my bloody sibling has to be carted around to every single sports event in the world. half the time she doesn’t even want to do it. I want to do this. they spend loads of money on her coaching and her training because “she’s an athlete”. she’s 10. I could get the coaching and training to be a bloody actor if I tried just you can’t get me there apparently and when I bring this up they tell me “what were we supposed to do” and try and guilt trip me into feeling bad so I feel better about not going because im doing something beneficial but I literally have to plan my life around her sports events and her training sessions and when I finally get accepted into the one thing that I actually want to do and would be literally one of the only things I do outside of school I can’t

and now I’m the unreasonable one and I “shouldn’t have auditioned if you’re going to act like this” just because I really wanted to do this and now I’ve actually secured the opportunity I can’t even do it. look me in the eyes and tell me that im wrong. tell me that im the one being awful and that I need to sort myself out because genuinely I don’t get it

[haretobeloved]

Ppl saying all the gen 5 gym leaders are queer except for Clay - y'all don't see the vision

[alcettogo]

looking at English idioms and expressions online because Im about to do something So funny with A Clustered Garage but I need to know if it actually makes sense

[falllpoutboy]

haven’t wrapped my head around there being “something” between A and J that was apparently so obvious that even “people in chicago” knew

[justyourtypicalwriter]

sometimes I come up with ideas that make me a firm believer that I need to take a forever nap because holy shit what the fuck was that-

[kaimeiiscrying]

Hihi!! Here's some art I did of Clyde from my oc story The Enigma Experiment! I may post lore eventually but nfhdhdjsnsd I suck at actually writing lore 😭😭😭

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

this is a subject change but also a question that for fandom-hermitage reasons i am genuinely curious as to the answers to, bc i don't think i've ever seen anyone have a conclusive hc about it. anyway,

if you're split between multiple regions choose the one that you lean more towards or that feels most likely to you to be the canon answer. also feel free to elaborate in tags/comments on your answer 👀