#((LORE TIME))

[therekinperson]

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[unstable-son-of-hades]

OPEN RP STARTER- Koreys childhood.

TW:child abuse, yelling, panic attacks and probably other things.

Please do not interact if this makes you uncomfortable or something.

You wake up and find yourself in a random house? Obviously not the big house, or anywhere in camp halfblood or camp jupiter. But where are you?

You see a little kid who looks like Korey getting yelled at and... hit? By someone who you guess is his mum, and a man? Who you guess to be the boys stepfather or someone like that, standing off to the side.

What do you do?

(Mum will be pink, step-dad will be blue.)

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[best-gotham-police-officer]

Ever

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Hurts

Everything

In

my

body

Hu

rts—

Ꭵ Ƥ𝐚𝔂 𝐓𝓱𝑒 ƤяƗĆ𝑒 𝐓Ø 𝐚 𝓼Ɨ𝐍 Ꭵ ⓒ𝐚𝐍𝐍Ø𝐓 𝐀𝐓Ø𝐍𝑒

ꀤꌗ ꀤ꓄ Lꂦꃴꍟ?

꒒ꂦꃴꍟ¿‽

ｔｈⓔ Ｃαℕ𝓋α丂 ώⓔⓔᑭ丂

The

HuMan

tHat

I Am

That

I

Am

Not

Allowed to

BE

Ꭵ м𝐚𝓭𝑒 𝐓𝓱𝑒 мƗ丂𝐓𝐚Ⓚ𝑒 Øⓕ ᒪØｖƗ𝐍𝕘.

[autistic-pebbles-au]

Were pebbles’ engineers also really into mineralogy like he is?

[ We can say so! ]

Many options were considered before the final design got unanimous consent, yet as Looks To The Moon had already existed by this time, (Autistic) Five Pebbles could mostly act as her assisting supercomputer thus reducing the risk of running out of water and damaging any of them in process.

So what's the rock obsession for?

The decision to implement the gemology could be a bit random but with time the Superstructure Engineers began to realize, that LTTM and the other iterator projects in the closest area, such as NiSH and SRS, might not cooperate with others of their kin to accomplish the Triple Affirmative or simply would gain some "emotional defects" as they called the risk of prioritization the earthly needs over the Great Problem.

Because of that, they came up with idea of a singular superstructure uniting other machines by a regular interaction also exchanging essential information ( a.k.a. "sharing the worries with others") to prevent the "emotional defects" from happening. A proper behavior programming capable of this task would require more of the computing power thus that kind of iterator couldn't be able to focus on other things effectively but it assured the immunity to the danger this specific iterator would theoretically encounter. An obsession around specific thing was considered a good defense mechanism to apply.

And so, a mindset of an autistic person fitted well - Pebbles could easily and with pure honesty (unaffected by encountered "defective iterator") "share any of his worries" to LTTM - a senior of the local iterator group and formally "Pebble's elder sister" - and she would have a bit more of a control over reaching their designated goal of Triple Affirmative together with other superstructures without dealing with such unwanted "emotional defects" on the way.

Little the Engineers knew, Five Pebbles could turn out to be the only one not affected by the curse he was designed to withhold from spreading...

That's enough lore for now, I'll probably edit this by the time going but not the lore itself XP

Also I hope you enjoy this little comic-like art! I really want to make some real comic one day so that's another step towards it!

Btw AMOGUS

[keeperthemultiversemom]

Nyxie, why are there black tears streaming down your face???

[asktheremnantsaskblog]

I have to ask. Mike, why are you still tied up? You're essentially a shape-shifting ghost made of liquid soul. Just make your hands smaller dude.

[ghost-bxrd]

Hello I too am here for fae!dick it's getting me through the workweek

One of the Other things I am VERY intrigued by is Too Many Teeth. It feels a little Uncanny Valley to me. Because you see it, you know it's Wrong, but you're not entirely sure why, and even if you could explain it, who is going to believe you?

Dick has too many teeth? OK well how many teeth SHOULD he have? Maybe there are a lot of people out here knowing how many teeth one should have, but are people cracking open their mouths and letting you count them? Maybe his wisdom teeth came in weird. You don't know.

Anyway I don't know if this is in line with any folklore but Dick stealing people's teeth? Like if he whacks someone in the face and a tooth comes out, does he pick it up, dust it off, and stick it in his gums? You had your chance, it's his tooth now? It's not just Too Many Teeth, it's a collection of teeth.

Hehehe okay, some more lore time!

So line in the sand is: there is no line.

There’s no rule to the other beings. The fae creatures I grew up with did not follow any logic. They changed a bit with every retelling of the stories and every time you thought you caught a glimpse of them through the stained glass of the kitchen window they’d have some other feature you’d never heard of or seen before.

So when I say too many teeth I imagine anything from “teeth that look crammed into a human mouth” to “several rows of teeth like a shark’s” depending on what you expect to see and what the other being feels like looking to others on this fine day.

On this note, it would not be too far fetched to imagine Dick would collect teeth like a giggling magpie, only to adorn himself with them or shove them in his own gums when he feels like it.

You know, being a vigilante has the added benefit of being allowed to knock out criminals’ teeth every other night anyway. ✨

Uncanny valley indeed 🌙

[ickyguts]

Friendly fire

[twister-sister]

Who is Eclipse's Mother?

*Rubbing my evil grubby hands together* hehe *Idea: KC kept the star and reset the world completely, including rewriting himself, so everything happens after the rewriting* JK was made as the first bio-organic animatronic or 'BOA' for short, when he hit his young adult years he became fascinated with one of the scientists who worked on 'project: BOA' her name was Apollo, named after the Greek god of music, dance, truth, prophecy, healing, diseases, the Sun and light.

Apollo and JK spent many, many hours together she was his first everything. Three years in the two of them accidentally discovered that his and her biological makeup was compatible. First, there were the twins Sun and Moon a year later Eclipse. By this time the creator was fascinated with the idea that they could breed this led to him questioning JK and Apollo about running tests and looking into the development during gestation alongside running tests to which they agreed none the wiser. The creator did indeed study the development but also experimented with and modified the developing BOA baby, due to the scientist's interference and Nano machine technology it resulted in Mischief and Mayhem they could fuse into one or split apart and be two, the experimentation caused the two to be unstable and turned the pregnancy into high risk. Eight months in complications rose and tensions grew high between JK and his father, JK found out then of his father's horrific scientific experiments on his mate and child. Apollo was rushed to the OR when the two altered BOA babies were extracted only to find out that there was a third one in there that had been hiding somehow some way, all three were abnormally small. it was touch and go with Apollo, JK staying up all hours day and night taking care of his litter of six and learning. His father had finally found a way to implant a human consciousness into an artificial body the proof being he, had planted himself into an exoskeleton. When JK asked for the notes the creator refused noting that the BOA project was obsolete to project New Life, this led to them fighting JK slipping back into his old ways long enough to kill the man and take the notes. However, fate was not on JK's side, while he was busy with his father Apollo passed on. Sure he could use the star to bring her back but that would cause so many problems, he had thought about rewriting the world yet again but he knew that would rewrite his children and their families as well as the bonds they had built, so to him it makes sense to suffer in silence and raise his children, shaping the world into something better without the use of the star.

[cactus-flowerz]

article: hazbin hotel season 2 is gonna focus on alastor's backstory

me:

[ask-dimension71542]

Just gotta put this last book back and-

[Incoming feed]

Huh?

[Feed from Solar Flare: Model A8 Designation 01947]

What’s this about?

Oh.

Oh no.

[mod-autumn]

17

[askthefranmily]

polantras do you have any other stories from the 1st dimension?? i think the one abt the king and the healing water was neat !!

“Sorry… I’m having trouble remembering any others from the top of my head…”

[keeperthemultiversemom]

What could be consider laws of the multiverse?

Or is there no such thing?

Aight aight

Let's go, explanation for time

For this one I will speak as creator

This is infos I've shared before on my site, and I got the greenlight to share it here !

Reminder that @neonross was the og creator of Out of Bounds and I am merely one of the artist and writers ( and alternatively the lore gremlin that make sure everything is smooth good lore lol ( so for lore clarification yeh I'm the good person to ask haha))

So here are the "laws" of the multiverse and how it works in wttmv specifically !

Those rules apply only in our story, but anyone who wants to use those concepts are welcome, of course ! Neon Ross's og intent was to have rules flexible enough for people to make characters and have fun with the concepts, but we don't mean to be an autority of any kind and ruin people's fun... Anyway, explanation time

It's not really "laws" so much as rules for ourselves and for our story, to give it nuances and stakes and the right amount of lore scratching complexity

Some characters however might tell you that these are laws lmao

✨Out of Bounds ✨

___-Lore Guide-___

Out of Bounds (OOB) is a realm existing beyond the multiverse, operating by its own rules and devoid of time. This guide provides insight into OOB's nature, its role in the multiverse, and the mechanics governing its interactions.

Nature of Out of Bounds

Definition :

• OOB is a space outside of alternate universes, akin to the Void Realm in Towags where forgotten characters and places reside.

• Awareness of this space is limited, known only to those who reside within or encounter its inhabitants.

Television :

• Floating televisions within OOB display AUs, acting as viewports or portals for interaction.

• Televisions serve as a primary means for Multiversers to observe and interact with AUs. ( While it is the primary way, note that there are exceptions and other ways to travel )

Shows :

• We call "show" the stories within the multiverse. Includes the Original, Variants, Alternate Universes.

• The Original cannot be touched or interacted with by anyone.

• Variants are copies of the original with very minor changes (art style, design, head canons). They can be interacted with on varrying degree, depending on the creator of the variant will.

• AUs are copies of Welcome Home with major or noticeable changes, from the story, to the characters and their designs.

Vintage Tapes :

• AUs are stored within vintage tapes, with the film inside representing the universe's timeline.

• Tapes categorize AUs into Fixed and Flexible, depending on the level of interaction allowed by the creators of each AUs.

Interference Mechanics :

• Interfering with Fixed AUs poses risks, as altering their storylines can lead to universe corrupt and/or collapse.

• Flexible AUs allow more interaction, often featuring crossovers and Y/N scenarios.

Out of Bound Spaces

Channels :

• Spaces integral to the multiverse system, including the Observer's TV room, the Archives, and Admin's film room.

Shows :

• The AUs themselves, contained in the multiverse, then OOB

Lost Media :

• Spaces not categorized as channels or tapes, such as the Keeper's domaine, Trader's space, and Stitcher's atelier. (Often time those are kind of like shells of dead/collapsed/modified AU, or pocket dimensions)

Pillars of Creation :

• Vast space outside of the multiverse, a galaxy-like zone full of stars, that is said to be where the creators of AUs reside. Very few characters go so far in the OOB.

In between :

• The void between the AUs. It is devoid of breathable air, often dark and lightless as well. Some multiversers are unaffected by the lack of air, but stay careful ! We don't know what lurks or leaks in the in-between

Diagram made by Bloomenvogel and Neon Ross for the Out of Bound as we see it in WTTMV

Note : this diagram applies to wttmv, but feel free to use I with your characters if you want ! Just like all of those rules, we made those to help make the story as a whole

Out of Bound Inhabitants

Natives of OOB :

• The Out of Bound is often said to have a mind of its own... It will sometimes create its own variants of the core cast, for reasons still obscures to this day. Notable characters born from the OOB : Observer, Courier, Messenger

"Refugies"

• Cast or OC characters that had their worlds destroyed/corrupted/collapsed, and who are left to wander in the multiverse. Most often they will end up in Peacekeeper's domaine until they can be rehomed in a flexible tape or new universe, or adapt to the Out of Bounds.

• A character that adapts to the Out of Bounds will then be called "Multiverser" along with the native of OOB

• Characters considered "refugies turned multiverser" in wttmv : Peacekeeper, Filante, Trader, ShopKeeper, Watcheye, Stitcher, Croupier

Multiversers :

• Multiversers are the inhabitants of the Out of Bounds. Often times, they are anomalies that have developped specific abilities allowing them to reside or survive in the Out of Bounds. Those abilities often includes being able to travel to multiple flexible tapes, but not always. A multiverser will almost always be a variant of a cast character, and rarely, if not ever, a y/n or fan oc. (If you wonder why y/n and ocs are excluded from being multiversers specifically, it's because Y/N is at its core a you self insert, but *you* are supposed to be viewers in the story. It's fine when in a pocket universe like Keeper's and Trader, a y/n can exist there, but in the oob it could causes some problems of logic with viewer influence and control, or the focus of the story could go astray to fit a y/n, which is not a story we want to tell. It kinda goes for ocs too)

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I tried to say as much as I could without much spoilers... For the reminder, I already explained the main, general chronology of wttmv on the site

Ik, ik, it's a bit of a hassle to go search and look and all. Tbh the site is kind of a way to give a bit of a treat for the really big fans who are ready to go on a separate site to get lore lmao /lh

But now I get to ramble here too ! Hurray !

TLDR :

OOB is big and weird. The AUs and Variants can be interacted with only if allowed by the creators. Multiversers are the weird cast variants living in the oob. The OOB is kinda like an onion, it has layers. Most characters always stay in the multiverse part.

[black-suns-rim]

Shattered Cyrstal - The shattering

Short story. This may become a series, so let's say this is part 1.

Warning: death, graphic imagery

Everything's a blur...

"Ugh.. everything hurts... what happened?" The large figure tried to get up. He winced in pain and held his side as he slowly sat on his knees. He held his head as his ears rang loudly through his head. He looked up to see the quart room, once white and gold, now in a red light. The stone pillars that were once decorated now were broken, chipped and cracked. Stone fragments laid on the ground along with the statues of past Light Priests.

His eyes slowly began to focus and the ringing in his ears ceased. "No... no, no, no..." Stone shards rained down from the sky as he got up, grunting in pain, ducking for safety. "The crystal..." He didn't believe what he saw. He had to look again. He had to see if his eyes were telling the truth. Peeking out from his safe cover, he saw it; red, violently spinning and shooting out shards. The same shards that were falling from the sky. The crystal that once was made of pure light, it was no more.

He leaned his back up against the pillar he was hiding behind, "this can't be... how?.." He noticed something odd amongst the broken stone as he was trying to recall the events that happened before this. He squinted his eyes to try and see more clear. His heart sank as he realized what he was staring at and then all his memories came flooding back to him. The events became clear in his mind before he was knocked out.

The screaming, he heard it now, all around him. His senses were heighted as his heart began to thump within his chest. A Light Priest was crawling on the floor, injured serverly, trying to get to cover when a shard fell from the sky and hit them. He witness the Light Preist get Impaled and turn to stone. He gasped as he looked around in panic. Remembering everyone who was in the quart room with him before the crystal shattered.

"Alef! ALEF!?" He left his safety as he desperately called out, "ALEF! MY SON! WHERE ARE YOU!?" He winced and limped, taking cover when he needed to. The shards were shooting out of the reddened and broken crystal in timed periods. "ALEF!" He called out once more. He traveld closer to the crystal where the shards became more frequent, "ALEF! AL- Alef...? Alef!" He ran to the stone body that bore his son's clothing.

"No, no, no, NO, NO!" His voice cracked and shook as he fell to his knees at the small cold stone statue body. He picked it up, "No! My Alef! This can't be! My boy..? No... my Alef..." He held the stiff body in his hands as he began to weep. His son was small enough to fit in his hands, but was larger than any other child of the kingdom since he was of royal blood.

He was out in the open and the shards fell on him, but he ignored the pain. The adrenaline was high and he didn't believe what he was holding to be his son, "This can't be you?... no, you were here! You were here..."

He held the stone body close to his chest, not wanting to believe it was him. But he still weped. The shards pelted him for a while before someone began to shout for him.

"MY KING? MY KING!" He didn't hear the strained small voice over his weeping and the sound of the shards hitting the ground, the pillars, the statues and so on.

"Oh my Alef, my sweet Alef..." He kept repeating.

"MY KING!" The small voice became louder as it came closer. He heard the voice and recognized who it was.

"He's dead..." He choked back tears, his voice not loud enough for them to hear.

"My king?..."

"HE'S DEAD! My little boy! My Alef, he's gone!" He cried out.

The small figure stood behind the hunched over king. They stammered, trying to speak and hearing how heartbroken he was, "King Resh, we need to get out of here. It's not safe."

Another figure appeared behind him, limping with a large battle spear in his hands, using it as a crutch, "My King, Lamed is right. It's not safe here, we need to get out."

"Tsadi... Lamed... where are the others?..." He turned to face them. He saw the both were injured, Tsadi more than Lamed.

"They are out of the storm and safe. We tried to rescue as many as we could while you were knocked out. We didn't know if you would even wake up..." Tsadi hesitated, "Alef... he refused to go to safety... He... He saved as many as he could. Your son was brave... and a true leader."

"My king, you're injured, we need to leave before it gets any worse." Lamed pleaded. Resh was silent as he held onto the stone body of his son. The giant king stood up to his full height, gripping his side under his cloak as he did so. He looked down at his two friends. The shards came down again, hitting his back. This time he felt it and grunted in pain.

"With the rest of my strength, I will get us out of here." Resh tucked away the small stone body of his son into one of the many pockets. He picked up Lamed and Tsadi as if they were just toddlers, and with what little light magic he had left, the king charge up his cape. As if his cape were a pair of wings, he used it to shoot up into the air like a bird.

The light magic he had left was enough to keep them in flight until they were able to reach safety, where the other injured were taken. King Resh landed, stumbling before letting go of Lamed and Tsadi. He felt light headed and his vision faded to black before he fell over. When his body hit the floor, the ground beneath everyone shook.

"MY KING!" Tsadi yelled, "GET A HEALER OVER HERE, NOW!" Tsadi went up to Resh. He noticed strange dark shards coming out from the king. He didn't like the look of them. At least 3 healers ran over to the king to come to his aid.

Tsadi backed away as the healers began their work. He sat down on a stone bench and held his head. Lamed sat right next to him and placed a hand on his arm, "you should get looked at, you are far worse than the others."

"I won't be looked at until everyone else has been taken care of. Including you." His tone was soft but stern.

"As you wish..." She left and went to any available healer. Tsadi watched as the many healers frantically went forth and back to as many as they could. People were howling from sorrow and loss, others cried from pain. It heart is heart to hear all the pain. He spotted the other Realm Elders being treated which somewhat put him at ease.

Tsadi stood up and limped his way to a healer to be looked at. Daleth had watched Tsadi arrive with Lamed and the King before he had fainted from the injuries he obtained. Daleth's arm was broken and placed into a sling that hung from his back. The old Realm Elder slowly made his way to Tsadi and sat right next to him as he was being treated. Tsadi took notice of Daleth but didn't say a word. They sat together in silence as they watched the healers bring in an extremely large transportation boat for the king.

"Who knew this would happen..." Daleth broke the silence.

"Yeah... How are the twins, Teth and Ayin doing? Any bad injuries?"

"Broken arms, legs, ribs and concussions. The twins had to be sedated because they wouldn't stop moving while the healers tried to work on them." Daleth coughed and winced.

"Figures. They are young and don't know how to deal with pain like we do." Tsadi glanced at the old man while a healer was stitching his arm up.

"They could learn a lesson from you about dealing with physical pain." Daleth stood up.

"They could. But they wouldn't have the patience like I did when I went through my training."

"True. Take care, Tsadi. I'm going to aid the healers." Tsadi nodded as Daleth left. He looked up to the mountain the crystal was kept on. A violent storm was forming around it and he had a horrible feeling this was only the beginning of something far worse.

[st-playhouse-story-blog]

Lore Time)))

Jobs That Didn't Work Out...

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Before getting at Freddy's, Vincent had worked at many different places and had some rough luck. Almost every year, he found himself in a new job, and every time ended up being fired for the same reasons or leaving on his own and never going back to any of them.

For example, working as a waiter in a local Chinese restaurant called "Golden Dragon", Vincent only lasted three months before being fired for poor service quality.

Working there was very tiring for him, with the sheer number of orders and duties, and was difficult to communicate with the staff, who mainly spoke in their own Chinese, making it hard to understand them. As a result, he developed some prejudice towards them...

But in turn Vincent was also a constant source of trouble for both the staff and management. He frequently made mistakes such as getting orders wrong, forgetting them entirely, mixed up the bills, leaving tables uncleared or dropped dishes in front of the restaurant's customers — which was the final straw for management that led to his dismissal. So for every mistake, Vincent had to work overtime or do extra tasks beyond his regular duties to ensure he didn't lose his pay.

A huge weight was lifted off Vincent's shoulders when he was finally fired from that cursed job. Almost immediately after being dismissed, the very next day, Scott hired him as a security guard at Fazbear's place, for the second time...

Vincent found it much more enjoyable to work at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place, observing the mechanical movements of the singing animatronics, repairing them and the arcade machines, as well as observing children's fun, than dealing with grumpy, nitpicky staff and listen to the anger and complaints of the Chinese restaurant's guests almost every day.

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Renata is a very talented fashion designer, although "talented" seems insufficient to describe her. She's a true professional, with an eye for detail and a knack for infusing her designs with an innovative flair. Every stitch and every element is meticulously crafted and refined to highlight the beauty and practicality of her creations.

Choosing to be a stay-at-home seamstress was her own choice. She enjoys being her own boss and employee, relishes in her independence, and being free from the watchful eye of others feels like a breath of fresh air to her.

Once, she worked for a prominent fashion house in California as a designer. After working there for two and a half years, she left due to the demanding schedule and feeling of burnout in her working environment, as well as the pressure from her superiors.

After leaving California, she moved back to her hometown of Hurricane, where met Vincent (who was working at Fredbear's Family Diner at the time), and married him.

Almost a year she didn't even touch her sewing machine or anything related to sewing, but then the wave of inspiration and the yearning for sewing hit her again. And here's she established her own atelier, where she takes on custom orders, repairs clothing, and even tries creating her own clothing collections to sell.

And of course, she doesn't forget about her loved ones. Every shopping trip couldn't go without her professional eye. Typically, she picks out Vincent's clothes on her own, as well as for Brandy, since when it comes to fashion, she trusts only herself.

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