#Deep Anon Lore

[egganonman]

Between a collaboration of @thatstaroneanon and myself, we have made a discord server for the anons!

A way to keep in touch and talk and keep all of our ordeals straight!

However- remember that if your anonymity was something important to you, you obviously won't be anonymous anymore if you join. So just keep that in mind :>

DM me for the link to the server, I don't think having a server link out in the open is a good idea lol

And the author is more than welcome if you'd like to join as well :>

[bad-luck-anon]

❕❔ [RECORDING TWO]

They stepped away from the microphone when they finished their message. As soon as they did so: someone came running out of the shadows. There was no time to scan his appearance as he grabbed the intercom microphone. With panted breath, he spoke.

“Hi, Founder!” They shouted despite speaking into a microphone and their voice already echoing. They stepped back and decided to let the boy do his job. The spirit spoke for a little bit more before slamming his hands on the table. Grabbing the microphone and sitting on the table. “What did you do to Crikin? 8Ball really needs to know!” 

He put up a finger as he looked up at the glowing sign, the sign still pulsing with a red glow as he wrapped things up. “Also! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO WITH THE TECH CREW?? Please! I’ve been in the void since day one: I just want to see them again!” He quickly ended the recording and went to slam the red button but as soon as he clicked the button. The light went out and an error effect played throughout the void. 

He gritted his teeth and got off of the desk, placing the microphone back down with a fist as he looked at Interrobang. “What?” He spat. They put their hands up in surrender. The boy pulled up a sign with two red exclamation marks painted on it and put it in front of his face as he spoke. “Hmmm. I haven’t seen you around in the void before. What’s your name?” They were about to speak up before the spirit rudely interrupted them.

“Oh wait! Lemme guess!” He hummed as he started floating around them. Lifting arms and getting a good look at their face before noticing a small pin on their vest. “Ooh! I got one! Screaming Question?” 

What.

It sounded more like a title rather than a name. They blinked, taken aback by the sudden name suggestion. They shook their head slowly, trying to process the situation. "No, that's not... my name," they replied, their voice carrying a mix of confusion and amusement. "But you can call me… Interrobang?" 

The spirit's eyes widened in surprise, his floating form hovering closer. "Interrobang? That's... different." He mused, scratching his translucent chin. "Okay, Interrobang it is!" He declared with a grin, seemingly pleased with the new moniker. "So, what brings you to the void? Looking for answers, adventure, or just passing through?" 

Interrobang considered the question for a moment before responding, "A bit of everything, I suppose. I woke up here with no memory of how I got here or who I am. Now I'm just trying to figure it out." 

The spirit nodded sympathetically, a couple of small wisps that floated around him bobbing up and down. "Ah, the classic case of void amnesia," he remarked knowingly. "Well, you're not alone in that regard. Some folks around here trying to piece together their pasts." He floated back a bit, giving Interrobang some space. "If you ever need help navigating the void or just someone to chat with, I'm your guy. Name's Exclamation, by the way." 

Interrobang offered a grateful smile. "Nice to meet you, Exclamation. Thanks for the offer. I might take you up on that." 

As they exchanged pleasantries, the specter’s gaze fell upon the cassette player Interrobang held, and recognition sparked in his eyes. "Hey, that's mine!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with urgency as he reached out towards it.

Interrobang instinctively pulled the cassette player closer, a defensive stance creeping into their posture. "Yours?" they questioned, their tone wary. "How do you know it's yours?"

Exclamation’s features contorted into a mixture of frustration and desperation as he put down the sign. "I recognize it! It's got my sign-off on it!" he explained, his incorporeal form flickering with agitation. "I've been looking for it everywhere. It's important to me!"

Interrobang's grip tightened on the cassette player, a hint of skepticism coloring their expression. "I found it lying around here. There were no names on it," they countered, unwilling to relinquish the object without more convincing evidence.

Exclamation’s translucent form seemed to quiver with frustration. "Look, I know it's mine! I must have dropped it while going back!" he pleaded, desperation seeping into his voice. "Please, I need it back!!"

Tensions escalated as Interrobang hesitated, torn between empathy for Exclamation’s plight and their own need to hold onto the only tangible clue they had about this place. But before they could make a decision, Exclamation lunged forward, his ghostly form attempting to wrest the cassette player from Interrobang's grasp.

Reacting instinctively, Interrobang dodged Exclamation’s ethereal grasp, their movements swift and fluid. A brief scuffle ensued, with Exclamation’s incorporeal form phasing through Interrobang's attempts to block him.

Amid the chaos, a sudden realization struck Interrobang—they didn't need to fight over the cassette player. With a decisive motion, they tossed the device towards Exclamation, who caught it with a surprised expression. The headphones snapped out of its slot as the tape started playing again. Exclamation put a finger up as he immediately paid attention.

“Huh, that went faster than I thought it would. I'm sure I know exactly where that is. Thank you, Sincerely.”

Exclamation’s eyes widened as he looked up at Interrobang. And when that recording fizzled out: Voices in the void got louder, louder, and louder. People(?) immediately came forth from the shadows. 

A cat with a cane, a blank slate with an iron maiden shut around their head, a goat.. sheep thing? A floating eye robot, a marionette, a mask, a rat, a being of the stars, an egg who looks ready to kill, a glowing heart, a ticking fuse, someone that looked nearly human if it weren’t for its ears and tail, even someone who looked eerily similar to the kid who was getting a hug from before. 

They all seemed to look past Interrobang and they all looked at each other. A lovely anon narrowed their sets of eyes and crossed their arms. “Now, why would they do that?” 

The cat mumbled no under his breath like a mantra. The being of the stars cracks their knuckles as the Metalhead slung a backpack over their shoulders. Their glasses looked at Exclamation and tilted to the side: wanting to talk to him. 

Exclamation turned their tape back over to see a question mark and exclamation point burned into it. He glared at Interrobang as he rose to his feet and followed the Iron Maiden. The rest of the anons went to discuss amongst themselves. Leaving Interrobang by themselves.

��Well. That’s one way to make a splash into the void.” They mumbled to themselves as their tail (wait they had a tail now?) uncomfortably flicked against the ink dripping from their face.

“Now. We’re going to have some fun around here.”

[averytiredanon]

practically every time I think of new lore for my sona its when im trying to sleep so i end up grabbing my phone real quick to write it down

[genericpuff]

I love how capitalism is a term that the gods are aware of and know hades started

Hades: "Zeus, you told me that I wouldn't be disgraced by my role as ruler of the dead - so why do the mortals refuse to even speak my name?"

Zeus: "I would hardly call that disgrace - it's respect, in its purest form. You have an entire realm of subjects who kiss the ground you walk on, out of fear for your judgment if they should wrong you."

Hades: "Dead subjects, kissing cold and infertile ground, who have nowhere else to go and nothing to offer. My kingdom is as shallow as the graves they were buried in."

Zeus: "You think too small, brother! You receive their everything when all their lasts are spent - when all the food is eaten, their wine drunk, their final breath heaved from their lips, and their heartbeat has performed its final rhythm. You are their eternal dream - their King forevermore. In that way, have I not given you everything? More than what even I could lay claim over?"

Hades: "You didn't make me into their King - you made me into their life sentence. If they aren't ever to worship me, revere me, and celebrate me as they do the rest of this cursed family... I'll give them something to worship."

[bunabi]

dav spoilers

Its such an inconsequential detail in the scheme of things but Tevinter would neverrrrr allow Dalish settlements to happen in Arlathan Forest 😭

They wouldn't risk a bunch of nomadic elves and escaped slaves linking up so close to the heart of the empire, dangerous ecosystem and weakened veil be damned, there's no shot they'd allow it

The Kirkwall templars stormed the Dalish camp on Sundermount for less lol aint no way the magisterium would ignore them

Like...........an entire exalted march on the Dales was sparked by a misunderstanding

But the Archon is letting them tee hee and clique up and amass ancient elven weapons on the doorstep of Minrathous

I'm sorry but absolutely not lmao canon denied

[payasita]

can we hear more about carlos if you'd be so generous (genuine)

OH GLADLY. so ive mentioned hes the protag of a thing im making, so i wanted the broad strokes of his premise to be simple: he's a reaper! made to go up and bring souls to wherever the hell they go after death, ect ect. he was pretty good at it!

but the setting im writing here is a pretty standard "death but its a bureaucracy" type thing. something something small business growth, higher demand, things get streamlined, job title changes, ect

so he was Less Good at the desk job angle. but he worked at it! once again, he's one of the best!

is it what he was originally created to do? no. is it what he thought he'd be doing for eternity when he decided he found the most personal fulfillment in being good at what he does? not really. is it so drastically different that it's actually atrophying some facets of his personality a little? maybe. is he happy?

the important thing is, he's good at it!

[egganonman]

Mini/Disguised Form = 1'2

True form = 4'7

Although I'm making it canon that when he wants to appear more intimidating, he wears boots or high heels to make him look taller, soooo

True form, with his tallest shoes = 5'2

Is it cool if everyone gives me the rough height of your sonas? I want to make a height chart.

[jiraisupportgroup]

why do you get to sit in your heated home with daddy’s money and tell everyone who can and can’t wear jirai kei?

I don’t usually respond to stuff like this, especially because I’m fairly certain this was just ripped from a popular j-fashion creators video, but:

I feel like I make it quite clear that when I talk about jirai kei it’s just my opinions. I openly state that I’m likely a dumbass and you should take my word with a grain of salt considering I’m not a spokesperson for the Jirai Kei community, I’m not an expert on Jirai Kei, I also don’t speak Japanese so I can’t rly access a lot of “OG” jirai kei content that launched the community.

Additionally: I’ve never stated that anyone can’t wear anything. The closest I’ve gotten to that is when I state that I don’t generally believe “jirai kei” is the appropriate term for the fashion (therefore you can’t rly “wear it” if we want to be super technical) or when I said that “fashion jirais” who complain about the community can fuck off.

Never at any point in that did I say that anyone can’t wear anything. If you want to wear girly kei or dark girly or larme or ryousangata or whatever the fuck you want to wear - by all means please do. My main point is if you don’t like the jirai kei community, don’t interact with it. You can post coords and find friends and have a lot of fun with the clothing if that’s want you want to do. You can buy Liz Lisa & MCM bags and generally live your best ryousangata life. You don’t have to interact with the jirai kei community to do that. Block the people you find annoying. Block tags, block accounts, block whatever you don’t want to see. No one is going to be mad at you for not wanting to interact with the “dark side” of jirai kei (as people love to call it for some reason) UNLESS you’re adamantly saying “the dark side is wrong” and then using a shitload of jirai-related tags. Other tags for these clothes exist. Separate the two if you want, I don’t give a fuck; jirai kei doesn’t own the clothing.

I’m not going to sit here and outright defend people in the jirai kei community posting people’s coords and bullying them, I’m not gunna sit here and defend the fatphobic or racist things that have been said on jirai kei twt. I will point out that those posts are not actually super common in the jirai kei community, and the people that post them generally aren’t very well liked by other landmines either, they also tend to be very young. It’s a really big community. There are going to be “bad apples” especially because it’s a community based around mental health issues. You can’t look at that handful of posts and say “the entire community is toxic and awful”. Venting & the like are very common, but it’s pretty rare that I see people actively posting hate like that, and there is a huge difference between the two. Most of the landmines I see are too scared to even make vague callout posts. Maybe that’s just Tumblr, idk, but honestly the amount of hate I see in this community is rather small.

Secondarily to your point; my house is not fucking heated. I can barely afford to run the AC in the summer or the heat in the winter - typically I turn it on when my BF is here and turn it off when he leaves to save money. I have my own apartment. I work for my own apartment. I can barely fucking afford it. I make about $2700 a month and my bills add up to be about $2400 a month (and it’s not like an expensive or nice apartment it’s literally full of roaches and my oven doesn’t work). I usually end up spending about $100 of the leftover on cat food, and then have $200 left over for gas to get to work AND food AND toiletries for the MONTH.

I don’t have “daddy’s money”. I live by myself about 8 hours away from my family; they don’t have shit to send me. My dad died 3 years ago and left us with 50k in debt because he decided paying taxes was optional. When that happened - I was making 17.50 an hour and I had the HIGHEST WAGE out of anyone in my family. I was trying to finish college which I was attending on a scholarship bc I couldn’t fucking afford it, I was working overtime, trying to organize my dad’s funeral bc no one else in my family could do it, and paying tax payments. “Daddy’s money” was a negative sum. I frequently send leftover cash to my family if there is any just to help them in any way I can.

The cute and nice things I can afford are typically bought either because I pick up overnight shifts at my secondary serving job or from sugar daddies. Although I stopped sugaring about 3 years ago.

I started working when I was 15. I started SW when I was 17 to help my family pay rent. I did SW from about 17 years old to 21 and stopped shortly after my father died because I didn’t have the time anymore. And I fucking hated it but it made money.

Don’t fucking come at me saying I’ve got a nice house and daddy’s money when I’m sitting in a roach-infested apartment that I work myself to the fucking bone for & I spent multiple years trying to pay off my dad’s debt.

Fuck right off with that dude.

[egganonman]

@All anons!

[egganonman]

He has the little version, but I prefer the big version a lot more tbh 💪

@ ALL ANONS

Can you all send me a picture of your Anon-sona's? I'm totally not making anything

(I'm way to lazy to scroll for hours trying to find a decent picture of all the sonas)

[bad-luck-anon]

❕❔[THE FIRST RECORDING]

They wake up with a start. They tried to get a feel of the world around them but simply felt.. nothing. They rose to their feet, taking a second to look around. But the more that they looked around: the more they realized that their face felt like it was burning. They placed a hand on the right side of their face only to pull back with some kind of inky substance. They immediately wiped it off on their clothes, one hand wiping, one straightened out their vest, the other-

Wait. The other?

They realized that: huh. There were two more arms attached to the sides of their stomach. They shivered at the feeling of it. Commanding the arms to stay loose before they puke. They continued to walk around in this void. Some parts of the void had stuff like doors, puddles of water, vines that lead to god knows where, a invitation to a masquerade party. They choose to ignore it as their foot touched something on the floor

On the floor was a cassette player. Scribbled on it with paint on one side was two red exclamation points. The other side had a logo that they couldn’t quite place the name of it yet. They picked it up and put on the headphones as they continued to walk around, listening to the lady on the other side.

“Oh I hope it does. The best kind of death is one that's broadcast all over the world, nobody could forget something like that.”

They smiled. Hm, a legacy. How fun. As they continued their stroll, they found another object on the floor. What looked like to be a small comic book. They flipped the pages showing 4 different characters in various locations. A hospital, a standup bar, an arcade, a hotel, and an ice cream shop. The final frame being a heartfelt hug between a father and his kid. They put it in their pocket for later.

Their walk came to a end where what they saw was a table. On the table was a microphone with a glowing red sign above it saying: “Interview Questions.” They looked over at the desk as the headphones kicked in again. On the desk was a sheet of paper.

“Rules:” “Tell me what I want to know.”

From the shadows, several voices spoke up. Some small, some large. All being overly protective of someone. Some group.

(A grip dug into their shoulders.)

They needed to feel safe for once.

(The nails cut through his clothes and punctured skin, digging further.)

And he would do anything to get there.

(THEIR sharp teeth stretched into a smile.)

(And Interrobang smiled back.)

They pressed down on the red button on the mic. Feedback ringing through the void as a side of them spoke.

“Everyone is probably going to get mad but ima give you an approximate location.”

[averytiredanon]

@8ballanonymous I feel like they'd insult each other as a greeting (light heartedly)

[genericpuff]

Omg hiiii, I absolutely love Rekindled! You're so talented, and the story you're making for Persephone is so intriguing! A lot more than whatever trashfire Lore Olympus has become.

That being said, what was the moment you stopped liking LO Persephone? Have you always disliked her, or was it gradual? Or just a specific moment that made you go "yeaaaaah.. she's not it ;-;"

(And bonus question if I can ask, but how do you draw hands?? I hate them with a passion, but unfortunately hands are pretty necessary T^T)

aahhh thank you so much!!!

honestly, I was a pretty big fan of LO up until the trial arc. Like, you've all seen me hate this comic with a fiery passion, but the only reason I'm able to do that is because before I hated this comic, I loooved this comic. I'd literally be counting down the hours until new updates, I loved the art, and I was too smitten by the appeal of the series to notice its writing problems, I just loved the romantic drama and the H x P ship, and yes, I loved Persephone, I loved her design, her personality, and I felt so 'seen' by her struggles, both with her trying to pave a path for herself and the SA plotline. I was even (regrettably) one of those people who would lurk in the antiLO tags and think "wow, these people are dumb, can't they see how brilliantly written this is ?? they're nitpicking!"

But then the trial arc happened which involved writing a plot that didn't put the romance front and center anymore - now that Rachel had to actually write something complex and logic-driven, the blinders started to fall off and I went wait... maybe Rachel doesn't know what she's doing. Persephone choosing her own lawyer? And it's Hades, one of the judges? Why are they suddenly establishing Thanatos as Hades' adoptive son? I'm not a lawyer, but I know that's not how any of this works and it really tipped me off that something was amiss, that Persephone was having all of her solutions conveniently handed to her on a platter and all of the other characters were suddenly being made to look like assholes just to make Hades and Persephone the heroes.

And then... Eris happened.

See, one of the things I loved most in the story was Persephone's character arc concerning the Act of Wrath. I write stories about characters with dark "personas" all of the time. So it was something I had frame of reference for, I really loved the premise of Persephone earning her name through this act of violence and while it was dashed with the opening of S2 revealing it was "all an accident", I was excited to see how the trial arc would bring about new information and confirm who was telling the truth about what "really happened" with the Act of Wrath. If the courtroom drama wasn't gonna be realistic, I could at least hope for some good 'OBJECTION!' reveal that would finally put to rest once and for all what really happened, and maybe Kore would finally embrace this 'dark side' she had.

So for the actual twist to suddenly reveal itself as... 'actually, this one goddess we've never mentioned before blessed you with wrath. why? idk she just did. anyways she's the reason you have wrath and that's what made you commit the act of wrath. problem solved.'

And that was where the twisting of 'faith' happened. When I went through the subconscious realization of , "Oh no, Rachel doesn't know what she's doing and it took me this long to notice. Oh no, maybe those antiLO freaks had a point-"

That said, there was a glimmer of hope in the midseason finale. Persephone was sentenced to remain in the Mortal Realm to carry out her mother's duties and I thought, "great! This will be Persephone's Rocky moment! She'll have to prove herself without the help of Demeter or Hades! This is gonna be awesome!!" During the hiatus, I was VERY excited to see where the story was going, I still had so much hope and I figured the mishandling of the trial arc was just a bump in the road. The series was still good, it was just going through a rough patch, these things happen.

And then it came back and it all went downhill from there. There was a 10 year time skip with very little insight as to what happened. Minthe and Daphne were just suddenly back to normal. They were referencing some food shortage or terrible event that happened during Persephone's reign that they never explained in explicit detail. And now, all of a sudden, Persephone was just returning to the Underworld, where Kronos had suddenly taken over. I had cautious optimism but throughout it, I was really seeing the cracks that were already forming opening wide. A lot of what I had to say wasn't positive anymore, I literally couldn't understand what the reasoning was behind these writing decisions and I couldn't find myself rooting for Persephone anymore, everything just seemed to convenient and easy for her to make her seem like the "strong and confident" character the comic claimed her to be.

The S2 finale was my breaking point and I think it was for a lot of other people too. That was pretty much where my 'transformation' from passionate stan to passionate critic happened, and it happened alongside the creation of the UnpopularLoreOlympus subreddit which would become my new 'home' within the community. After seeing how much the story had gone downhill, it made me realize in hindsight just how awful and one-note Persephone is, how she really never cared about anyone but herself and Hades, how her mother did, actually, have a point about her being practically groomed into a relationship with a billionaire slave driver, how she was very intentionally drawn to look like a child in ways I couldn't believe I had never noticed before, the list of "awakenings" goes on. And it sucked! It sucked to have that realization that the thing I loved wasn't just imperfect, but incredibly problematic in its writing and art choices. And just like when I loved the comic, I couldn't just let go of it, I had to understand to some degree why this happened.

It happened because Persephone was always being written as a one-note, easy to project onto self-insert character. A Wattpad protagonist. Not an actual representation of the Goddess of Spring, but a blank slate for the creator and the fans to imagine themselves as purely for the power fantasy of hooking up with a rich and abusive guy.

That was when I made my first piece of LO art intended to be an 'edit' - a redraw of Persephone's rebirth as the Dread Queen from the S2 finale, an ode to the Persephone I was hoping to see but never got. The rest from there is history.

I know I'm being SUPER dramatic about it but this was literally how it felt to go through the realization that this comic - and its characters - wasn't as good as I thought it was, and I think that's a sentiment that's shared by a lot of the 'haters' in this community. LO was a big part of my life and even some of my friendships with people, so when it went downhill, it felt like such a hit to the gut. It's still a big part of my life, albeit in the opposite direction, but I still wonder sometimes over the "what ifs", what if the series hadn't turned out this way? What if I had never realized its flaws? Rekindled is basically a love letter to those what ifs, satisfying the feelings I never got to keep with LO, and giving me a reason to count down the hours on Saturday nights again. I'm glad it's made that same impact for others, too <3

[eeulysian]

ruan mei and her nonchalant attitude making things between her and reader seem one sided on the reader and it goes on until reader got tired of it. ruan mei doesnt care about it at first but when they see reader being a cute puppy running around the station and being all sweet and mushy with march or himeko or even kafka (you choose), suddenly shes bothered with the change of reader's behavior and keeps getting distracted in her work cause why isnt reader like that to her anymore??? has she been taking advantage of reader's kindness????

hhhh just ruan mei being somewhat possessive or jealous or both is already making my knees weak

THIS IS SO CUTE, i'm pretty sure ruan mei might be autistic because its confirmed that the genius society is filled with scientists and researchers with autistic tendencies, not knowing how to express feelings is apart of autism as i have a younger cousin with autism so im familiar with some autistic tendencies! so because of this, she might not know how to express her feelings well, and shes not just purposely nonchalant. since she also doesnt understand the concept of love like said in that critter event, i like to think that reader is able to teach her and show her what love is like after ruan mei comes after reader (im sure reader would be jumping and running around in circles), and when she ends up getting the gist of it, she'll understand why she felt bothered seeing you being close and laughing with other women and gets embarrassed... that would be the first time reader sees her flustered and they wish they could have taken a photo of it. shes definitely the "you know other women?" kind of jealous LMFAOO but i love jealous ruan mei, shes so girlboss but also girlfailure at the same time 🤭🤭

[frameconfessions]

I want to play games with Amir but he takes it easy on me since I can't read the games as fast as him.

[lorelune]

sometimes i forget just how big jing yuan is (he can fully block blades body with his own but you can still see parts of him from blades perspective) and i had the most delicious thought of him looming over you, blocking you from someone hes deemed doesnt need to be looking at you (possessive or protective it doesnt matter both are amazing)

ANON... MEOW... i was just talking about this with bee yesterday jing yuan is SO big. broad and tall and large. like in the illustration of him with the rest of the quintet he looks SO much bigger than poor yingxing and dan feng!! he's bulky!!!!

and oh anon i LOVE the thought of him shielding you from unwanted eyes... you're so right protective or possessive are both such lovely flavors. maybe it's some suitor who has been giving you some grief and jing yuan is all to happy to cage you up against a wall or railing to block their view. maybe it's a bit unfair of him, but jy also loves when you get a bit flustered and squirmy when he does so. what can he say, it's cute when you lose your words!!!