#Lore is loring

[grinnames]

What’s the status quo like after the incident, do they all just go back to having wacky adventures after the incident or, are the boys up to something more sinister?

Oh no, seems like you saw something you shouldn't have!

[emzii-hi]

I just finished cry and processing the whole Phil now being trapped thing. I’ve read a lot of tumblr post on how and the why Phil might of been let on with the trap thing.

Now I just want you all to think about it. Phil has been pretty much defying the whole federation through and through.

-didn’t vote for elections

-people remember the dinner right the fact that he could tell that was not his eggs and basically was already saying stuff about

-didn’t do any task from me.white smiley unless sure it wasn’t putting anyone in danger

-pretty much lava casted there whole fed building as a warning to tell them about their kids

-helped take forever off the meds

Like these are some thing that make sense as too why the federation as a whole would be wary of him. He knows his kids the best, he also usually has the best advice and helps a lot in stuff about going against the federation but mostly kept to him sled in a “bird nest” on the wall with kid that barely left said wall.

Now here’s another thing. They referred to him as the crow who wasn’t there to see his kids leave the nest. He was gone a week which we know rl was to do a video but cubito Phil was gone adventure basically so he was there when the kids were all dirty and cracked or when they fully disappeared.

Tallulah also mentioned one time about wanting to get him a crow as a pet but they noticed that the world has no crows at all which is weird cause they have a lot of different birds. (I MEAN LIKE THEY HAVE SEAGULLS AND A SUN BIRD BUT NOT CROWS WEIRDDD). In my opinion that’s super good foreshadowing a darker future.

Now the whole cage for a cage this is wild. Like we know Phil’s crow man so him a paranoid man who took every measure to protect his kids in now trap with what might be left of them in cage of reminders of how his kids are gone he basically failed them and can’t fly out but is stuck with a bunch of birds some reaped in cages and other flying free.

A weird and morbid symbolism of how he was one free and able to go and fly but now is trapped with haunted memories and feelings.

I WILL BE MAKING FANART OF THIS THO IT MIGHT TAKE ME A WHILE BUT AHHHHHHHHH

[alfiethaddeuscranepennyworth]

Yo Alfred Jason's in the hospital along with JJ btw

I know.

Ooc: I DID NOT KNOW. I MISSED OUT ON 9 HOURS OF LORE??? WHAT THE FUCK IM SCREAMING. IM TRYNA CATCH UP BUT DAMN.. FUCK 9 HOURS??? THIS IS WILD.

[hymnoire]

hug - muse a ( gaya ) embraces muse b ( minwoo )

Kaeleena's gentle touch dabs away the last traces of blood from Minwoo’s face, her voice still carrying that tender, motherly tone, even as a flicker of something dark stirs within her. She hums softly, her eyes never leaving his features, searching for any hint of the thoughts that might be swirling behind those cold, indifferent eyes of his. She saw something earlier, panic, fear... Does he remember? And .. has she managed to soothe that down? But before she can speak again, the door bursts open, the serene atmosphere turns into chaos. “Minwoo!”

Gaya’s voice slices through the air like a blade, sharp. The Black Swan is a storm, her eyes wide and wild on the scene before her. Without a second thought, Gaya rushes to Minwoo's side, her movements frantic, her hands already pulling him into a tight embrace. “What THE FUCK are you doing?” Gaya’s voice is almost a growl as she glares at Kaeleena, her arms wrapped protectively around Minwoo. Her eyes are blazing with a fury that makes Kaeleena take a step back, confusion washing over the white swan. “I’m not—” Kaeleena starts, but Gaya cuts her off, her voice even louder and filled with rage. “Stay away from him!” Gaya’s scream is raw, filled with a hatred Kaeleena has never seen her sister direct towards her before. One that slices through Kaeleena, leaving her voiceless, her hands trembling at her sides. “Don’t you dare touch him, don’t you dare harm him!” Keeps on yelling Gaya, menacing, threatening.

wordless prompts // still accepting.

Kaeleena feels as though she’s been struck. The words hang in the air, heavy and suffocating, wrapping around her chest, hurt flickers across her face, but it’s quickly replaced by a flash of anger. “I’m not harming him!” Kaeleena’s voice cracks as she yells back, her eyes stinging. “I would never—” But Gaya doesn’t listen, her focus entirely on Minwoo, her hands cupping his face. Kaeleena’s heart twists at the sight, the deep bond between Gaya and Minwoo playing out in front of her, a bond that seems to exclude her entirely. She silently watches as Gaya pulls Minwoo to his feet, her arms still wrapped around him as though she can shield him from the world, from Kaeleena herself. The pain in Kaeleena’s chest sharpens, a dull ache that spreads through her like wildfire. She wants to scream, to beg Gaya to believe her, but the words get caught in her throat. “Gaya, please,” Kaeleena’s voice is barely a whisper now, her hands reaching out but stopping short of touching. The desperation in her voice is palpable, her eyes wide and pleading. “I was only trying to help.” In return, Gaya’s eyes are usually cold but they grew even colder with the years, mistrustful. “Help? Is that what you call it? I've seen you watch him like he's your little pet project. I know what you do to the animals in the forest you crazy psychopath, what now? You're going to do the same to him HUH? Cut him open?? See what's inside yeah? You think I don't know?!” Her voice is laced with venom, each word dripping with a contempt that cuts Kaeleena to the core. “Stay away from him, Kae. Just stay the fuck away for fuck sake.” And with that, Gaya turns, pulling Achilles with her as she heads for the door. Kaeleena’s hand drops to her side as she stands, frozen. Her chest tightens, a dull ache spreading through her, but she forces herself to remain steady, her hands clenched into fists and the room feels suddenly colder, emptier, empty. “I was only trying to help,” she whispers to the empty room, the words falling flat against the silence. She can’t understand why Gaya reacted the way she did, why she saw something sinister in what was only meant as care. The hurt threatens to surface, but Kaeleena forces it down, steeling herself against the emotion that threatens to overwhelm her. The white swan stands there for a long moment, her mind racing with thoughts she can’t quite grasp, emotions she’s not sure how to handle. The nursery, once a place of quiet care, now feels like a cage, the walls pressing in on her as if to mock her failed attempt at compassion. She won't cry. Not this time.

[beemovieerotica]

idk if i told the full story on here but i signed up for a research study where they were testing a new opioid, and it was supposed to be up to 5 injections increasing the dose to see what people could tolerate

i got the first dose and almost immediately fainted. they had to call in a whole medical team and it was a huge fucking deal

i was kicked out of the study and got a phone call later where they were supposed to tell me what the drug was, so i could avoid it in the future. they told me it was saline water. a placebo. i fainted from the placebo effect.

anyway, it's been a few months and i just got an email from the same department asking me to be a research participant in a new study: testing the effects of open-label placebo.

open label placebo is when the subjects and the researchers all know it's a placebo. they're testing the power of my mind. my power to imagine anything.

i like to think that they chose me for this specifically based on their past experience with me. "get the guy who fainted like a little bitch boy from saline water." anyway i just submitted all my info and i'm looking forward to getting started.

[redrook]

I spent a lot of time handcuffed and in a cage in high school, for a charity bit the grocery store I worked at would do

the bit was that I was "put in jail for having too big a heart" and customers could donate to my bail to get me out (and the money would go to a children's hospital or something)

now. I was very clearly a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a large cage. and I would honestly tell people that I had been in there for hours. and people would say, that's terrible! that's awful! and I would show them my wrists red from the tight handcuffs, and say but I'm sooooooo close to making bail.

and then they would dump some cash in the basket, I'd thank them, and they'd walk away.

and every so often, one of the managers would come by and collect some of the cash, so I could keep being soooooo close to making bail.

I was very good with this bit. Parents with small kids would pay $5-10 if I told their children I had been placed in jail for not cleaning my room/doing my homework, etc. For people in their 20s, I'd threaten that I was very bad at playing the harmonica, but I WOULD play it and we'd all suffer unless they paid me. and for the most amount of money, older men in suits would almost always pay $20s if I avoided eye contact and stammered a lot.

eventually, the managers started to feel bad because I was in the cage so fucking long and often, that I'd need someone to brace me when I got out because I'd have no feeling in my legs. wobbling like a newborn giraffe.

but I would also rake in at LEAST $100 an hour in charity.

so they were like, hey champ. can we, uh, give you a pillow to sit on. in the cage. would you like a pillow so you're not just sitting on a cold metal slab. can we give you a pillow.

and I had to explain to them that if they gave me a pillow, people would think I was more comfortable, so they wouldn't feel as bad, so I'd bring in less money.

the compromise was that they'd bring me a nice coffee every couple hours, which I would have to try to block with my body from the customers.

all this money went to charity. that's what the money was for. it's what was on the sign. but how much they were willing to pay was very contingent on how comfortable I looked, never mind the fact that I was still a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a cage.

and out of the dozens of shifts I did this on, not ONCE did ANYONE say, hey kid I'm going to go talk to your manager because what the fuck is going on here. they would just drop money in the basket, and I'd thank them and sip from my secret drink.

I actually had people get MAD at me that I told them I was far away from bail, they donated like $15, and then 20 minutes I got let out because my shift ended.

again. the money was for charity. it was on the sign that was very clearly placed on the upper half of my cage.

so yeah. even when people think they mean well. people can be really, really fucking stupid.

[allpiesforourown]

Whenever my aunt springs her insane superstitious/religious cures on me I specifically remember when I was 17 and she got me exorcised. The priest was like "I don't think she's possessed" and she insisted "well there's something wrong with her, she's always [symptoms of depression] so..."

And the guy said some verses and touched my head and stuff then said I should drink only holy water for an entire week. Which wasn't hard to do, but my fav part of this whole experience was me saying I want to eat instant noodles and my aunt going "I'll make them for you. With the holy water he gave us." And then I had holy instant noodles

[kurzler]

a quick psa to anyone recently getting into greek mythology and is a victim of tumblr and/or tiktok misconceptions:

-there is no shame in being introduced to mytholgy from something like percy jackson, epic the musical or anything like that, but keep in mind that actual myths are going to be VERY different from modern retellings

-the myth of medusa you probably know (her being a victim of poseidon and being cursed by athena) isn't 100% accurate to GREEK mythology (look up ovid)

-there is no version of persephone's abduction in which persephone willingly stays with hades, that's a tumblr invention (look up homeric hymn to demeter)

-as much as i would like it, no, cerberus' name does not mean "spot" (probably a misunderstanding from this wikipedia article)

-zeus isn't the only god who does terrible things to women, your fav male god probably has done the same

-on that note, your fav greek hero has probably done some heinous shit as well

-gods are more complicated than simply being "god of [insert thing]", many titles overlap between gods and some may even change depending on where they were worshipped

-also, apollo and artemis being the gods of the sun and the moon isn't 100% accurate, their main aspects as deities originally were music and the hunt

-titans and gods aren't two wholly different concepts, titan is just the word used to decribe the generation of gods before the olympians

-hector isn't the villain some people make him out to be

-hephaestus WAS married to aphrodite. they divorced. yes, divorce was a thing in ancient greece. hephaestus' wife is aglaia

-ancient greek society didn't have the same concepts of sexuality that we have now, it's incorrect to describe virgin goddesses like artemis and athena as lesbians, BUT it's also not wholly accurate to describe them as aromantic/asexual, it's more complex than that

-you can never fully understand certain myths if you don't understand the societal context in which they were told

-myths have lots and lots of retellings, there isn't one singular "canon", but we can try to distinguish between older and newer versions and bewteen greek and roman versions

-most of what you know about sparta is probably incorrect

-reading/waching retellings is not a substitute to reading the original myths, read the iliad! read the odyssey! i know they may seem intimidating, but they're much more entertaining than you may think

greek mythology is so complex and interesting, don't go into it with preconcieved notions! try to be open to learn!

[gurlu]

When I was in my teens, I used to make an entire magic system with 360+ unique spells, ordered in magic schools and categories, and it boggles my mind that I basically reinvented DnD mechanics, even down to metamagic.

I wanted to make a wiki about it but I don't have time for it.

The point was to try to encompass every "superpower" I could think of into a magic system.

I even got lore related to it all, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna simply reuse it all for OC worldbuilding. Ngl the fun part was naming all the spells, symbols and coming up with the logic of it all.

[adobe-outdesign]

the craziest beta 'mon is this guy, who would evolve into a random Pokemon upon evolution

like imagine finding this autism creature fighting for its life out in the wild so you catch it out of pity and two months later it evolves into goddamn Rayquaza

[inbabylontheywept]

so. my wife came downstairs just as i took a bite out of the remaining half red onion on the counter. literally within seconds of just getting away with it. i looked at her, and she looked at me, and we both sat there a moment, all frozen, before she said babs, what the fuck. i tried to say i can explain but it came out as or corn explorn because such was the onion in my mouth that there was no room for words. its honestly a miracle that she understood me at all. at least, i'm assuming that she understood me because she did let me get my bearings for a few moments. a smarter man would've used that time to think up a good lie, but instead i just chewed as fast as i could because i knew i was gonna have to tell a whopper and i really wanted to be able to use big words again.

big words are instrumental to telling a whopper.

anyway, i totally ran out of time. i barely got my first swallow of onion in before she said well?, and i did at least have an empty mouth to match my empty head. but also i had no lies. so i looked her dead in the face, opened my mouth and waited, every bit as curious as her, to hear what excuse my mouth was gonna come up with.

im pregnant, said my mouth.

great job, mouth, said my brain.

mmmmm onion, said my mouth.

better you than me, said my wife.

then she went upstairs. it has been two hours she still refuses to kiss me. im devastated. im shook. im crying a little, i think.

(but that might just be the onion.)

[mapleandgingeroatmeal]

Ok you might be wondering, haha it’s funny to be an Animorph, Vic, but why the squid? To which I would reply that this Animorphs cover in particular features, I shit you not, a plot where an Alien ship has trapped the heros aboard while it tries to get them to play games.

[flicklikesstuff]

What.?

[unhappy-sometimes]

when i was a kid, a new family moved into our neighborhood. my parents wanted to welcome them, so my dad made a bowl of salsa and went over with my mom to introduce themselves. the husband of the new family was very excited when he got the salsa—he was a professional chef and as such no one ever made food for him because they always assumed he’d think it was bad, just because he was a good cook.

the moral of the story: give your artist friends art! give your writing friends writing! and give your chef friends food! even if they’re “better” at it than you. i can assure you that they’ll love it regardless because it came from you.

[shandzii]

this cookie so intelligent