#Rex lore

[sleezeboss]

Here as a pallet cleanser: can you tell us about rex and bub's first relationships (either first hookup or first long term relationship)? What were they like, how old were each of them?

oh my god a genuine question... it's been 84 years (thank you)

Let's do Bub first: so Bub's age is kind of nebulous to me, so i can't give you a deifned number, but one of his first serious relationships was with Belphi, my blue Sloth devil.

Bub and Belphi are around the same age and were fledgling devils together back in Hell. In a lot of ways, they were together out of complacency. They found each other easy to be around, and their sins, Sloth and Gluttony, complimented each other in a way that made it easy to just chase oblivion together.

Bub saw their arrangement as a "friends with benefits" situation, someone to jack off with, a hole to fuck, a someone to get high with, a friend to lounge around and forget his responsibilities with.

But he also used Belphi as a shoulder to cry on. A source of comfort when he was feeling sorry for himself. Someone to make him feel strong when he felt weak.

Suffice it to say, Belphi saw more in their relationship.

Belphi saw Bub as his whole world.

In the current canon, Belphi is still desperately in love with Bub, but he is his embittered ex sworn on dragging him back to Hell himself. he feels betrayed that Bub left Hell and his duties to his kind for a human, let alone a famed demonslayer. It is Belphi's personal mission to kill them both.

But, being kind of devil he is...he'll get around to it. Eventually. Maybe... He's just not ready yet, you see!! (insert list of excuses here) Now, for Rex:

I haven't fully committed to this yet, but I am....really enjoying the angst potential of Rex having a wife and child. A comp-het betrothed wife he ran away from when he met Bub.

I think they were married when they were both 20. It was an arranged marriage, preordained by the Fontaine witchunters seeking to form good-will with an allied cleric clan. You see, Rex was in line to be the next leader of the Holy Fontaine Witchhunters and Slayers, and he would need to further secure his lineage with an heir, a family.

I actually tried designing his bride a while back. I took inspiration from various media-witches, but nothing really stuck for me.

anyways- his wife would've been a good Christian woman. Chaste, (ignore the titty-out sketches xjkfhgnx) dignified, gorgeous. She was funny, kind, sincere, but strong-willed and had back-bone. And she loved Rex.

And Rex really thought he loved her. Who wouldn't? She was a wonderful young woman, and he was really good at playing the part. Rex is nothing if not charming, and he had everyone convinced he was happy. Even himself. Everyone except for his wife, however.

His wife, (this poor woman who I have yet to design or name...) knew she never really had her husband's heart, and in a way, Rex knew that she knew. Without ever exchanging words, they just knew. She was supposed to be happy because she was the esteemed wife of the leader of the prestigious Fontaine Family, and he was supposed to be happy for being in such a great position of power with a beautiful wife and child.

And yet they were miserable.

It's easy to have a sexless marriage when you're in a god-fearing, sex-is-sin environment, so Rex aside from consummating his marriage, he was able to avoid the elephant in the room for as long as possible.

Until he met Bub, at least

[sithfox]

Clone Trooper Armor and Equipment

Star Wars: The Secrets of the Clone Troopers

[morbid-mary]

I like to pretend that when the clone’s bodies reach maturity (that would be what, physically 25?) the growth hormone stops over-producing and slows to a normal rate so they age normally from then on.

[m00ntunaart]

More lore dump from my Starwars/Daemon AU! This time for Anakin, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka and a little of the Command Batch!

[oozeandgoo-art]

[underratedgrapeju1ce]

"The Broadside Animation Halloween special 'Hyde and Seek', and its 1936 inspiration of the same name, are now considered lost media.

The original was said to be gruesome and bloody, as was Rex Broadside's typical style, sparing no detail regarding the 'Evil Bucky's' savage murders and eventual suicide.

The remake, featuring guest appearances by Olive Otter as Utterson, Walter Walrus as Poole, and Giovanni Goose as Enfield, was still spooky and thrilling, boasting a significant increase in production value, but the ending was said to be much happier for younger audiences.

Interviews with Rex state that he pushed to keep the original ending, but CEO Mark Mullins vehemently denied showing the graphic suicide of the famous mascot to children.

All that remains are the title cards, and a few short bootleg clips of the movies, including the titular Bucky Beaver hurling himself from a cliff in the original 1936 film."

[mimudraeg]

High effort memes

[telephonedear]

additional things i think the Archons would be gods of (feel free to add your own):

BARBATOS, god of:

wind

poetry

song

freedom

hope

children

sleep/rest

death

MORAX, god of:

rock/earth

contracts

marriage

trade

wealth

strategy

BEELZEBUB, god of:

lightning

thunder

eternity

storms

virgins

runaways

BUER, god of:

plants/flora

wisdom

dreams

memories

wonder

youth

purity

FOCALORS, god of:

water (seas, rivers, etc)

justice

fairness

decisions

truth

MAVUIKA, god of:

fire

lava

war

warriors

dance

festivities

TSARITSA, god of:

ice

love (sexual, romantic, familial, etc.)

relationships

marriage

childbirth/fertility

madness (?)

i made both morax and tsaritsa the god of marriage because i feel like they’d be different types- morax would be more arranged (contracted) while tsaritsa’s would be out of love.

i also think that both buer and focalors could be gods of purity, so lmk who you think it should be

again, feel free to add some more!

[yellowvixen]

woah drew my first sonic oc again!! it's been a while. gave them some updates, mostly some giant scars and a newfound hatred for sonic :] (due to him making those scars lol)

ferrous the fennec, they/them

here's without the scars just so you can see how their fur patterns work

i've drawn them before, if you go on their tag you can see their ref sheet. they're even on art fight!!

[kingskyless]

the grandpas!

art for my video talking about natlan and samsaras

[melymigo]

Preview for STAR WARS: THE SECRETS OF THE CLONE TROOPERS (Insight Editions).

Written by Marc Sumerak and Illustrated by Alberto Buscicchio. Available on September 10th, 2024.

It seems the book is narrated by Rex 💙

[graylinesspam]

Terracotta soldier AU from Rex's pov

Rex has never made his mind up on any idea of faith. Not the kind in a higher power at least. He'd had faith in his brothers. That's why he carried on their traditions. Long after most of them had gone when so many names had been lost to a relatively short period of time. He recites all that he can remember.

He speaks the name of each brother into the cold night air and promises that he will see them at the end of the long march.

It might not be a proper religion. But its all he has left.

And Rex is a man of his word. When he exhales his last lonely breath into the darkness his eyes going blind and his chest still, his legs are the first things he's aware of. The familiar pump of muscles.

One foot in front of the other. Like learning to walk all over again. There's a sea of white as far as the eye can see. A great blinding glare that moves all around him. But slowly it solidifies. The shape of helmets crawling over each other until they start to look like men, One in front of another. Stretching in every direction. Forever.

There isn't enough of him here to really be conscious. There aren't really thoughts in his mind. Just echoes of instincts. Like the instinct to put on foot in front of the other. The instinct to blink until his sight adjusts to the view.

It's the colors slowly emerging that draw his attention. It bleeds through the light one spot at a time. Slowly markings appear on the armor of the men around him. Blue and red and green and gold. One after another. A red circle on the pauldron beside him, a blue line up another arm.

It tickles something within him. Blue. He was blue too right? Once.

He wants to follow the blue. That's where he belongs. The mass of troops shudder once to the side, every line of men staggering one to the right another to the left. Reshuffling themselves like cards. Slipping between each other in interlocking lines. Moving forward. Always forward with ever unified foot fall. But shifting too. reaching out toward each other.

He shifts to the right toward the blue stripe who shifts as well in the same direction, farther ahead now. But there is more blue around both of them. Lines spreading around him like on interconnected web. countless troopers stacked on each other like the solders on playing cards. Shuffling around each other all looking for their own suit.

Always moving forward always together.

The blue solidifies as they shuffle around each other. Filling in the gaps until there's as much of it as there is white. He is blue. He is the blue. They are the blue. All existing here in this place together. Every piece in place.

It felt right. This is where he was always supposed to be. just one among the blue.

They march on forever. Everywhere. Far far away. Everywhere at once. Him among the blue. The blue among the white. Don't all colors come together to make white? Or is that only inside the light?

He marches. One foot in front of forever; one foot behind always.

Moving so much in sync it's like they aren't moving at all.

If everything is moving in the same direction at the same speed then is any of it really moving. What is still if nothing is?

Except....except something is. He sees it because it's blue, he thinks. He is blue and they are all blue. So of course he sees the blue.

It's not moving. It's not with them. That's wrong. They are all blue together.

His feet shuffle him again. Cards in the hands of the collective folding into themselves. There is no edge of everything. Everything is everything. it goes on forever. There is no end. But if there was, that's where he finds the blue.

She stands still. The only thing in everything that isn't moving. She needs to move. With them. He takes another unified step foreword and he is past her now. Marching away.

No. That's not right. He tries to shuffle again but there is no behind. The march is forward. All moving forward with every step. Always one foot in front of the other. He tries to look back but there is no back.

But there is. He can feel it. He can feel her a single steadiness in the flow. Parting the blue. Being among but not part of.

That's not right. He should tell her. Maybe she doesn't remember how. Maybe she doesn't have the word for foot like he didn't have the word blue until he saw it again.

But he can't tell her if she's still back there. He has to get to her. Every step takes him farther away but he knows that isn't right either. He needs to stop.

As soon as he thinks it he does. His feet stuck between always and forever. The cards shuffle around him. Moving on and leaving him behind. He...he is sad about that.

But it's okay. If Everything is always then back is always too. He turns back seeing the faces moving towards him for the first time in forever. He knows them. The faces.

Fives.

Hardcase.

Jesse.

Kix.

Tup.

They see him. See his face for the first time in forever and they stop too. Their feet stalling in time. Behind all of them, way back, he sees her. She's still there. Standing. Waiting patiently.

He remembers how to do this. It's the only thing he remembered before he saw anything here. Marching is easy. One foot....He doesn't know where forever or always are. One foot goes....Infront.

He takes a step and feels like he's learning it all over again. He forgets what the next step is. One foot in front is all his mind conjures. So he tries again. One at a time. One step, two, three.

He walks past the face. the ones moving and those standing still. She's waiting for him. He has to get back to her. He marches towards her....Ahsoka. And it isn't easy like it was before. It isn't everything always. But it is him. It is Rex. He'd forgotten that.

He is Rex. Rex follows Ahsoka.

He will walk back through forever to get to her.

One foot behind forever one foot in front of always. The wrong way. His way. Backwards.

There's another one following him. Another foot falling backwards. He can feel it disrupting the flow with him. One foot after another. One man after another. The blue warps and bends against it's self. Fracturing into a thousand pieces. Breaking away from everything. Becoming singular.

Rex marches back to Ahsoka and Fives follows. They all follow one by one. They are the blue. The 501st. Torrent company. Medics and pilots and snipers. Heavy gunner and scouts. They are men. Soliders. They are singular in the constant flow of everything all the time.

And Ahsoka waits patiently for them to remember.

To remember their names. Each others names. Her name.

She's reciting them.

Rex forgot he could speak. He forgot he could say names.

She says them one by one. "...Oppo, slate, cadaver, coric..."

Rex says them too just to hear them. "Dogma, Hawk, Limp, Chatter..."

Maybe that's how he saw her in the first place. Past all of the blue. Because she said his name. Remembered it for him.

Fives speaks, discovering his voice too. Then Jesse.

Most of the blue stops. Every one Ahsoka remembered then every one each of them remembered until the blue had bled out of the white. Outside of Everything and forever.

"You've all served your time. Served it long and well." She says when there are no more names, "You have earned your rest. But I have a mission. And I am asking for your help. I'm asking you to come back with me."

"Ahsoka" Rex says.

He remembers reciting her name. When he thought she was dead. Hoping if there was something after, then he could at least see her one last time.

Fives says it too. Then Jesse. All the way down the line they say her name. "Ahsoka"

Rex reaches a hand out to her and almost glows when it touches her shoulder. She is solid. Not made of light. Made of something more solid.

He's...he's solid too right? He thinks they were all solid together once. He knocks his vambrace against his chest plate to check and is pleased when it rattles. He hits it again just to hear the noise.

And it grows. One at a time. It rattle far too solid to exist within forever. It is fleeting as temporary as the collision that causes it. It only exists so long as they create it.

He remembers another word. One that isn't a name.

"Oya" he shouts just to hear it.

and it grows

Because He is Rex and Rex follows Ahsoka.

[ghostiebooo]

why morax is totally the shade of life a google doc by yours truly

after all these years........ i finished my doc....... i believe with like 99% certainty that morax aka rex lapis aka zhongli is the SHADE OF LIFE and ive made a google doc about it !!! i put a lot of heart and soul into this so i hope it reaches people and they like it because genshin lore is something that i really enjoy so :3 have fun reading please at first i posted this to reddit because i thought people there would like it but they were mean to me about things i quite literally go over in the doc so i think that was my mistake for thinking they had media literacy i mean whaaat there are a few leaks if youre worried but not a lot, only what i thought was relevant. :3 message me if you have anything you think i should add to the doc!!!!

(in the tone of find my pages) read my magnum opus

[grease-weasel]

Telling his brothers how tough he was today

[iamcassian]

you guys know how the archons get their power from their believers?

well. let's see who the real strongest archon is.

barbatos has a whole church dedicated to him. while mondstadt is probably the smallest nation, the whole population is dedicated to the anemo archon. they believe steadfast in him, and his church prays day and night. the strength of their faith proves him not to be as weak as he tries to appear as.

morax was arguably the strongest before he quit. while he still remains strong, his power must be weakening, because liyue believes rex lapis to be "dead". i wonder is liyue will still worship morax, or be a godless nation like khaenri'ah.

raiden shogun was feared by her nation for a long time. i think her power is growing now because she is no longer simply viewed as someone to "be afraid of". now she is a better archon, therefore having more believers. because to aknowledge the existence of the divine is not always to believe. she cultivated the power of the musu no hitotachi herself, so she is incredibly strong even without the faith of her people.

lesser lord kusanali is no doubt revered. although, while she was trapped in the sanctuary of surasthana, she was not wholly believed in, because most of her nation still loved greater lord rukkhadevata. now, after erasing rukkhadevata, her people adore her. she has the power to create an endless samsara cycle, as proved in the main sumeru story quest.

focalors was praised as an archon. she had the opera epiclese to transfer power so she could fool the heavenly principles. she then transferred her power back to neuvilette, giving him his power as hydro dragon sovereign now. he has more power than an archon, and the only person who could best him now are the heavenly principles or a descender.

murata has showcased the might of her determination and will. all the power of her believers goes into fueling the sacred flame, and she gave up her gnosis powers. the power she showcased when she beat back the abyss and broke the sky was solely her own. her people believe in her so strongly, so when the day comes, and she uses the power of her people, i suspect she will be very, very strong.

[ach-sss-no]

shoutout to the part of the lost world (the book) where a guy tries to hold still so the t rex won't see him, just like in the last book, and it doesn't work, and the t rex gives him a confused look and then gorily eats him and a little while later ian malcolm michael crichton the author turns directly to you, the reader, and says 'LMAO, T REX DIDN'T HAVE VISUAL SYSTEMS THAT COULDN'T SEE MOVEMENT. LET ME EXPLAIN IN GREAT DETAIL HOW THAT WOULD BE COMPLETELY STUPID. I'M MICHAEL CRICHTON, AUTHOR OF JURASSIC PARK, THE BOOK WHERE THE T REX CAN'T SEE YOU IF YOU DON'T MOVE. HAVE A NICE DAY'

Most audacious retcon I've ever seen.