#dreamers of myths and legends

[thedreamworldlibrary]

My good friend @chaos-squared-house drew these for me. I asked them if I can post them and they gave me the okay. So here's the Dream Quartet in their outfits alongside their Pokemon.

And a spoiler for the near future...

[chaos-squared-house]

The Silly Thing!!

A little thing of Oddity from @dreamnoteprincess’s pokemon au!!

I don’t quite know how to make gifs for the most part, but still hope this looks cool nuff! :3

[itzphynix]

Man. The Herobrine really is summat else. We got:

A glitch of a ghost in the machine that causes every error in the game

The White Eyes character, stemming from a texture error, which becomes associated with the cave noise & eventually leads to the creation of the Herobrine myth

Transgender swag

The fucken. Brocraft stream that links to that ONE image & implies that either you or Herobrine are "asleep" & dreaming

The way that Herobrine myths kicked up due to the TF2 influx, after the devs made mention of the game

Every single unexplained structure in the game, all abandoned, all without a clear group that created them can & will be associated with Herobrine

The mineshafts. The ruined portals. The deep dark. It's kind of like a story, told in three arcs, if you squint right

Like something that used to live there, toiled in the soil along with the worms

Like something that got locked away, that wants to go back

Like something that needs to be kept out

Every single zombie looks like Steve. Does that say anything? Does it imply something about Herobrine, another reflection, but maybe a bit more sentient? With teeth that are a bit more sharp, with a malice that is a bit more cold?

Mojang putting the "Removed Herobrine" note in for YEARS, then one day dropping it, only to bring it back 3 years later

N*tch being scrubbed from the game's lore, so he's also (sometimes) scrubbed from Herobrine's lore, leading to alternate origins

He is the first player. He is the ghost of a fellow player. He is an architect, a miner, a builder. He is a friend to all the mobs, & an enemy to those that take all the trees & never replant the saplings. He is a curious onlooker, probably harmless. He is a deep loathing. He is a danger, a legend, just a myth, but is he?

The way that people's opinions of Herobrine have shifted through years, like a litmus test for Minecraft players as a whole

It starts with the eerie feeling of being in a room you KNOW should be empty, but feeling eyes on you, anyways & ends with a sad type of goodbye, a dreamer seeking a dreamer condemned

The way he's more quiet, more calm, less prone to the griefing & attacks he was once known for, like his fire has cooled with time

The Minecraft end poem. Maybe. Do you think Herobrine ever got to hear those words? "I love you," & "You have played the game well"?

The person with the Herobrine username, which has had the catboy Herobrine skin on for years o7

[impala-dreamer]

THROUGH HIS EYES - DEAN WINCHESTER WRITING CHALLENGE

The man, the myth, the legend - You know him, you love him. But do you really know him? How exactly would Dean react to Baby breaking down in the middle of nowhere and he can't fix 'er up? What is he actually thinking when he's sipping whiskey from the bottle and eyeing his girl? What is really going on behind those beautiful green eyes?

You know... So tell us!

I hereby challenge you to write a story entirely from Dean Winchester's point of view. It can be first or third person, but it must be Dean telling the story or showing us the way. It can be his internal monologue or our guide through the events.

Read on for rules and prompts. Please reblog to spread the word. And sign up- Open to anyone who writes or wants to!

Let's dive into our man's psyche and see what horrors we pull out!

Sign up until Friday, May 9 - Noon EST

Post whenever.

Deadline Friday, May 16 - Noon EST

THE RULES:

18+ only. regardless of story content.

All stories must be from Dean Winchester's POV. 1st Person or 3rd. Dean is telling the story/we see it through him.

One shots, Mini Series, Poetry, Whatever you feel like writing is cool.

Reader Inserts, OCs, Ships, Beka x Dean, all welcome 

No Weecest, Underage, or Weechesters in general. Let's start at Season 1, shall we?

Any genre is fine, but you must use the prompt somehow.

No crossovers.

No combining with another challenge.

No use of AI in anyway. You will be called out and shamed. Shammmmmedddd!

Post your fic on tumblr or AO3 anytime before the deadline.

Please mention the challenge name in the A/N and tag @impala-dreamer.

All warnings Must be Tagged in the opening. You can write whatever you want - I encourage your creativity - but you must tag. You No tag, Me No read.

I will comment and reblog every fic I receive. 

If you have any questions or anything, just dm me. I'm pretty chill.

Choose one prompt from the list below and send an ask saying you'd like to participate and tell me your desired prompt (and one backup just in case). Prompts will be used only once, first come first served. I'll answer the asks and update at the same time so you should be cool do get your desired prompt. Any issues, just let me know.

THE PROMPTS

QUOTES:

“I absolutely could not turn away.”

“I know why we have to say goodbye, I just don't want to.” @cleighwrites

“You better hold on!”

“I don't want you to walk out on me.”

“Goddamn it, you need to hear me!” @rizlowwritessortof

“You know you can't hurt me.” @thoughtslikeaminefield

“I trust you.” @wingedcatninja

“It. Was. Amazing.” @talltalesandbedtimestories

“If I give it to you, you gotta shut up.” @butchdeanagenda

“Just… stay.” @that-stanford-girlie

TITLES

The Aftermath @peachy-vans

Drink You Away @a-winter-tale

Once In A Lifetime  @fantasyheroine

Always, Probably. @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

When It Refused To Rain

Come What May @tidbit-fanfic

Inside Of Me

Time Carries On @bettystonewell

The Chain @0ccvltism

Switched @callwinchesters

SITUATIONS 

Friends to Lovers

Near Death Confession  @kazsrm67

A Spell @the-wounded-healer05

Unrequited Love @voodoochildthings

Drunken Mistakes @kittenofdoomage

First Kisses

Misunderstanding 

Hurt/Comfort

There Were Two Beds But They Only Wished For One

Keeping It Secret

OH NO!

Vampires

Djinn 

Lucifer

Leviathans

Chuck

Ghost

Werewolf

Jefferson Starships

Kahn Worm

Cursed Object @bigmouthlass Darali on AO3

I REALLY HOPE YOU PARTICIPATE AND HAVE FUN CREATING!

[polysucks]

What’s ur take on Elia/Lyanna

call me robert the way i hate rhaegar targaryen

let's talk about the romanticized martyrdom of these beautiful brown women and the tragedy that is the narrative they are forced to haunt.

Mourned, But Never Saved: How We Failed Elia and Lyanna

Word count: 1651 Time to read: 9 - 15 mins No major CWs except for my opinions, which are classified by the SCP Foundation as optic hazards

In literature, media, and even real-life tragedies, there is an obsession with The Perfect Victim—the young, beautiful, tragic woman whose suffering is romanticized, whose fate is mourned but never queried. She is consecrated in death, turned into an emblem of loss rather than a person with wants, needs, and a right to legacy of her own. It is easier to weep for her than to hold the men who destroyed her accountable.

It is easier to say, how sad, than to say, who did this?

Who let this happen?

Who benefited from it?

This phenomenon is not unique to Elia Martell and Lyanna Stark.

It is everywhere. We see it in the way murder victims—especially young, beautiful women—are transformed into icons of sorrow, their faces plastered across documentaries and true crime podcasts, their lives reduced to cautionary tales or poetic misfortunes for profit of more men who are so far removed from the tragedy they can justify the commodification. We see it in the way literature often treats female suffering as tragic inevitability, a necessary sacrifice to elevate the story of a male protagonist. And we see it in how Westerosi history records women like Elia and Lyanna—not as figures in their own right, but as the lost wives and lovers of great men.

There is a reason the world (and us, the fandom. myself included. I love a good Lyanna deification) linger on their beauty, their youth, their tragic ends, but not their anger.

Not their suffering.

Not their humanity.

The waif aesthetic that dominates social media—the fetishization of frailty, of doomed beauty—allows women like Elia and Lyanna to be preserved in glass (Metaphorically, but Lyanna is literally encased in stone), as if they were expected to die young the whole time, as if their stories had no other possible ending. It allows them to be stripped of their voices, reduced to passive, inevitable victims to their gender, and therefore circumstances, while the men who led them to their deaths remains shrouded in legendary calamity.

Rhaegar was a dreamer. Rhaegar was burdened by prophecy. Rhaegar was torn between love and duty. Excuses.

These justifications place his choices above their suffering, making their deaths seem like collateral damage in his grand narrative. Reduced to pitstops on the journey that is Rhaegar’s lamentable fate.

Their suffering is seen as a necessary part of his legend. Their deaths serve his myth.

Elia’s murder is not seen as an act of racialized violence against a Dornish woman and her mixed-race children, but as a tragic consequence of Rhaegar’s failure. Lyanna’s death is not treated as the cost of her own choices—whatever choices she may have made, but as the romantic conclusion to an ill-fated love story. They are not given full stories of their own. Their deaths are simply moments in his.

This is the same blindness that allows figures like Humbert Humbert in Lolita to frame themselves as misunderstood lovers rather than predators to the untrained eyes, and pseudo-critical thinker. Just as Humbert tells the story of Dolores Haze through his own selfish, delusional lens—robbing her of her voice, her autonomy, her anger, her right to be seen as more than his obsession—so too does Westerosi history rob Elia and Lyanna of their full truths. We mourn them, but only as beautiful ghosts, not as women who deserved better.

But Elia Martell was not just a forsaken wife. She was a Dornish princess with pride in her homeland, a mother, a woman who fought for the survival of her children. And Lyanna Stark was not a stolen maiden. She was a Northern girl with a wolf’s heart, with confidence, with autonomy, a woman who knew what she wanted, even if the world refused to let her have it.

To mourn them without condemning him is to continue the same cycle that destroyed them. It is to let them remain frozen in time, tragic saints of Rhaegar’s doomed love story, rather than women whose lives were stolen by a man’s choices.

We cannot allow them to become hollowed-out saints of tragedy, their stories reduced to romantic footnotes in the Targaryen legacy. They were not just victims. They were women. And they deserved more.

The Women Rhaegar Targaryen Left Behind: The Perfect Victims of a Flawed Legacy

Elia Martell: A Princess, A Mother, A Betrayed Woman

Elia Martell was a Dornish princess, born in a land where women had more agency and political power than most of Westeros. In Dorne, daughters can inherit titles, rule in their own right, and are not cast aside for the crime of being born female. Though, even in this progressive culture, Elia was still used as a political pawn. Under the weight of political pressure on her homeland, she was married off not as an equal partner, but as a tool to serve the Targaryen dynasty—her body reduced to a vessel meant to bridge two kingdoms in subservience, not unity.

Unlike most Westerosi noblewomen, Elia likely grew up learning court intrigue, family honor, and the weight of responsibility alongside her brother Oberyn. She was not a sheltered damsel but a woman of sharp mind and fierce spirit—something we see reflected in Oberyn’s devotion to her memory. He does not recall her as fragile or passive but as someone who deserved better, someone whose suffering should not be forgotten.

When Oberyn confronted Gregor Clegane in King’s Landing, he demanded that Gregor say her name. Not Rhaegar’s. Not Aerys’. Elia’s. He refused to let her become just another nameless casualty of the Targaryen downfall. He forced her murderer to acknowledge that she was more than Rhaegar’s discarded wife—that she was a woman, a mother, a sister. That she mattered.

Yet history continues to erase her. The common narrative reduces Elia to a tragic mistake in Rhaegar’s story, the wrong wife he had to cast aside to fulfill his grand destiny. But Elia was not the wrong wife. She was the right wife—for herself, for her children, and for her people. It was Rhaegar who failed her, not the other way around.

Lyanna Stark: A Wolf, Not a Maiden

Lyanna Stark exists in the public consciousness as a ghost of two extremes: either a helpless girl stolen away against her will or a reckless romantic who doomed herself and thousands of others for love. But neither of these simplifications capture the full truth of who she was.

Ned remembers Lyanna as fierce and willful, a girl with a warrior’s spirit, more like Arya than Sansa. He openly wonders if she would have carried a sword if their father had allowed it. She was not passive, not delicate—she was a Stark through and through, wild-hearted and strong.

She was also perceptive. She saw through Robert Baratheon’s romanticized view of her and understood that he would never be faithful. She knew what kind of life awaited her as Robert’s queen, and she wanted no part of it.

At Harrenhal, she was not just Rhaegar’s great love—she was a girl who made an impact on those around her. She was remembered for her boldness, for her defiance of traditional expectations. If she was, as many believe, the Knight of the Laughing Tree, then she was not some lovestruck maiden swept away by fate—she was a protector, a rebel, someone who took action in the face of injustice. And that act had nothing to do with Rhaegar.

Even in death, her final words to Ned—Promise me, Ned—were not about Rhaegar. She was not mourning her lost love. She was not asking Ned to preserve Rhaegar’s dream. She was thinking of her son, of the next generation, of ensuring his survival. Her last act was not about romance—it was about family, about duty, about love in the way only a Stark would understand it.

And just as her own agency is stripped from her, so too is her son’s identity. Jon Snow is often defined entirely by his Targaryen heritage, despite the fact that Lyanna fought to ensure he would not be a pawn of House Targaryen. She did not die for Rhaegar’s prophecy—she died whilst ensuring her child lived outside of it.

The stories of Elia Martell and Lyanna Stark are not just footnotes in the legend of Rhaegar Targaryen. They are not sacrifices for prophecy, not symbols of doomed romance, not mere casualties of a tragic war. They were women with agency, with convictions, with love for their families that transcended the narrative they are forced to haunt. To remember them only as victims is to betray them all over again—to strip them of the depth and defiance that made them who they were. If their suffering is to mean anything, it must be seen for what it truly was: not a poetic tragedy, but an injustice. Not a love story, but a loss. And not a justification for Rhaegar’s actions, but an indictment of them. We do not honor them by mourning their deaths—we honor them by remembering their lives.

But history, both fictional and real, loves to turn women like them into saints of sorrow—The Perfect Victims. The world mourns them but does not seek justice for them. It remembers their beauty, their tragedy, but not their anger. It allows their suffering to be poeticized, aestheticized, while the men who doomed them remain enigmatic, misunderstood figures.

But Elia Martell was not misunderstood. She was betrayed.

Lyanna Stark was not a tragic mystery. She was a woman who acted.

And that is how they deserve to be remembered.

[psychiatry-and-poetry]

#9

How many nameless and faceless people must bleed, and suffer, and die before you realise, Prince, that you too bleed scarlet? How many are you willing to butcher without a second thought?

The time has come, fool, for the nobility to step aside. For if it does not, it shall be crushed under the weight of this world. This new world. A world forged and born and remade by the dreamers, the inventors, the artists, and the peacemakers. A world where we might live in harmony, where we are not killed, maimed, or slaughtered simply for who we are. A world where the law is just and kind, and treats its citizens with fairness and justice.

And you, Prince, you and your filthy, rotting, corrupted court shall fester in the depths of hell, your corpses rotting for all eternity, while we thrive in a lovely, rich, and just world.

You will gaze up at us and beg, as we have begged you now for centuries, to be allowed in, to be allowed to experience an ounce of the luxury we will revel in day after day.

And yet we will refuse. We will laugh, and mock, and ridicule, as we have been subject to our entire lives, and neither you nor your people's souls will get a shred of peace or rest, for we will make sure to torture your souls so thoroughly that our stories will be spoken around fires at night, or told to your grandchildren and kin forevermore as myths, and legends.

They will fear our kin, as we have feared yours.

For it is time our stories were told and heard. Not only by the likes of you, but our own people too.

The time has come, Prince, to change the world.

masterlist

[roydick]

re: my last post

all the arrows (that im familiar with im still getting through v2 I AM COMING MIA WAIT FOR MEEEE) are romantics at heart, they're all dreamers!!

ollie's whole thing is based around robin hood, dinah being his maid marian, his dreams in v2 being so entrenched with the myth, he leaves on a cross country trip with his friend on a whim, because he wants to, he wants to be the hero of legend!! and roy cannot and will not give up on jade, he knows theyre doomed, but he loved her, and he loves her still, and donna had his whole heart in her hands, because he was all-in even if she couldnt be, and he starts a team *for* dick after donna dies and he tells dick they dont have to be a family like the titans, but admits later that he thought dick still would come to care about them like that!

[funeral]

The affective component of the dream stirs the dreamer's emotions and bars the way to associations. For the dream expresses itself in strange, often mythological images. From the treasure house of the psyche it draws forth unusual shapes and figures, for the most part numinously charged. The best way to understand them is to go back to the world of collective images contained in legends and fairytales, in myths and poetry, or in the cultural and religious symbols of human history—the world in which dragon and serpent, treasure and cave, tree and blossom, gods and demons have their home and from which they speak to us in imperishable symbols.

Jolande Jacobi, Complex/Archetype/Symbol in the Psychology of C.G. Jung

[guardiansvalor]

the star dreamers are deities or at LEAST linked to moonlight. éclair's dream was a vision. —a theory

you know what time it is! the theory i ALWAYS ramble about.

some parts of this may be taking stretches, but let's not waste any time. more important factors are in bold for ease.

this is in sections.

- a summary of the story

- an observation of the costume set's descriptions and inspirations

- observation of the costume set's bond story

- why the nightfall butterfly was used by moonlight to induce éclair's dream as a vision

with that, allow me to begin.

a summary of the story :

the bond story is linked here if you'd like to read it for yourself. butttt, for those of you who can't be bothered :

éclair cookie falls asleep whilst writing a relic journal on nightfall butterflies. he dreams of three cosmic entities, constellation guardians. these being financier cookie, wildberry cookie and cream unicorn cookie. éclair wakes up, and there is assumption his dream was from the nightfall butterfly, tales say it can cause dreams of the night sky.

an observation of the costume set's descriptions and inspirations :

éclair cookie, stargazing scholar :

let's clear éclair up first, shall we? éclair is not as significant as of currently compared to the other three. he is an astronomer and the observer, serving as the gateway to what we see about the star guardians. he is based around the fantasy-astronomy aesthetic. he has no zodiac basis, yet for...some reason the fandom just appointed him as aquarius someday. he is the main character of the story.

financier cookie, brilliance of justice :

alright, to the deities here! financier cookie's brilliance of justice costume is based upon libra, as well as the greek titan-goddess themis (lady justice). the theming of lady justice is extremely blatant.

and as of the manner the costume is described in. it's pretty straight up.

the phrasing of so divine that you do nothing but revere to her is head on. that's a deity right there! these descriptors are...obviously deliberate.

wildberry cookie, hero blessed by the stars :

wildberry's costume is based off of heracles, the greek divine hero. there are also hintings of the leo and serpens constellations.

also pretty on the nose. the beginning of a new legend, plus this description is literally how you'd tell an epic tale or legend..... a hero protecting the peace of the night.

cream unicorn cookie, memories in the night sky :

cream unicorn's costume's basis is pegasus! the fandom also kind of collectively agrees there's virgo stuff LOL

a moment too magical to be true. this theory can also lean on cream unicorn a little more due to them being a mythical creature and powerful figure already.

yeah? yeah! the common theme here is that the three guardians are described like you'd think of a divine myth or something.

the theming is also very well picked out. the costumes could have easily been designed with the same midnight theme as éclair, but they chose great figures. verrry deliberate.

it's also established in stormbringer cookie's update that gods and deities appear to be a different matter in cookie run. deities are seemingly “lesser”. do what you will with that.

you probably think "this is just a dream this is going to happen", i can counter that

observation of the costume set's bond story :

hope you didn't forget the summary too fast! lets get into this next part where we apply more onto this.

as i said, the story begins with éclair adjusting himself for a night of stargazing.

the first constellation he falls onto is wildberry. wildberry knocks out the serpent and lion constellations via a punch, calming them. apparently things have been growing dangerous in the northern sky. his powers seem to include peace induction.

this isn't normal, no shit sherlock. oh but wildberry in the real world is something i'd like to discuss.

wildberry cookie's strength does not appear to be natural, or at least stronger than the average cookie. okay, gauntlet, sure, but he doesn't seem to have much problem fighting an ambush of white masks bare-fisted. he also can carry his gauntlet around without problem while crunchy chip (a strong WELL trained cacaoian warrior mind you, literal beast tamer) struggles with it. we can assume somethings going on here

wildberry is outshone by the dazzling light of financier cookie's sword. financier, as her description pretty obviously states, weighs out justice with her scales. the stars with "murky lights in their hearts" flee from her.

financier in the real world has a great sense of justice (see: cookie odyssey). it'd be a nice pointer to these things. a fair just paladin, the glass slipper of serving as lady justice would fit perfectly.

and finally, cream unicorn's mild light pacifies both stronger lights of wildberry and financier's. well, i'll use the dream excuse for them walking across the milky way because How™.

cream unicorn's case in the real world is interesting. they are already powerful, the role of a deity wouldn't be far off from them. at least i believe so? i'm not too caught up on their lore and i apologise for that.

and the story concludes with éclair awakening. he makes his way to the natural ecology wing to see a faint glow coming from the nightfall butterfly. as stated, tales say they can induce dreams of the night sky.

this actually gets into the next point.

the nightfall butterfly and why moonlight used it to induce éclair's dream :

for reference, here's the relic!

in the bond story it's actually called the nightlight butterfly, but we can pretty easily equate them to be the same thing. plus the butterfly is in the nature hall, no doubt the ecology wing.

the alternative name to the butterfly is the star jelly butterfly. the city of wizards has a motif of star jellies throughout, especially with say, milky way cookie. it even takes place on moonlights clock tower!

also wings like the night sky? providing dreams? that's the city of wizards for ya.

onto miss "night sky and dreams" herself — moonlight cookie!

moonlight's crescent guardian attire is on par with the guardian star dreamers costumes. right off the bat.

moonlight providing the dream makes sense. note this could have been ANY cookie as the observer, though they chose to play around with éclair's relics. moonlight can prooobably grant specific dreams.

this, is moreso a vision than a dream. the nightfall butterfly was in the reach of éclair. and listen, he's knowledgeable enough to hold such a revelation and to piece the puzzle. it'd make sense for him to be plucked out.

wouldn't it be nice to see some of the stars moonlight yearns for, those who she'd dance with upon twilight?

moonlight is awake when gaining her crescent guardian state. this is reality. it is achieved upon reuniting with stardust cookie (look. STARdust. the stars). stardust is essentially the key to this, and this perfectly falls in line if we assume this time period is when éclairs dream happened.

my point is also to say that the dreamers are in a state of dormancy of some sort.

a few extra points to this :

sea fairy blesses the gem mermaids with powers. why shouldn't a fellow legend be able to do the same?

the odds of the costumes having relevancy to lore is NOT impossible, contrary to belief. due to the setting being a dream, it could've actually happened and had no effects on the lore quite yet. also, white lily's costume was presumed to just be an "au" but became canon to the storyline. it's not impossible!

éclair doesn't know these cookies. or at least, he is never seen to interact with any of them. éclair DOES interact with financier in the crunchy spring picnic story, but wildberry and cream unicorn? debatable. why dream of cookies you don't know? the brain cannot make up faces.

this is a stretch but getting a whole bond story when easily able to have been lumped in with crunchy dreams?? goddamn!!

also.. face it. if devsisters can get money off of this for a beast yeast plot or something, why not go in for it? AND there is still room for a moonlight update. she will gain a crystal jam eventually, as well as other untouched city of wizards things that could be expanded on.

some of this might not make sense, i was extremely tired typing. butttt.. here's my whole input of it. thanks for coming to my ted talk

[yoshiyoshitaniart]

Heya! I’m not sure what questions’ve been asked/answered already but I’ve been keeping up with your progress on the oracle cards (can’t wait to get them btw! I already own the tarot you made and I love them) I just wanted to ask about the “theme” of each of your five suits? I have theories but nothing solid.

Also, something that caught my attention was how most of your card names in the four suits with depictions of specific myths are nouns (specifically concepts— ambition, order, purity, etc.) but the Amaterasu card is the verb ‘Ascend’? You also have two cards labeled ‘Trickster’ and ‘Dreamer’ which also break the pattern of ‘name-of-concept’ like ‘Trickery’ or ‘Dreams’ in favor of ‘person-engaged-with-concept’ and I was wondering what the significance of that distinction was to the meanings of those cards. Knowing how the meaning behind oracle cards is largely dependent on the deck’s maker, I got curious but I /have/ been known to read too far into things in the past so thought I’d just ask.

So sorry that this ask got so long! I’m too hyped about this deck I have to k n o w but I also don’t want to bother too much if this all gets explained in a guidebook like with your tarot cards.

Thank you for your question! I am extremely flattered that you're following my oracle deck so closely, and I really hope that it can live up to your expectations! tldr; the exact names are a work in progress. I have strong feelings about the energy of each card, but I'll probably be tweaking until the last minute what each TITLE should be. It's hard to encapsulate everything a whole character and theme represents, and you're right about the adjective/verb/noun jumble being confusing. It's definitely something I'm taking into consideration, and have been talking with my publisher about. If you're interested in following along, I recommend joining my monthly newsletter! I put updates there and will keep everyone apprised of publishing news

Longer answer:

My oracle deck has 12 Myths/Legends, which each myth being represented in 4 cards: Hero, Advisor, Challenge, Desire

To show you, these are the 12 cards for the 3 myths, Amaterasu's Cave, Ishtar's Decent into the Underworld, and Panji Semirang.

Hero Cards (Laurel Wreath icon): These are usually characters of action and movement. The embody change, creativity, and the symbol of fire. While these are generally speaking more positive cards, there are a few that can lean more negatively. While I absolutely love Ishtar, her Ambition does not always endear her to the rest of her pantheon Advisor Cards (Eye Icon): These are characters of stability and advice. They embody intellect, the mind, and the symbol of wind. Again there are positive and negative cards. There is Introspection but also Gossip

Challenge Cards (Skull Icon): These are cards of opposition and confrontation. They embody emotion, volatility, and the symbol of water. While they tend to be more negative with traits like Envy and Greed, they can also be necessary like Sacrifice an Reckoning

Desire Cards (Heart Icon): These are cards of aspiration and hope. They embody the heart, wishes, and the symbol of earth. These are some of the more diverse cards, with desires ranging from the stability of a father figure, to a throne of power, to good time.

The 12 cards for the 3 myths The White Snake, The Industrious Daughter, and The Tale of Huathacauri

So I'll go over a little bit of my thought process for the names of these cards. Specifically you mentioned Amaterasu as the Ascend card, so I'll talk about that set. Originally when I was creating these cards my intention was to have each card named the name of the character/object. So, Amaterasu was going to be named Amaterasu, Ame no Uzume was going to be Ame no Uzume, etc etc. But when I started showing the cards to friends and family, the feedback I got was that the cards were extremely hard to use unless you were already innately familiar with each of the characters and their stories. This was really helpful, because I do want to encourage people to learn these stories--but I don't want to Assign Homework just so you can enjoy this oracle deck. I want anyone to be able to use this deck instantly, and if they want to learn more, there is a rich history for them to dive in to.

So that's when I started considering Titles for each of the cards, similar to many existing Oracle decks.

In summary in Amaterasu's Cave, the Sun Goddess Amaterasu (Hero) loves her weaver handmaiden (Desire) . This handmaiden is killed by Amaterasu's brother Susanoo (Challenge), which causes the grief stricken Amaterasu to hide in a cave. She eventually lured out by the charms and humor of the goddess Ame no Uzume. To start of easy, Susanoo and the handmaiden are clearly opposites of each other. The handmaiden is a weaver in Amaterasu's comfortable life and home, and so she represents peace and ORDER. Susanoo comes in and wrecks the harmony, causing CHAOS, ANARCHY and WRATH (I'm not sure which of these names I like best). Amaterasu, when she leaves her cave, ultimately represents the end of depression, moving on, and like a sun, ASCENDING once again. Although a better name might be REJUVENATION, RECOVERY, or maybe RE IGNITE to get more of the sun imagery in there again. It's tough to find a good single word for "I-was-too-depressed-to-get-out-of-bed-but-I-am-getting-better-and-now-I'm-ready-to-go-outside-again" But if you know one please tell me! Lastly there is Ame no Uzume, who is that friend that reminds you life is still worth it by showing you all the fun and beauty in the world. I originally called her REJUVENATION, but she might be better described as CELEBRATION, or JOY as it is her party that brings Amaterasu out of hiding. She can also be seen as a representation of a healing S-xWorker, as it is specifically her hilarious and lewd striptease that calls to Amaterasu.

But lastly let me also talk about the 5th and last suit of the oracle deck, the suit of Symbols

Symbol Cards (Star icon): These 12 cards are symbols that show up repeatedly in multiple myths and fairy tales from around the world. I wouldn't go so far as to call them Universal Symbols, because not every culture has every single one of these, but they are strong and impactful Archetypes.

For example The Forbidden is every box or door that we are told Not To Open. Some famous examples are Pandora's box, Cupid's Bed Curtain, or Bluebeard's Basement. While these things are expressly off limits, these are often lines we will need to cross in order to learn or grow. We just also have to realize there will be consequences.

The naming for these ones is really easy, as they will all be "The Noun"

All told there will 60 cards (12 myths with 4 cards each, and 12 symbol cards) If you're interested in following along, I recommend joining my monthly newsletter! I put updates there and will keep everyone apprised of publishing news

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Dreamers of Myths & Legends Chap.9-Scorbunny: The Wild Child

Here is the next chapter and Part 2 of the Galar Story. I’ve been on a Pokemon kick lately and have been setting up future chapters for this AU. I have scripts up to Chapter 14, but I’ve been focused on other fanfics and work to set them up properly. Also I’d rather take things one step at a time, but I’m excited for these chapters to drop.

Big thanks to my beta reader @gigilefache

Enjoy!

Danica was in the kitchen preparing the vegetables for lunch while her Lillipup and Yamper were playing around nearby. Until that is, the three heard calls from her son.

“Mom! Mom! We have an emergency!” Lewis yelled, as he came through the door.

Danica left the kitchen and ran to Lewis, hugging her son tight. “What happened? Did you get hurt by a wild Pokemon? Fell and scraped your knee?” Danica was frantically asking questions if her son got hurt while Lewis muffled and tried to pull away from his mom’s embrace.

“No mom!” Lewis muffled, as he gently pushed her away. “It’s not me, but Sara’s Skiddo.”

Danica and Lewis turned to Sara holding Skiddo’s Pokeball. Her Piplup stood by her as he rubbed her leg for comfort. Wiatt and Oliver approached, both also worried for the young girl.

“What happened?” Danica asked.

“We ran into a Scorbunny and it attacked Skiddo.” Oliver answered.

Danica frowned and walked over to Sara. “Sara, could you send out your Skiddo?” She asked, causing the young girl to look up. “I just want to see her injuries.”

Sara nodded, and opened up Skiddo’s Pokeball. Once Skiddo was out, she looked exhausted, still in pain from the injuries from the burn she suffered.

Danica kneeled down and looked at the Mount Pokémon. “She looks burnt,” she said. “Lewis, get my medical kit.”

Lewis nodded and went to another room to grab the medical kit. As he was grabbing the kit, Danica checked Skiddo’s injuries again and remembered mentio's remark.

“Oliver, did you mention a Scorbunny did this?” Danica asked.

Oliver looked at the older woman and nodded.

Danica sighed, “not again.”

“Wait, mom you know about the Scorbunny?” Lewis asked, as he came in with the medical kit.

Danica nodded. Not a moment too soon, she started to treat Skiddo as she simultaneously ready to tell the story too her son and his friends. The four sat down listening to the older woman. “Scorbunny is well known in the Wild Area. I met him a month after you left on your journey Lewis.”

Flashback: 1 Month after Lewis left for Kanto

“I found him after releasing the Rookiedee and Nickit we took care of before you left.”

After Danica released the two Pokemon, she heard the grunts of pain coming from behind the bushes. She turned around and saw Scorbunny limping and covered in bruises. Danica was horrified and went over to the fire-type Pokemon.

“Who did this to you?” Danica asked.

Scorbunny turned away, but flinched at the pain he was in.

Carefully, Danica held him and took him back to her house to get the Rabbit Pokemon treated. At home, she bandaged up the fire-type Pokemon and saw him glare at the window. 

“I treated for his injuries back home, but I wondered what kind of battles this Scorbunny was getting into.” Danica explained. “After this Scorbunny would come back injured, and soon many Pokemon in the Wild Area were injured thanks to Scorbunny.”

Danica was picking berries and saw an injured Nickit, Wingull and Bunnelby. She went over to the three Pokemon before hearing Scorbunny laugh. She looked over at him as the fire-type Pokemon smirked and ran off, eating a berry.

Flashback ends:

“So, Scorbunny has been getting into fights with Pokemon?” Oliver asked.

Danica nodded, “yes, I wonder if the Pokemon who gave him the injuries the first time we met sparked his attitude.” She wondered, as she finished bandaging up Skiddo.

“It’s possible.” Wiatt replied. He then looked at Oddity, “I wonder if the noises we heard earlier were Scorbunny intimidating him.”

“Eevee.” Oddity agreed.

Danica smiled seeing Skiddo was done being treated. “There. Sara, your Skiddo is going to be just fine.”

Sara smiled and got up as she went over to her Pokemon. The Mount Pokemon bleated happily as Sara hugged her tight. “Oh I’m glad you're okay!” Sara beamed.

Skiddo bleated in reply as she licked her trainer’s face, causing her to laugh.

Lewis and Wiatt smiled, but saw Oliver frowning. “Oliver.” Wiatt started.

“Are you okay darling?” Lewis asked.

The taller boy did not respond, as he was thinking about Scorbunny. He wondered why the Pokémon acted so violently, and if the fire-type wasn’t going to tell him, he’ll find a way, nicely. Oliver got up and went over to the kitchen and picked up an Oran Berry they collected earlier. He then walked towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Wiatt asked.

“I’m going to find Scorbunny.” Oliver replied.

The group looked shocked, but Sara was angry that Oliver wanted to give that mischievous Pokemon a chance. “After what Scorbunny did to my Skiddo, you want to become friends with it?” She asked, growling a bit.

Oliver glared back, “yes, I need to know why Scorbunny acts like this.” Oliver opened the door and stepped out, but before he left he glanced back at his friends. “Besides, I’m the only one who doesn’t have a Pokemon yet.” Oliver then left the house as everyone looked at each other.

Back at the Wild Area, Scorbunny had three pebbles beside him ready to kick towards an Apple tree. He kicked one, which only swung the apples in the tree back and forth. The second one he kicked hit an apple, but still it didn’t fall. The final pebble, Scorbunny kicked hard enough, causing his Ember attack to activate and burning the apple to the crisp.

Scorbunny sighed seeing he wouldn’t get to enjoy an apple after all.

“Scorbunny!” Oliver yelled.

“Scor?” Scorbunny asked as he turned around and saw the taller boy. The Rabbit Pokemon glared at him and growled, “Scorbun…”

“Scorbunny wait. I’m not here to fight you.” Oliver reassured him.

Scorbunny continued to growl and started to walk towards him. Oliver didn’t step back, and quickly grabbed the Oran Berry from his pocket, causing Scorbunny to stop and stare at the boy.

“See, I’m just trying to be nice.” Oliver said. “I know what you did with Sara’s Skiddo was wrong, but I want to understand why you did that.”

Scorbunny cautiously walked towards the taller boy, but didn’t take the berry. “Scorbunny,” he said.

“It’s alright, you can take it.” Oliver reassured him. “I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to talk to you.”

Scorbunny narrowed his eyes and grabbed the berry and took a bite out of it. He turned away as he ate the berry.

Oliver smiled and sat next to Scorbunny, “now, I need to know why you did what you did.”

Scorbunny took a glance at Oliver, continuing to eat the berry. He didn’t respond, and turned away.

Oliver frowned, and remembered what Danica said about Scorbunny. “Did someone hurt you?” He asked.

Scorbunny’s eyes widened, and nodded.

“I’m sorry that happened to you, but that doesn’t give you an excuse to hurt other Pokemon.” Oliver said.

“Scorbun.” Scorbunny groaned.

Oliver sighed, “listen. I’m offering to be your friend Scorbunny.”

“Scorbunny!” Scorbunny exclaimed, turning to Oliver. He wasn’t sure if the taller boy was telling the truth, but in reality Scorbunny was lonely, and loved the idea of companionship.

Oliver looked into Scorbunny’s eyes and sighed. He went into his pocket and pulled out a photo. “You know, you remind me a lot of my younger brother.”

Scorbunny turned to see a photo of a young boy and girl who appeared to be twins. “Scorbun.” Scorbunny said, pointing at the boy.

Oliver nodded and chuckled, “yeah you're both stubborn and pranksters.”

The fire type glared and puffed up his cheeks, which made Oliver laugh.

“Yep, your most definitely like Ben.”

Scorbunny sighed, and smiled and the tall boy. He thought to himself and saw Oliver wasn’t so bad. He was pretty cool. Plus he did give him a berry. Suddenly, the fire-type’s ear twitched, hearing something in the distance. “Score! Scorbun!” Scorbunny exclaimed.

“What’s wrong Scorbunny?” Oliver asked.

Scorbunny looked around as his ear continued to twitch. He immediately ran to where the commotion was going on. Oliver put the photo back into his pocket, and followed behind. after a bit of running the two were horrified at what they saw. Two Rookiedee, a Wooper, and a Minccino were caught in a net and was dragged through the bushes.

Angry at whoever was doing this, Oliver and Scorbunny looked at each other and nodded as they went through the bushes. Oliver gasped and stopped the fire-type from getting further. “Scor?” Scorbunny asked.

“Shh.” Oliver shushed Scorbunny as the two saw who stole the Pokemon; Team Rocket.

Meowth laughed as the captured Pokemon were put inside the back of an Ariados robot. “See, I told you our Robo-Ariados can shoot nets up to miles away and store them safe and sound until we see the boss.” He explained. Inside the robot, there were many Pokemon including the ones just captured inside shaking in fear.

“Brilliant Meowth!” Jessie exclaimed. “Shall we stop for today and get going?”

Meowth smile proudly, “we can take a break once we find the twerps’ Pokemon.”

Oliver growled and glared at that claim.

James, however, was concerned about the idea, “are you sure about that Meowth?” He asked. “We’ll get caught if we keep sneaking around stealing Pokemon.”

“Nah, don’t worry!” Meowth reassured his friend.

Jessie then spoke up, “May I remind you, were in the Wild Area. If we get caught here, we can just go to another part of the Wild Area. We hide, steal more Pokemon, rinse and repeat!”

James thought about it for a second, before liking the idea, “I guess that doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Not only that it will show the whole of Team Rocket that we’re not a bunch of quitters!” Meowth exclaimed.

“Wobbuffet!” Wobbuffett exclaimed as well.

“Team Rocket!” Oliver yelled, coming out of the bushes.

Team Rocket stopped and turned to see the taller boy and Scorbunny glaring at them. “Release those Pokemon now!”

“Scorbunny! Scorbun!” Scorbunny yelled.

Team Rocket chuckled before getting into their motto. “Prepare for trouble twerp, you're a bit late!” Jessie started.

“And make it double, while we instigate!” James exclaimed.

“To protect the world from devastation!” Jessie continued.

“To unite all peoples within our nation.” James continued.

“To denounce the evils of truth and love.”

“To extend our reach to the stars above.”

“Jessie!”

“James!”

As Team Rocket continued their motto, Scorbunny yawned. He looked down at the pebble and looked up at Team Rocket with a smirk. “Scorbunny!” Scorbunny exclaimed, kicking a pebble at Meowth before he could finish his part of the motto.

“Meowth, that’s-ah!” He screamed being knocked to the ground.

“Wobbuffet?” Wobbufett asked.

Meowth got up, now with a bump on his head. “Hey, don’t just kick rocks at me while we do the motto, Long Ears!” He yelled.

“Scorbunny! Scorbun bun.” Scorbunny replied.

Meowth gasped, putting his hand to his chest as he was offended at what he was just told. “I can’t believe you said that!”

“What did he say?” Jessie asked.

“He called our motto ridiculous.” Meowth cried.

Jessie and James dramatically gasped. “How dare you insult our motto?!” Jessie exclaimed.

“We’ve been doing this motto for a long time with new revisions!” James added.

Scorbunny yawned in reply.

“Don’t just yawn and ignore us!” Jessie yelled.

“Scorbun. Scorbunny.” Scorbunny said.

Meowth growled, “I don’t care if you lived here longer, we won’t be sass-talked by a twerp!”

“Scorbunny.” Scorbunny replied. “Scor.”

The Scratch Cat Pokemon gasped hearing Scorbunny just insult him causing him to burst into flames. “That’s it!” Meowth yelled. “Jessie, James get your Pokemon out and lets teach this twerp a lesson!”

“Fine by me!” Jessie replied. “Go, Seviper!” Jessie threw her Pokeball and out came her Seviper.

Seviper hissed upon coming out of their Pokeball.

“Inkay, let’s go!” James yelled as he sent out his Pokemon.

“Inkay!” Inkay beamed.

Oliver realized he was out numbered, but heard Scorbunny call out to him. “Scorbunny!”

“Huh?” Oliver asked.

“Scorbun. Scorbunny.” Scorbunny replied, reassuring the taller boy that he could battle these two on his own.

Oliver nodded, putting his trust in the Rabbit Pokemon. “Alright, let’s do this.” Oliver said, ready to battle Team Rocket.

“Scorbun.” Scorbunny said.

“Seviper use Bite!” Jessie commanded.

Seviper hissed as they made their way towards Scorbunny.

“Dodge it, Scorbunny!” Oliver commanded.

Scorbunny jumped upwards, missing the Fang Snake Pokémon. The latter kept trying to catch the fire-type Pokemon, but Scorbunny was just too fast for them.

“Inkay, use Psybeam!” James commanded.

“Inkay!” Inkay shrieked as he used his head to launch Psybeam at Scorbunny.

The fire-type missed the attack, and the Psybeam hit Seviper. The poison-type Pokemon hissed in pain as the psychic attack caused major damage on them.

“Seviper, catch that brat with your Poison Tail!” Jessie commanded.

“Sev…iper!” Seviper shouted as their tail started to glow purple and was ready to swing it on Scorbunny.

“Dodge it, quick!” Oliver commanded.

Scorbunny jumped up again missing the attack, however the attack hit Inkay.

“Inkay!” Inkay screamed in pain.

“Inkay, no!” James yelled.

Inkay crashed into the ground, injured from the attack.

Scorbunny landed on the ground as he rubbed his nose and gave a confident smile.

“Wow.” Oliver commented, blinking in surprise. “Your good at this Scorbunny.”

“Scorbun. Scorbunny.” Scorbunny replied.

Seviper then came from behind Scorbunny, and the fire-type didn’t notice it.

“Scorbunny, look out!” Oliver shouted.

Scorbunny turned to see Seviper trying to grab him. He tried to jump to miss the attack, but Seviper quickly snatched Scorbunny and held him tight. The fire-type struggled to break free from Seviper’s grasp.

Team Rocket laughed, happy that they captured the fire-type Pokemon.

“Let him go Team Rocket!” Oliver yelled.

“For being a smart mouth to Team Rocket, and being a twerp? No way!” Meowth yelled.

Oliver growled, trying to figure out what to do. He had no other Pokemon, and Wiatt and the others were still at Lewis’s house.

“Eevee!”

Oliver gasped, hearing a call of an Eevee. A familiar Eevee to be exact.

Suddenly, a Shadow Ball appeared and hit Seviper, causing them to let go of Scorbunny. The fire-type landed with ease, shocked that he was saved.

“Oliver!”

Oliver turned around and saw his friends and their Pokemon ready to join the fight. “You guys made it!” He yelled.

“Hey, we saw what was going on, darling.” Lewis started.

“Meow.” Sprigatito added.

“We’re not missing out on taking down Team Rocket!” Wiatt exclaimed.

“Eevee!” Oddity exclaimed as well.

Scorbunny was shocked to see everyone else help him and Oliver. He then felt vines help him up, which belonged to Skiddo. He was surprised that out of everyone, Skiddo was willing to forgive and help him to his feet.

Skiddo belatedly tells Scorbunny I'm a language only pokemon could understand that despite him being a jerk, she forgives him, but only a little bit.

Scorbunny chuckled in reply. He then looked to see Oddity and Sprigatito who stood beside him and Skiddo preparing to battle Team Rocket.

Jessie, James  and their Pokemon look horrified seeing they were unmatched four to two.

“Well, this is going to be fun.” Meowth said.

“How come, Meowth?” James asked as he and Jessie looked down at their small friend.

“We defeat them, and we steal their Pokemon, too.” Meowth answered.

Jessie and James smiled hearing the idea. “Now that cheered me up!” Jessie exclaimed.

“Wobbuffet!” Wobbuffet exclaimed.

“Oddity, use Shadow Ball on Inkay!” Wiatt commanded.

“Sprigatito, use Leafage on Seviper!” Lewis commanded.

The two heroic Pokemon used their attacks on the two evil Pokemon, dealing massive damage. However, the opposition still stood strong.

“Seviper, use Poison Tail!” Jessie commanded.

“Inkay, use Foul Play!” James commanded.

Seviper’s tail glowed purple, ready to swing it at Sprigatito while Inkay was attempting to grab Oddity.

“Skiddo, grab the Pokemon with Vine Whip!” Sara commanded.

Skiddo bleated as a pair of vines came from her neck as she grabbed Seviper and Inkay before swinging them and throwing them at Meowth. The three Pokemon were then thrown at the machine chest where the Pokemon were stored, causing it to crack.

“Alright, Scorbunny, use Ember!” Oliver commanded.

“Scor!” Scorbunny yelled. The fire type Pokemon used a pebble and kicked it around until it burst into flames. The Ember attack hit the machine, cracking it even more.

“Okay, Scorbunny, use Quick Attack!” Oliver commanded 

“Use Quick Attack too Oddity!” Wiatt added.

“Skiddo, help out with Take Down!” Sara added as well.

The three Pokemon ran, and at the same time, rammed into the machine, breaking it into many pieces. The Pokemon flooded out and quickly ran or flew away from the machine.

Team Rocket were in shock seeing all their captured Pokemon get away. “All our hard work is escaping!” Jessie exclaimed.

“Quick, let’s hop in the Robo-Ariados and catch them back!” Meowth exclaimed.

“Right.” Team Rocket replied.

The trio and their Pokemon bounced inside the robot as it started to move. Wiatt and his friends stepped back when the robot pointed right at them and their Pokemon. Team Rocket laughed, safe inside their machine.

“Alright, time to grab us some Pokemon!” Meowth yelled, as he pressed a button.

The Robo-Ariados formed a net on its spinneret ready to capture Oddity and the other Pokemon.

Scorbunny turned to his new friends in horror, then glared at Team Rocket. Scorbunny looked around and saw a rock and smirked. He sprinted towards the rock as his feet started to fire up, then he skid and kicked the rock as hard as he could, hitting the net of the robot and causing the net to burn to a crisp, an action that caused the robot to burst into flames. Team Rocket shouted in pain, “Hot! Hot! Hot!” as bits and pieces of the robot started to break off.

Scorbunny tried to run and dodge all of the falling debris, only to trip and fall. He turned and saw his foot was caught in the trap Team Rocket made. Oliver gasped seeing Scorbunny trapped as Team Rocket’s mecha was ready to blow.

“Scorbunny!” Oliver yelled.

Scorbunny struggled to break free. Team Rocket’s machine started to spark and blow smoke.

“If we don’t hurry, Scorbunny is going to get caught in the blast!” Wiatt exclaimed.

Oliver frantically thought of what to do, and his eyes widened as an idea came to mind. He went into his fanny pack and took out an unused Pokeball, “Okay, go Pokeball!” Oliver yelled as he threw the Pokeball towards Scorbunny. The Pokeball hits Scorbunny and opens, putting the fire-type inside as Team Rocket’s machine exploded. The Dream Quartet braced themselves from the blast.

Team Rocket now charred and defeated were being blasted to the sky. “Team Rocket’s blasting off again!” They yelled as they blasted off into the sky as a star twinkled.

The blast finally cleared away, and the Dream Quartet uncovered their eyes and looked up from the smoke. “Everyone okay?” Lewis asked.

“I'm fine.” Sara replied.

“Same here.” Wiatt added.

Lewis and his friends turned to Oliver, who stared at the Pokeball shaking on the ground. His friends faced the Pokeball too as a click was heard, successfully capturing Scorbunny. 

Oliver was surprised and went over to the Pokeball. He picked it up and gave a smile. Oliver threw the Pokeball in the air, “come on out!” 

The Pokeball opened and Scorbunny came out. He looked around, shocked he didn’t blow up into smithereens or blast off with Team Rocket.

“Are you okay, Scorbunny?” Oliver asked, concerned for the fire-type.

“Scorbunny?” Scorbunny asked. The fire-type looked at the taller boy and saw his expression. The Rabbit Pokemon looked at himself and saw not a scratch on him, which made him smile and put his paws on his hips proudly. “Scorbunny!”

Oliver sighed, seeing Scorbunny was okay. “Thank goodness.” He said. He walked closer and kneeled to the fire-type’s level. “That was cool what you did there.”

“Scorbun?” Scorbunny asked, tilting his head confused.

“Saving the Pokemon and stopping Team Rocket. You’re a troublemaker, but you're not a bad Pokemon.” 

Scorbunny’s eyes widened and teared up at the words Oliver said to him. He sniffled and wiped his eyes as Scorbunny jumped into Oliver’s arms calling out to him.

Oliver caught him and hugged the fire-type tight. He chuckled before letting go, “we’re going to be a great team.”

“Scorbunny!” Scorbunny exclaimed. However, his stomach started to rumble, causing him to laugh in embarrassment.

Oliver chuckled, “guess you're getting hungry?” He asked.

Scorbunny nodded in reply as his stomach rumbled again, making him embarrassed.

“Well we better head back to your house Lewis.” Oliver said, turning to his friend.

Lewis nodded, “luckily, we got all the ingredients needed and my mom started cooking when we left.” He explained. “It should be done now.”

“Well what are we waiting for?” Sara asked. “Come on, let’s eat!”

The group got excited as they ran to Lewis’s house to enjoy their late lunch. Upon arriving to the house, the smell of curry filled the room as Lewis and his mother cooked the meal together. Other than the curry, there were also some side dishes like bread and vegetables. “It smells so good.” Sara commented.

“I can’t wait to taste it.” Wiatt said, his mouth drooling a bit over how good the food smelled.

Lewis chuckled, “it’s almost done darling.”

Wiatt, Sara Oliver, and their Pokémon got excited. Soon, the timer rang and Lewis smiled knowing the food was done.

“Alright. It’s ready!” Danica exclaimed.

She turned off the heat and then put curry on a few plates with some rice. Lewis and his mom served everyone their plate, and for their Pokémon, special bowls of curry for them to try. Lewis’s friends eyes sparkled and widened at how good the food looked, and were excited to try it.

Lewis sat down between Wiatt and Sara and scooped up some curry in a spoon. “Well, dig in guys.” He said, as he took a bite.

Wiatt, Sara, and Oliver each took a bite of the curry, as did their Pokemon. However, as they kept eating, the trio started to sweat as their faces turned red. “H-Hot.” Wiatt coughed out.

Lewis who swallowed his didn’t feel the heat kick in, “it doesn’t taste that hot, darling.” He said, eating more.

“I-It’s not!” Sara coughed out. “This thing is burning my mouth!”

The group’s Pokemon except Oddity and Scorbunny were in pain from how spicy the curry was.

Danica took a bite out of the curry and chuckled as her face turned a bit red. “It’s spicy, but it actually tastes good.” She commented.

“H-How is it so…spicy?” Oliver asked, as he struggled to swallow the curry. He then heard a chuckle and looked down at Scorbunny, who ate the curry like it was nothing. Oliver glared, “Scorbunny, did you do something with the curry?”

Scorbunny smirked and pulled out a Tomato Berry.

“D-Did you add extra Tomato Berries to the curry?!” Oliver yelled.

“Scorbun.” Scorbunny replied, winking.

The group continued to cough and complain over how spicy the curry was, simultaneously scolding Scorbunny. The fire-type snickered as he took a big bite of his curry, and took joy thinking about how he would  enjoy his new life with his new friends.

[hoboblaidd]

How does Solas feel that "Dread Wolf take you" is an 'old Dalish curse'? Does he have a knee-jerk response to it when he first hears it/does it change over the course of his years out of uthenera? Did he hear about it during uthenera?

unprompted but always accepting | mythological edition

I imagine the first time someone said "May the Dread Wolf take you" his response was genuinely an exasperated, "to where??" Which he then says every time he hears it again for the next decade. That, or "why would the Dread Wolf want to take you anywhere?"

Tangent into his relationship with his myth time:

Solas really hates just about every part of the modern Dalish myths of him, because they're all Evanuris propaganda and erase everything the rebellion did/sacrificed. As well as the entire disgusting side of Elvhenan in general. The one thing that survived in tact was their slander of him, and it compounded by turning his just (if imperfect) imprisonment of the gods and the forgotten ones into some terrible crime.

I don't know how many Dalish elves he interacted with in the Fade. I feel like their legends properly warned them that if they see 'the Roamer of the Beyond', they should get the fuck away from it. I think it puzzled him that elvhen dreamers tended to see him and run in the opposite direction. He knew something was wrong, but frankly he was too exhausted to examine it all very critically. Especially because, if we go with your headcanon that up to the Exalted March the Dalish had a slightly more accurate picture of him, then it wasn't always so contentious. They'd be wary of him, as you would any trickster god, but it wasn't as vitriolic. I don't think he realized there was such a huge shift until he woke up.

So I think the first time he realized the magnitude of his legend and all the accompanying curses and customs, would've been with that first Dalish clan he reached out to after he woke up. Knowing him, while he was arguing to prove his identity he was also aggressively advocating for himself. After they beat his ass and he managed to get away, he looked into Dalish customs as best he could and everything was just insult on top of insult. He wasn't even a feared Forgotten One, whose names are otherwise forbidden. He's just this grasping, weasely creature who is hated far more than he's feared.

The only thing he doesn't hate is "fenhedis lasa." He says it himself. Dismissing Sera with 'suck my dick.' Iconic.

[zorishy]

Symphony of Gods and Dreamers (DSMP AU)

🟢 DSMP (sorry for bad grammar, this was mostly just me vomiting my ideas onto the post)

My DSMP au makes the world so much bigger and full of life than canon.

The arctic empire from SMP earth exists, hypixel is a whole kingdom, the bear SMP exists and that’s where Niki is from, the wreckage of tales from the SMP locations can be found in the woods, places from fanfics such as the blue valley are very important to the story. The story takes place over a much longer period of time, the L’Manberg revolution alone lasts several years! Dream is like 50! He was an adult before Wilbur was even born. Tommy and Tubbo had families before being adopted by Philza, but they were killed by Dream’s armies in their quest to conquer the world. Dream stole the revival book from Kristin decades ago.

Dream is a tyrant and a cult leader with armies and followers dedicated to his mission to control as much of the world as possible. The DreamSMP is a continent that Dream has discovered and, at the beginning of the events of the server, it has small townships spread around the woods that are full of people gathering resources for colonies. The original L’Manberg members were followers of Dream who had begun to question his power.

Las Nevadas is not just one street with some restaurants and a casino! It’s a massive fucking city with hundreds of thousands of citizens, they have communities and schools and farmer’s markets, It’s the first city in the SMP with paved roads! Snowchester is a cosy little college town up north surrounded by mountains. Students from schools in Snowchester and Las Nevadas go on field trips to L’Manberg and Eret’s castle. The center of the SMP is this huge historic town kept in top condition by volunteers dedicated to preserving the history of the land.

Kinoko Kingdom was built by natives of the SMP and can be found deep within the forest. The people of the kingdom have myths and legends of a time when dragons and demons and gods roamed the earth. When Sapnap showed up, being half demon, they worshipped him and made him their ruler.

There is an entire cult that worships DreamXD! every few hundred years XD selects a member of his cult to give godhood to (Techno, Foolish, and Callahan are amongst those selected). DreamXD is older than the universe itself and has witnessed the rise and fall of countless worlds. Several SMP members were gods in their past lives and knew XD personally (some relationships were more positive than others). That’s why XD is so infatuated with George and so hateful of Bbh.

Characters like Puffy, Antfrost, and Sam are just single individuals who are members of entire original species. Ranboo was born a prince in the end but his people were driven out. The nether was accidentally discovered by cultists and legend says that’s where the demons came from.

My vision of the SMP has grown far beyond a Minecraft roleplay. I wish I could tell you everything but that would take way too long to write. For now I’m just focusing on Wilbur and the other bursonas. I can’t possibly talk about every single character and that makes me mad. Maybe in the future I will go into more detail on sbi and DreamXD.

[ladyjuquia]

sorry if this is a bit invasive, but im just curious, I was wondering what made you like Tristan so much? also, which one did you like first, the one from fgo or the one from the original myths.

Hopefully this doesn't come off as rude or anything cause I'm not trying to be! if it does I'm sorry

Hey there! Thank you for your message! And don’t worry, it isn’t invasive at all! I get this Question actually quite often, haha!

Why do I like Tristan this much?

- It all started when I had my first FGO Account. It was a JP Account and it was back then when the Camelot Chapter recently released and the Tristan Banner was out. I went in the Banner blindly since I didn’t knew how anything works, haha. Then after Tutorial I rolled and Tristan was the very first card I got. I remember this well because I was so excited, haha. I asked my friend back then who this is and when I heard it was Tristan I was like „From Tristan and Isolde?!“ it made me very excited, since I knew the Opera. The Story of Tristan and Isolde is quite popular here! With that, Tristan became my very first Servant. I call it „Fate“ (no pun intended, maybe). Over the years I focused on other characters more but Tristan always stayed one of my favourites until it grew stronger. That’s why in my Yumeshipping it’s also Friends to Lovers. A fateful summoning where they liked each other from the beginning but love bloomed only after a while! So the fact he was my first Servant also already did a lot. Sadly I don’t have the original first account not anymore. But he came back quickly as you see in my current accounts!

In general, I love Tristans whole personality and especially how natural he feels. He deals with lots of Trauma and Depression and while his „catchphrase“ is „I am so sad“ that’s not the only thing he is. He is silly and funny, serious and cool, gentle and caring. To me he is everything I love in a person. I feel comfortable thinking of him, it gives me so many warm feelings. I am a Dreamer by nature and Tristan feels like he always lived in my dreams. Also I love how much research was done in his writing! Many people would expect only Malory or Wagner, since they are the most popular. But in Tristans Writing you can recognise all the different tales and sources. I think Higashide wanted to handle Tristan like Joseph Bedier which I appreciate so much! He feels like a love letter to the legend! I love everything about him, his looks, his way of speaking, his fighting style, his personality, he is perfect for me, in my eyes.

Which one did you liked first, the one from FGO or the one from the original Myths?

- To be honest, FGO. While I was familiar with the Story I always saw „Tristan and Isolde“ as one Story and never thought much about the characters separately. FGO was the first one where I viewed Tristan as separate character, I am really grateful for that. Analysing Tristan in my free time became one of my hobby’s, weird as it sounds, haha. I just love reading the sources and writing my own thoughts all over again. It’s lots of fun! So I am grateful for FGO making me meet Tristan and how FGO treats Tristan not just as part of Isolde but as his own Character. I appreciate this so much.

Thank you once again for the message! It was so much fun to answer it! I hope you have a lovely day!

[impala-dreamer]

Hey I would like to participate in the Through His Eyes challenge. Could I do the prompt Once in a Lifetime or Misunderstandings if the first one is taken? Thank you!

Once in a Lifetime is all yours! Have fun! Can't wait to read :))

[sad-lullabee]

🌌 The 1820s Bohemians: Dreamers, Rebels, Revolutionaries 🌌

It’s wild to think that it all began around 200 years ago. The 1820s were a decade of upheaval and awakening—a period when artists, thinkers, and creators dared to break free from convention, pushing back against a rapidly industrializing world. This is where the seeds of the Bohemian lifestyle were planted, fueled by a need to slow down, to feel, and to live deeply.

🔥 Social Critique & Radical Ideas

The industrial era had arrived in full force, transforming lives but at a steep cost. Factory work, long hours, and dehumanization became the new normal. For Bohemians, this was the ultimate betrayal of human freedom and expression. They looked at these societal shifts with skepticism, voicing concerns over labor rights and the crushing effects of industrialization. Their response? A radical critique of a system that prioritized machines over souls, urging a return to simplicity, nature, and authenticity.

🎨 Romanticism: The Heartbeat of the Movement

Emotion, nature, individuality—this was the lifeblood of Romanticism, and 1820s Bohemians were the earliest adopters. Gone were the rigid, neoclassical standards; instead, artists embraced spontaneity and intensity. They craved a deeper connection to nature, seeing it as both mirror and muse—a canvas for their passions and dreams.

Their art became a celebration of love, beauty, and the human spirit, no longer tied to myths or heroic legends but rooted in personal experience. To the Bohemian, life itself was a work of art, meant to be lived as freely and beautifully as possible.

🖋️ Literature & the Search for Self

The 1820s saw a surge in writing that explored the depths of human experience. Think Lord Byron’s dark allure or Mary Shelley’s boundary-breaking Frankenstein—works that wrestled with complex identities, existential fears, and the power of the unknown. Literature became a playground for self-discovery, a place to ask, Who am I? What do I truly want?

In the words of thinkers like Rousseau and Kant, Bohemians found a philosophical foundation for their ideals. Rousseau spoke of the beauty of natural freedom and the chains of society, while Kant delved into the mysteries of perception, beauty, and the sublime. Their ideas pushed Bohemians to embrace personal freedom, question norms, and trust their own minds and hearts.

🕰️ Remnants of the Past, Echoes of Today

Looking back, it’s clear: the struggle remains. Even now, we wrestle with the demands of modern life, craving a slower, simpler, and more meaningful existence. Like the Bohemians of the 1820s, we long to push back—to reclaim our time, our nature, our selves. As Ted Kaczynski and others have highlighted, the need for balance, for a return to something more real, is timeless.

To be Bohemian is to seek a different rhythm—a choice to live on our own terms, where art and thought breathe freely.