#i’m writing lore

[ph0enix-12]

LORE TIME BABY

The blistering wind ascended into each of the five cages in a relentless swirl. The gods screamed in unison, the wind not only scorcing them but also taking away a little more of what energy they had left.

Reaper, the oldest god was already on his knees, clinging on the bars of his rusty cage, the wind hauled with a minute intervall each: just enough for them to almost recover from the previous blow. Error, on the left was somehow still standing with shaking knees, blowing curses to anything possible. Dream, on the other side of Reaper layed on the scorcing ground of her prison, the wind blowing into her back and making her yell in pain, she was too drained to even raise to at least her feet to stop the burning of her back. Ink wasnt fairing much better, on her knees with her head low as she grunted in pain as well. Nightmare kept his screams of agony in, holding onto the cage for dear life as he tried not to do the same as his sister.

The god of death and life looked around the ritualistic styled room their cages where kept in, trying to think of a way out. He looked to his unfortunate companions...every one of them looked miserable. Mostly, he was worried about Dream, the way her back was being burned could not be good. It seemed the Titans knew what they were doing by separating the twins. Making them weaker both physically and mentally.

Nightmare reached toward his sister out of the cage, "sister! Please-" another yell in unison from the wind erupted from them, "-please at least rise!" He panted exasperated, pleading with her. Dream groaned in pain as a response. "OI SHITHEADS!" Error yelled into nothing "SHES GOING TO DIE IF YOU DO NOTHING!" His rage was clear as day, almost covering the urgency of his tone, yet no one came to even check on poor Dream.

(Also thank you Apple for helping me out a bit)

[foldingfittedsheets]

Most parents I think worry or wonder when their kid might finally start repeating swear words they hear. The tale of my initiation into the world of cursing was the subject of family lore however.

First, to set the scene, my nana spent a lot of time with me when I was young. She lived with us briefly and I firmly cemented my place as number one favorite grandchild by climbing up into her attic room to cuddle on the regular.

She’d take me on errands and watch me when my parents were at work. She even once lured me away when she ran into my dad watching me at a store. She didn’t think he was keeping a close enough eye and called me over to her a few aisles away.

I happily complied since I loved and recognized her, then we watched my dad for several minutes before he finally looked down, saw me missing, and panicked. “That’ll teach you to keep a better eye on her!” My nana scolded him, convinced that every babynapper was slavering for her precious redheaded grandbaby.

So one day my mom had me in the car. We were driving along and from my back seat I chirped, “Can we play pretend?”

My mom smiled, imagining I’d start narrating some silly adventure or something. “Sure.”

“Shit shit SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

My mom sat stunned in the front seat, baffled momentarily by the stream of cursing.

After careful questioning it was pretty obvious what had happened. My nana had sworn up a storm in front of me but didn’t want to come clean about it to my parents when I started repeating it. She’d instead invented a fun game and the rules were that I could only curse when we were playing our special pretend game.

My mom was furious, and my nana got a sound dressing down both for the cursing but more importantly for the lying.

My favorite time telling this story though was to a girl in high school. She listened with wide eyes then asked, “Did your mom fire her?”

“What?”

“Your nana? Did she get fired?”

“My…. Grandmother? Did my mom fire my grandmother??”

“Ohhhhh. Not the nanny then.”

[swordy-da-goat]

Here’s my DnD character, Milk Bucket, a human skeleton artificer (battlesmith) whose steel defender is a 4-4-0 Standard Gauge Forney. A steam locomotive engineer cursed into a skeleton and craves for any calcium high foods (like milk).

The best character I have ever made.

Edit: The loco got the wheel configuration updated.

[shawsimmer]

probably the messiest save i have, but enjoy some of the wholesome moments!!

[the-meme-monarch]

smiiiles i’m writing a dandys world fic. frowns. yes it is about arthur and delilah

[aj-thegreatest]

Why Persephone and Minthe are (or could've been) Perfect Foils:

I’m starting this off with 3 things: 1) This’ll be less of an essay and more of a ramble, so apologies if this is messy! 2) I’m framing this as a “what if this was written in a non misogynistic way,” and less(?) based on canon. And 3) If an essay like this already exists…oops!

Ok. So we can all generally agree that Persephone and Minthe, as love rivals, function as foils for each other. Persephone is the sweet, young, and naive girl who doesn’t know what sex is. Minthe is the mature, sexy, and stone cold older woman who’s too sexually active. 

They both villainize and hurt each other, ignoring the man who’s actually perpetuating their suffering. The story makes it seem like they’re completely opposed characters, with Persephone being the “better” one. And to an extent, that’s true. 

But I think we could dive deeper! And away from Hades! Because he sucks!

If we compare Persephone and Minthe’s lives and how they view each other, you could make a strong case for them being foils. It’d honestly be brilliant if they reconciled in a meaningful way, BUT-

Let’s start with the basics: while Persephone grew up with an attentive mother, Minthe grew up largely ignored by hers. Persephone grew up around a supportive community, with most of her needs met. And while we only see a peek into Minthe’s childhood, it can be inferred those needs were not easily met. Minthe had to provide for herself, shown by her jobs before Underworld Corp. 

Meanwhile, a lot of Persephone’s opportunities were “handed” to her. Artemis offers to let Persephone stay with her. She gets inducted into TGOEM without any trouble. Demeter most likely is paying for her schooling. She gets placed in Underworld Corp, despite having no experience (and out of her control. Hera what the hell). And gets paid for her internship, something she gets because of her relationship with Hades.

Minthe has continually worked for everything. Persephone hasn’t worked for any of the stuff she gets. But she wants to! Persephone so badly wants to be independent. She dreams of living on her own, dressing the way she wants, being in a relationship. And who is the first being she sees that represents all of it for her?

Minthe is the physical manifestation of everything Persephone wants to be. It’s also why she dresses like her in later seasons. And Minthe is clearly jealous of Persephone. Is it because she’s flirting with Hades? To some extent, yes. But Minthe also feels Persephone is better than her. She’s the sweet goddess who everyone loves, especially Hades’ trusted allies (Hera, Hecate, etc). 

I think if they got to know each other, they’d be envious of what the other had. Minthe would love to have a mother like Demeter: someone who took care of her and gave her what she needed. She needs a support system and people to rely on. Not a toxic friend who prays on her downfall (Thetis what the hell). 

Persephone wants a mother who won’t hover over her. Control of her life, freedom, and the ability to be her true self. Wear whatever she wants. She doesn’t want to be the kind, sweet girl all the time. She wants to have sex! After marriage apparently because uh…yeah. 

A brief deviation: Even their aesthetics are contrasts. Persephone wears white and pink, while Minthe wears reds and blacks. Minthe’s clothes are revealing and conventionally sexy. Persephone’s are cute and conventionally girly. 

Both Minthe and Persephone are stuck in roles that feel inescapable. Which are enforced by Hades, the narrative, and the fandom (at the time). Something something Madonna Whore Complex.

In an ideal story, where they equally like all the women, Minthe and Persephone would’ve reconciled. Come to some understanding of the other and grow as a result. But…that doesn’t happen. 

Really, they just switch places. Minthe becomes accepted in the Mortal Realm. She gets all the support Persephone had. While Persephone gets all the glitz and glam Minthe supposedly had. It all works out! 

…I mean, not really but-

Like Minthe barely gets mentioned at the very end. Persephone spends most of it stressed, hated by her citizens. All the things Minthe feared at the start!

But then she gets her happy ending. Isn’t this great? The character who wanted independence from her mother and everyone, ends up stuck in a marriage without truly finding herself. And with kids we, the audience, don’t know if she wanted? 

All that matters is Hades wants kids. So Persephone needs to have them. Hades wants to break up with Minthe, so she gets planted and moves from his realm. Funny how everything works out for him, right? 

This doesn’t really have an ending. All I can say is, I wish Minthe and Persephone had a chance to stand on their own. And to talk to each other without a man getting in the way…

…which is why you should read my fanfic, PomengranMints-

[slythereen]

i know we say it often but there is truly no beating the batshit crazy, could not make this up, absolute insanity of lestappen lore. wdym they’re about to start on the front row together on the anniversary of the inchident like what kind of fucked up coincidental magic is THAT

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

Aaaaaaagh I wanna write mechanisms fanfiction so bad!!!! I don’t know the character thoooo it’ll be so bad

[celestie0]

u bitches arent ready for when i drop the ihm gojo ex wife lore chapters i just prewrote some of those scenes and i am physically ill picturing him being so domestic w another woman like this

i fear my haters had a point 😂😂 /j

[qaze]

BOUND LORE SPOILERS 1/26

“It’s just another one to add to the pile!” SHERBERT AND VEN WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME???

[ph0enix-12]

Cross Peñaloza, first royal consort of the Third god and conquerer of the fourth region

(Don’t ask, I’m making some lore)

Cross is by Jakei

[bleue-flora]

Ok, I recently wrote an essay [here] talking about the definition and duties of civil engineering as well as the ethics because of the brain rot @swordfright gave me with calling Dream Sam’s ultimate engineering project. So, because I actually am a civil engineer I took it upon myself to design the title and summary of quantities sheets just like I do at work for roads but with Dream as the project instead. And in honor of angst day sponsored by @sixteenth-day-event, I figured I’d share it because I feel like it kinda works for the prison of the mind prompt.

“Sam’s “ultimate engineering project” he deemed too damaged like a bumpy road or crumbling building that wasn’t worthy of patching and filling in the cracks or reinforcing, that’s too eroded to be fixed and preserved. So, Sam strived to tear him down to the bedrock so he could remake, remold, and reengineer Dream according to his design for the common safety, public health and well-fair.”

{These are very similar to the actual sheets I make day to day, which I shall not share for the sake of doxing my location, but yea pretty much everything has a significance. Some of it doesn’t necessarily make sense but that was because I was more so taking inventory of what we see in lore (so you know I counted ;) lol)}

[cs-cabin-and-crew]

Me defending Lore and arguing that if he had actually been given a chance he could have gotten a whole redemption and even helped Data develop emotions naturally, and could have become one of the best written brother characters had the show writers not been cowards:

[gooseintime]

everyday I mourn that we didn’t get an empress time rift storybook

[vaultedoverthehorse]

“Curly, no.”

“C’mon, nobody’s gonna know, Ponyboy!”

Ponyboy stared at the teenager outside his window, exasperated. The feeling of the splintering window frame beneath his hands has become familiar, as Curly has been here every night for two straight weeks. He makes an attempt to convince Pony to come join him, but it’s usually met with resistance from the Curtis boy. But he will admit, the exhilaration and freedom that came from Curly’s revels was worth it. Even if the night usually ended in Pony and Curly screaming at each other.

But his brothers had started to catch on that something was happening. They don’t like the Shepard kid, so they shut down Pony’s good times with him quickly.

“Look, I’m glad you’re out again after everything that happened. I really am.” Darry sighed s he lectured Pony. “But there’s better guys than Curly Shepard. Do you want to be put in the reformatory with him?”

Pony had begrudgingly conceded, but that didn’t mean Curly had.

“Ain’t it right that Darry works late every Saturday? An’ didn’t I just hear that the one an’ only Sodapop Curtis was out with some Soc? Nobody’s here to stop y’a. So jus’ come have fun for once.”

Pony groaned, looking desperately at his desk for a book to knock him out and decide for him. The cold wind seemed almost enticing tonight, as if everything wanted him to just climb out of this very window and run with the middle Shepard sibling. He tried to remember his oldest brother’s warning, but that wasn’t working tonight. Pony was restless.

“I’ll buy you a Pepsi. You hear that? Buy, not steal.”

Pony grinned at that comment. Curly buying someone something was a big deal. “I don’t believe you.”

But his legs were already swinging over the windowsill in preparation for him jumping down. As he let go, he heard Curly’s chuckle as Pony fell hard onto the ground. He never got better at the dismount.

Curly clapped Pony on the back as he brushed the coarse dirt off his pants. “That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!”

The two boys walked away from the Curtis home, talking animatedly about everything and nothing. Pony knew he had hell to pay if his brothers found out - but if was the key word.

[birdietrait]

have you seen her?