#long lore post

[solluxarts]

Drumrolls dramatically

and now the act youve all been waiting for...!!

this is Equinox's Narinder (she doesnt have her own name yet), The One Who Mourns. She is a brown hyena!

idk what exactly she did to her siblings yet, but of course it led to their injuries, and her in the afterlife. She didnt fight them on it, going willingly at first.

But surely she doesnt deserve to be there for the rest of eternity, right?

...Right?

When she and equinox meet, shes been mourning on her own for a while, growing both lonely and bitter

she saved him but she hadn't fully meant to... or even really knew shed done it at first, but decided to ask him for a favor, since he was already dead and here; She wants out of this eternal prison.

he agrees to help her, but on one condition: He wants revenge. lots of it. And while she doesnt want her siblings dead, they did destroy his entire village, and on top of that, they trapped her there...

so she agrees.

General cotl stuff ensues, building up of the cult in her name, killing bishops for his own benefit and to break the chains that bind her, etc etc. Its when we get to the actual freeing of the hyena god that things go bad...

While she never kept what he'd have to do from him... she didn't like,, think to tell him either. she genuinely just assumed that he knew, and that killing the bishops was a last wish of sorts... Equinox takes this as a full betrayal though, and ends up fighting her for his life.

A life that she was willing to figure out how to spare.

After he wins the fight, she continues to try and convince him that she wasnt trying to hide anything, that she didnt want him to die at all. But Equinox refused to listen to her.

Perhaps the death was fitting for the god.

[hizznbyte]

Y’know what. What the heck. Go my animals.

As promised, I come bearing the gift of OC lore

GO MY MASTERPOST!! THE ENTIRETY OF THE PERSONERI LORE EXPLAINED!!…

…poorly, by yours truly … Happy reading :3

The first thing I want to do is clarify what exactly this is all about:

PN is this personal little project I’ve been cooking up all about exploring identity, learning to heal and accept and embrace it, and ugly little cat fellas. Because you know me. And I deserve it I’ve been a good boy, haven’t you heard? It’ll either be in writing or art [as maybe a form of comic strips], short episodic stories that are comedy slash slice-of-life shtuff, but the main goal is kind of just figure myself out. Yeah it’s a little venty because of how personal it is but I s’pose that’s par for the course.

It follows the story of this.. quirky cast of colorful little characters [fragments of a single mind] as the world develops around them and they deal with each other’s BS. Every character has a unique personality, ideology, and role within the Mind Escape. More on that in a minute! These characters -with a few exceptions- are known as the PersoNeris [Abbreviated: PNs] . Obviously. They are like me but also… not. Does that make sense or am I talking crazy? [Uhhh in that case just think of the Inners from TWA. Or Inside Out but worse if you’re a normie]. The PersoNeris come into the world fully grown and knowledgeable, but are only truly effective after a process called “gaining sentience”. This is essentially their birthday. The PNs gain sentience when their expertise is called for, and will become active immediately. Once their work is over they will go dormant and act as any normal human would. They can’t die as they aren’t physically living, so anything they do is purely for recreational purposes. There’s also a subcategory of PNs called derivatives. They are separate entities that break off from an already existing PN in a process similar to cellular mitosis [ew] and take on most of the characteristics of the original, plus additional traits.

Anyways. All the characters live within the body. Also known as the host or the husk. Because this guy is just a walking corpse at this point. Wait… hey! That’s me!

The host is named Oleander. Like the flower. Physically a teenager, uses any and all pronouns, most aggressive case of resting btch face ever. Pretty quiet and somewhat jaded in all honesty. The body gets sick like A LOT. I don’t what the problem is the body just seems to never get better. Yeahhh… the body is a pain in the ass. We don’t ever actually see the host in the story, just mention of it. It acts less as a vehicle to be piloted from the inside and more as a… container for the PersoNeris. Which they deserve probably. Within the host’s brain is the Mind Escape [mentioned earlier. It’s a play on the term mindscape.]

The Mind Escape is an urban cityscape made up of strings of binary code representing the host’s mental state. This code programs the design and function of the whole world. It’s pretty limited so there’s like an invisible border surrounding the area. The sky is more like a screen that cycles through various stages and conditions. It’s also color changing! The weather is entirely simulated but it seems to greatly affect their moods and condition, likely some sort of adaptation in response to physical circumstances. The Mind Escape resets every time the host goes to sleep, wherein the PN are given access to areas that were once restricted and they’re allowed free time till the Host eventually awakens.

The Mind Escape is broken up into four districts based on this one Indian proverb I heard in health class some time ago. I dunno. But there’s District One [Mental], District Two [Emotional], District Three [Social], and District Four [Physical]. There’s also an area debated in-universe as the fifth district [Spiritual] but the main guys don’t like that as anyone who actually lives there isn’t considered a PersoNeri. Yes I will elaborate soon enough. There’s also a large, circular dome area in the central point connecting each district but what it contains is a whole other story.

Around the Mind Escape you’ll find a buncha structures like skyscrapers and commercial/industrial buildings. However these serve no real function and are purely decorative. You can enter and explore them internally but they act as those fckin liminal spaces where you just cannot escape. There’s nothing in em anyways they’re always empty and lifeless. But they go on forever. These are known as Faux Facilities. The only buildings that actually work as they’re supposed to are the Living Library, MegaMart [it’s a mall], and housing for the PersoNeris themselves. Speaking of which…

Character intros go!

Nerium 🌺 [Also known as Neri, no known In-Code Alias]

Acting representative of D4 and primary control over the Host body… quite literally just the Host but as a cat-boy

Any/All pronouns [They/It preferred]

Assumed to be the same age as the Host

Form has a somewhat chubby build, lots of body hair, rather short for its age, big ol buggy eyes

Outfit primarily consists of an open oversized hoodie [some sort of bomber jacket or letterman seems to be preferred], long cargo pants, thick black glasses, floral or military camouflage pattern with some sort of null symbol [the circle with a line dashed through it] motif. Wardrobe may change occasionally

Alternative outfit [casual/indoors] consists of either a cat sweater and long floral pajama pants, or a graphic tee and shorts. Without the hijab, their hair is shoulder length, has little nubs for cat ears, slicked back and tied up high resembling the shape of a leaf.

Wears a hijab in a variety of colors [it’s based on vibe really]. Excess fabric draped down the back acts as a pseudo-tail. Similarly, two protrusions at the head act as pseudo-ears. Both work as normal and move independently. This goes for most if not all PersoNeri characters that wear a headscarf.

Interests include art, photography, botany, zoology, music, rhythm games, collecting toys, literature, poetry, and procrastinating

“Exposed nerve” [or the Hetalia hair string TM] is curled into the shape of a heart, resembling a plant sprout with leaves at the tip and when pulled, will cause them to go limp

Nerium is generally a lazy, chronically exhausted but empathetic and well-mannered little guy who tries their best but never gets all too far. He’s a little bit of an ass sometimes. Though they often don’t have the motivation due to burnout, they are very passionate and love to learn and explore. Extremely anxious, introverted, and socially inept until you get close enough to break its shield and become its friend! They can get competitive sometimes.

“ Okay , okay , listen ! We’ll get there when we get there . But we haven’t gotten there yet so DON’T GO THERE .! ”

[Note that each unique quote -indented like above- has a character specific typing quirk. For Neri, they often space out space out punctuation.]

Typewriter 📁 [Also known as Type, Slash SRS in-code]

D4 advisory and token straight-man, essentially just the Host but locked tf in

They/He pronouns

Assumed to be slightly older than the Host however range is unknown

Form has a broader build and darker tanned skin than the Host, slimmer eyes

Outfit primarily consists of a navy green [almost blue] military-esque uniform because I was suddenly struck with the military man propaganda beam someone save me, oh also the anarchy symbol / star motif because irony

Alternative outfit consists of a coat, suit, and fedora

Headscarf is generally longer and covers more of the face but is obscured by their hat and uniform. It’s tied into two at the back and one of the pseudo-ears is folded

Interests include history, geography, linguistics, religion, biology, mathematics, puzzles, and being an ass criticism

Expose nerve is curled into a spiral like shape and when pulled will cause them go through an internal system reboot, error 404 style

Typewriter is an observant, highly critical pessimist perfectionist who’s there to keep the Host on track! It’s not always effective but it’s the thought that counts right? They’re particularly nit-picky when it comes to Nerium’s behavior but as strict as they seem they are well meaning. They are a bit of a yapper and have quite the sharp tongue. Something of a chronic overachiever.

Nerium/Typewriter relations: Mutually find each other nuisances but hold some begrudging admiration for the other.

“ You Fail This And So Help Me You Will Die And Go To Hell. Do You Hear Me? ”

Krass 🎭 [Also known as Crass, Slash J in-code]

Professional class clown of D3

Basically the Host if he was an extrovert

She/He/They/Fella pronouns

Assumed age is unknown as data from observations fluctuates between Hosts age to half of Hosts age

Form is round. That’s kinda it

Outfit primarily consists of an asymmetrical, brightly colored clown-styled performing costume, striped birthday hat, and full face mask which serves as a pseudo face. It’s literally just the awesome face. Its uniform is very ruffley and light.

Headscarf is shorter and looser, not fully covering her front hair [which can be seen without the face mask]. It also lacks a pseudo-tail

Interests include comedy, puns, dark humor, sarcasm, internet memes, theatre, technology, literature, poetry, and lying for no reason spreading misinformation,

Exposed nerve is looped and when pulled, will cause it to cackle obnoxiously loud

Has a variety of laughs for all sorts of situations. There’s a lot. And they’re all annoying.

Krass is a bothersome, noisy, flat out idiotic clown, and they’re pretty proud about it! It’s the self awareness I think, that keeps em doing their job to the very fullest. On the outside, this fella seems very optimistic and happy-go-lucky, full of whimsy and joy, but it’s really just a mask for some insecurities that run deep. He uses humor as a coping mechanism, and actually has very low self-esteem, often making himself the butt of the joke. She has a crass sense of humor. Obviously. It can be kind of offensive and suggestive and lame. But she doesn’t do anything to intentionally hurt anyone. He’s also pretty clumsy, so.. slapstick comedy!

Nerium/Krass relations: Krass thinks Nerium needs to lighten up and be more physically active, Nerium finds Krass to be too noisy and energetic for their tastes but endearing in a way.

Typewriter/Krass relations: HATEHATEHATEHATEHATE-

“ BAHSJSKEN WHY did you BLOCK me on discord ALL I said was that I was gonna TOUCH YOU??!!! ”

Faith 🌑 [Also known as Fate, Slash NEG in-code]

One of two PN representatives of D2

Only active during the Hosts episodes, gaining sentience during the Hosts tween years and becoming more active as the years progressed. Exists as a shadow in back of the Host’s mind

She/It pronouns, very rarely He/Him

Assumed age is unknown. Fluctuates during activity and may regress/progress rapidly

Form is lankier, skinnier, appearing frail and weak and broken. Flesh is a patchwork of scars and is lighter in tone than the Host.

[Detailed appearance should be included in updated files]

Outfit primarily consists of a black tank-top and shorts. No glasses or hijab. No pseudo-ears

Interests include silence, attention, and poetry

Exposed nerve is crooked and bent and when pulled, will cause it to become violently sick

Fate is the manifestation of everything the Hosts hates about itself. It is a hideous monstrosity, an amalgamation of every negative trait there is to loathe. She is only ever used in a vent setting. She is never fully dormant even when its other half is active. She is most active during depressive, manic episodes. She is an intrusive thought. She is religious trauma. She is obscene and offensive. …HEY, somethings not right,, THIS is going too far!! WHO wrote this script??

Nerium/Faith relations: Faith wants to be acknowledged but Nerium refuses to look her in the eyes.

Typewriter/Faith relations: Faith wants to be recognized but Typewriter tells her to stay in her district and to shut up.

Krass/Faith relations: Together they are… the Dark Humor Squad!

“ …it doesn’t MATTER.. i don’t matter enough to earn your SYMPATHY… ”

Fazio 🌕 [Also known as Eff, Slash POS in-code]

One of two PN representatives of D2

A lingering presence in the back of the Host’s mind, however is less active than its negative counterpart

He/It pronouns, rarely She/Her

Assumed age is unknown, likely around the same as the Host

Form is chubbier and darker in tan compared to its negative counterpart

Outfit is inconsistent and always changing. Primary wardrobe includes a long white abaya overlayed with a suit-jacket [probably makes more sense when you actually see it. kinda hard to describe]

Headscarf reaches up to the chest, pseudo-ears and tail resemble more of a wild/big cat

Interests include music, dance, art, journaling, literature, the company of friends, and philosophy

Exposed nerve is curled forward with something like a bulb at the end, and when pulled, will cause it glow

Eff is the manifestation of everything the Host wants to love about itself. He is a shining ray of positivity! It is incredibly upbeat and happy-go-lucky, with a lot of love to give. While only ever used in a vent setting, its focus is on healing. He is the resident “caretaker” of its other half. Some may seem him as even more annoying than Krass, but he can’t be bothered to hold a grudge! Sometimes they unintentionally come off as passive aggressive due to their overwhelming positivity. His nickname is pronounced like [the letter] F, not “Eef”. Please stop messing it up.

Nerium/Fazio relations: Nerium is codependent on Eff to keep the host running without issue, which he reasonably points out is very unhealthy. However, they both have a lot of love to give and greatly appreciate the other.

Typewriter/Fazio relations: Typewriter is very grateful for the work Eff does within the host, but wishes he could tone down the energy.

Krass/Fazio relations: JOY TO THE WORLD!!

Faith/Fazio relations: “I can fix her” ass mf

“ YOU just have to trust me!! I can make it better again,, LET me fix it!! ”

Kidd 🐾 [Also known as Kibby or Squish, Slash LH in-code]

Resident wild animal of D1

One of the more… unexplainable parts of the Host and is not very recognized within PN society

Any/All pronouns -including and especially Neos

Assumed age is half that of the Hosts, but tends to fluctuate lower

Form is short, round, and bright. Can’t be explained better than a big fat cat

Outfit consists of long, oversized color block sweaters in bright oversaturated tones, that rainbow propellor hat thing because it’s funny as hell, shorts and cat paw socks. Maybe even a comically large lollipop for good measure

Headscarf is one of those one-piece children’s hijabs with two folded pseudo-ears

Interests include animals, dinosaurs, drawing and coloring, playing with touys and bideo games, singing and dancing, sleeping a lot, and eating an unhealthy amount of sugars

Exposed nerve is actually connected to the propeller on the hat, not its headscarf. When pulled it will cause it to start flying a few inches off the ground. LMAO

Kidd is basically the… kid who still believes they’re an animal and goes around the playground larping Warrior Cats. Because that’s what I used to do as a kid… save for the biting people. Kidd is both physically and mentally a child, and is thought to be the personification of age-regression / lost childhood innocence. Their appearance and behavior resemble a mix of a dog and cat, leaning heavily on the cat part like a kittydog which, if you know then ya know. But they act like a big baby with childhood innocence and whimsy. It also tries to be cute which can either come off as endearing or forced and grossly annoying. This is not to be mixed up with age-play by the way. Vocal stims include frequently meowing, barking, and going awawawa. Because they are so young, it requires a caretaker or guardian to mange them during dormancy. It goes solo when active, which is rarely. “Child support” is split up between Neri, Eff, and two other PNs revealed later.

Nerium/Kidd relations: Neri begrudgingly babysits Kidd and monitors them during activity. He thinks Kidd is kind of weird and dumb but so is everyone in this story so whaddaheck. Kidd smiles at them goofy

Typewriter/Kidd relations: Type doesn’t like them around when they work but occasionally lets them play with their typewriter. Kidd smiles at them goofy

Krass/Kidd relations: They used cause trouble and play video games together, but Krass lost “custody” of them a long time ago. They share a similar mentality. Kidd smiles at them goofy

Faith/Kidd relations: Kidd frowns at them goofy

Fazio/Kidd relations: Fazio acts as the primary caretaker of Kidd, and his nurturing nature helps Kidd grow slowly each day. Kidd smiles at them goofy

“ :33 i lovee playing with my touys. and drawingg and i like orange juicee ”

DERIVATIVE Nene 🌷 [Also known as Lili or Gardener]

A derivative of Nerium and one of two chairpersons in D4, resident botanist within the Mind Escape

One of the hosts alternative identities

They/It/She pronouns

Assumed age is slightly older than the host, form is the same

Outfit consists of a floral-pattern shirt dress, large sun hat adorned with a variety of flower species, gold jewelry, and a canvas apron. Headscarf is short and set back, though it isn’t worn often in preference of tying its hair back

Interests include biology, botany, entomology, zoology, anthropology, mythology, photography, literature, and painting

Exposed nerve is a little flower on a short stem and when pulled, will cause it to spit up flowers

Nene is the world’s biggest sweetheart! Though a little shy, they tend to yap a ton about their interests. They love their friends a bajillion, and have a ton of Polaroid pictures of company and scenery hung up at their place. Their place is also full plants hanging from the ceiling and pots around here and there… so be careful. They frequent the Living Library to research botany and other living sciences. Nene is also another one of Kidd’s guardians. They seem to prioritize aesthetics above all and LOVE to decorate things, especially with stickers. They do go outside a ton to tend to the garden and are kinda dirty and scratched up because of it sometimes, as well as have very sun tanned skin.

Nerium/Nene relations: As a derivative, Nene and its origin are very close and tend to work off each other.

Typewriter/Nene relations: They respect each other but Nene still has a lot to learn on work ethic which Typewriter lectures them over.

Krass/Nene relations: While somewhat annoying, Nene only sees Krass as background noise and not much else. They’re on okay terms, but Krass’ obnoxious self can be a cause for lots of anxiety.

Faith/Nene relations: Nene sometimes forgets she exists, and then gets hit by the whiplash of Faith going active

Fazio/Nene relations: Absolute joy. Joy for the whole world. They are very much alike. Sometimes Nene is intimidated by him tho.

Kidd/Nene relations: Nene is very good with children, so Kidd hangs out them often and is uncharacteristically careful with their belongings. Kidd smiles at them goofy.

“ *These trees are for bearing fruit, not hanging, dear sir. *Please put that away, I want my mangoes. ”

DERIVATIVE Osman 🎖️ [Also known as Suleiman or Captain]

A derivative of Nerium and one of two chairpersons in D4, commander of the Mind Escape and resident narcissist

One of the hosts alternative identities

It/They/He pronouns

Assumed age is slightly older than the host, form is slightly more muscular

Outfit consists of… well it’s hard to explain but think of Type’s military style uniform and make it fancier / flashier. Because I do not have words to describe the kinda shit this guy wears but it’s pirate inspired. All I’ll say. Headscarf is wrapped up turban style with pointy, lynx-like ears.

Interests include philosophy, art, music, theology, geography, history, traveling, photography, cool crystals and gems, and bossing people around being absolutely based

Exposed nerve is just a long string that drags down and curls inward and when pulled, will cause it to swing its arms rapidly

Osman is a charming, easygoing egoist you can’t help but adore. His words, not mine. Despite being rather self-centered, it doesn’t mean it lacks empathy. Or does it? It seems it’s always up to help its friends… for a price of course. Like Typewriter, Osman is authoritative and commanding, a born leader ever since they came into sentience. The only thing that separates them is how seriously they take work. To which Osman doesn’t. Until it’s a minute past the deadline. They LOVE sparkly shiny things, and often resists the urge to act like a kleptomaniac. It can really harbor grudges when it assumes it’s been.. disrespected. It does not take well to criticism because obviously, he can’t do anything wrong! And when it has to face the truth? It starts to cry!

Nerium/Osman relations: As a derivative, Nerium treats Osman with a little more leniency for their eccentric behavior. While they usually work off each other, the Captain seems to take charge.

Typewriter/Osman relations: They have a small, petty rivalry based on their differences, but ultimately come together like some messed up militia.

Krass/Osman relations: Osman assures Krass they’re very funny, which is a lie because he’s much funnier.

Faith/Osman relations: He’s one of the few that will acknowledge her existence, but tries the hardest to tune her out.

Fazio/Osman relations: Despite both seeming to be a little alike, Fazio actually manages to piss Osman off a lot.

Kidd/Osman relations: Osman is another one of Kidd’s guardians, and they act very competitive towards each other

Nene/Osman relations: they kiss with tongue trust me vro

“ LOSERS! Breathe if you like !me, and die if you’re mediocre …Why are you all turning purple? ”

Derivative Null 🩸 [Also known as Teri or Suiciduo!Neri]

A derivative of Nerium, head of Operation “Kill-Switch” and resident hyper-suicidal maniac number one opp

Probably shouldn’t be allowed to go active but it kinda does sometimes we don’t know

Who/Whom? pronouns… nah I’m playing It/Its

Assumed age and form is the same as the host, just slightly bulkier. It’s also got sharp canine teeth that resemble vampire fangs… they are retractable.

Outfit consists of a black turtleneck, windbreaker jacket, boots, and a lotta belts and chains. Sometimes wears a face mask and collar. It has a tongue piercing that looks like a gun bullet. No headscarf it’s just a hoodie with pseudo-ears and a belt for the pseudo-tail. Underneath the hoodie is some sort of fungal plant growth.

Interests include fuck all. We think

Exposed nerve curls around resembling a halo and when pulled, will cause it to detonate like a BOMB. Only to recover once again.

Null stands for nothing. Seriously! It has no value! Well okay, there is ONE thing it wants.

Operation Kill-Switch. When the going gets tough, go for self destruction! Null really is an anomaly, seemingly gaining sentience for no reason and even without Nerium’s knowledge! It doesn’t inhabit any one district, instead wandering aimlessly like a nomad. There’s something so strange about that one. Mysteriously, it sits and watches, sometimes barging in to become active and leaving without a word. It’s hard to tell for sure, but it does seem to enjoy history, technology, explosives, and masochism.

How can one kill if one cannot die?_Interesting…

Nerium/Null relations: _Well aren’t you a doll?_Isn’t that right darling?

Typewriter/Null relations: Do you cower?_

Krass/Null relations: Get out of my head*get out of my head

Faith/Null relations: THEY ARE NOT TO BE STATIONED ANYWHERE NEAR EACH OTHER. IT IS PROHIBITED FROM BEING IN HER VICINITY. DO NOT LET BOTH GO ACTIVE, BAD THINGS HAPPEN!!

Fazio/Null relations: _I should definitely kill you first

Kidd/Null relations: _What the fuck?..

Nene/Null relations: When the angel’s trumpet blows_will you stay for them?

Osman/Null relations: _That’s right boss_I could play this game forever…

Polaris/Null relations: Two halves of a Suiciduo

“ _Dying this way*I’m bored of it all_God*Have I disappointed you yet?_Just like that then…You good for nothing animals_! ”

…

I think that’s it. That’s… most of them at least…

I’M FINALLY FREE?!

…Yep, that’s the bulk of it at least! There are some more minor characters, including the “Non-PN” but I really don’t wanna test Tumblr’s text limit on that. Besides, they aren’t all THAT important. And whew, this was an exhausting post to write. I figured I could be quick and get it out in a day but there was WAYYYY to much I had to get done, damnit. Oh, my kids! My beloved children of my brain!! I spent all this time for you! How long has it been? I’ve been writing this post in between school hours.

Here’s some PN trivia, I guess: Every character, with the exception of Kidd, goes by a nickname that happens to be one of the many aliases I used online. And I have a ton of em. I am a man of many names you know… Anyways. Because I treat the PN like original characters rather than extensions of me [with the exception of Nerium because they’re my persona and self insert basically], they are very shippable. As in, you can pair em up and make em kiss. Hell yeah. I’m personally fan of TextFlower [Neri/Type], PerfectParty [Type/Krass], BruisedEgo [Neri/Null], Osman/Nene, Fazio/Faith, and Type/Osman. Sorry. I’m going crazy. Speak of pairings though, the PN are not only separated by district but by seating groups. Essentially the classic highschool friend group cliche. Nerium, Typewriter, and Krass form the Head Front. Fazio, Faith, and Kidd form the Mind Back. Osman, Nene, and Null play Middle Ground. Why is this relevant? Because it plays into each characters relationships and the entire Host/PN system dynamic. More about that in the future.

Did you know Typewriter has an unhealthy attraction to vintage objects? No, because I just told you. They own one of those manual, portable kind of typewriters in wood brown and they treat it like a living being. They even named it Printcess. Like Princess + Print? Get it? I am very funny I know. Nene adores bugs and insects and usually picks up a few she stumbles upon when gardening. Osman is terrified to death of bugs. They’re also super scared of deep bodies of water, so there goes the pirate dream I guess. Null seems to have a thing for chains and cuffs. Which is like. Okay I guess. Freak. Activity during working/school hours is almost always copilot, meaning primarily Neri and Type are active during the day. The PN CAN get tired of being active, and usually have the option of stepping down and giving control to any other character, but sometimes when the body is locked in they’re kinda forced to work their ass off. This is almost always the case with Typewriter. Sorry bro.

[Scratches head] I don’t have any other trivia sorry. I’m tired. I will update when I remember more. Anyways. Thank you for reading your patience is so appreciated I’m giving you all a little kiss on the forehead. Thank you. These characters mean a lot to me as someone who struggles with their mental health. And while I wouldn’t compare it to any identity disorders like DID or OSDD [which I am not diagnosed with], I can definitely understand how my story might read that way and if it helps anyone who does have it, then that’s great! They really are a journey to create and build from the ground up.

As for Blood Magic-Verse… I’m making a separate post addressing what happened to them, don’t worry. Even if it takes a bajillion years to write. I love all my children equally trust I don’t pick favorites. Again, thank you for reading I have NO idea how to end this but it’s..been fun I think. Okay! Bye!

[canisalbus]

ive been ill and feverish for several days and ive been scrolling your account for likean hour trying to find that one post of little baby machete eating freshly baked bread beccause i wanted to cry over it but i couldn't find it. anyway please draw more little baby machete he is so soft and litle. the baby. i love your shading he is a small little airbrushed tissue baby

The original bread post is here!

Here's a little compilation, arranged in chronological order. I hope you feel better soon!

Edit: Actually I think the following should be included in this set, even at the cost of making the post insufferably long.

[umblrspectrum]

i love learning cursive just to write text for exactly one character

[lylahammar]

Randomly thinkin about Chilchuck today, and how he tries sooooo hard to self sabotage

like for example, other half foots on the island think that he's a greedy asshole who only cares about money, and he does nothing to try to disprove that

but then there's this omake at the end of book 9 that shows that people treat half foots fucking TERRIBLY and chilchuck started a union to protect them

and then in the bicorn chapter, he doesn't want Marcille to keep digging into his personal business so he tells her he CHEATED ON HIS WIFE

but he just COMPLETELY fuckin lied about that and made himself sound so much worse than he is bc he's afraid of being vulnerable with people and would rather everyone believes he's a shitty person so he can keep them at a distance

and the thing that's memed so often is that he refuses to help with fighting most of the time because it's not part of his contract

but if you take this lore into account (not gonna add those particular images to this post simply bc I've used them in so many posts already LMAO) along with this tidbit from the world guide:

then it's like. yeah he has to keep his weight low so if he gets killed or severely injured and has to be healed, that could be really dangerous for him. and even if he was healed at that point he'd end up being a burden to the party after that point, he would be too dangerously thin/sickly to be able to help.

Like, Chilchuck has so many things about him that APPEAR to be character flaws, but every single one of them has a very reasonable explanation. He just leans into the mischaracterization bc he's emotionally withholding and can handle people thinking he's an asshole more than he can handle opening up to anyone. he's such a well thought out and interesting character

[tojisun]

flashing images

saja boys’ your idol and its theme of hands [x]

[mythboundcal]

The Garden Doesn’t Know She’s Gone Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Fanfic by MythboundCal

Zelda’s garden doesn’t know she’s gone.

It still blooms like she’ll be back any second—like the sunflowers haven’t noticed she stopped humming to them, like the lavender didn’t watch her vanish into light.

Link stands at the gate. The wood is soft with age, half-swallowed by ivy. The watering can rests exactly where she left it in Hateno. Rusting. Waiting.

He doesn’t touch it.

Not out of neglect.

Just… fear.

That if he waters the garden, it might forget her—that its roots will stop searching for her footsteps, its blossoms will stop blooming in her colors.

So he lets it grow wild.

The basil climbs the wrong wall. The squash vines curl over the porch. The chimes still sing when the wind hits just right, a song no one ever wrote down.

And her gloves still hang on a bent nail by the shed. One turned inside out. He doesn’t fix it.

Somewhere beneath the soil are seeds she never named. He won’t dig for them. If they bloom, they bloom. If they don’t… he’ll wait with them.

Today, he sits. The Master Sword leans nearby, but he doesn’t reach for it.

The porch creaks under his weight. He watches the marigolds twitch in the breeze, reaching for hands that never come.

The villagers don’t ask anymore. He’s glad.

Because how do you explain a wound that grows flowers?

Even now, he hears her voice on the air—light, scolding, fond. “Don’t overwater the rosemary, Link. It hates being fussed over.”

He doesn’t answer.

Just lets the wind rustle the leaves. Lets the garden carry the silence.

And when a white lily opens—out of season, out of place—he doesn’t wonder how.

The garden remembers.

So he doesn’t have to.

[oddfamiliar]

..what's thomas?

Oh boy, I get to chaotically stumble in trying to explain PNG dragon game meme history, bear with me.

So back in 2021, Flight Rising had a site event called Dustcarve Dig which eventually led to the reveal of a new modern dragon breed, the Obelisk (modern dragon releases are bigger events than ancient dragon releases which drop every 6 months or so but we don't have time for that ‐). In the meantime, a joke started that we would instead find humans, which led to this historic post/image

One mockup of a stock model in a suit led to an icon

Anyways, the joke popped off and eventually led to the main site forums, and before the irony could turn into actual sincere desire for humans to be added to the site, the mods had to make it clear

Lore-wise and site-wise, humans will never exist in Sornieth (if you don't count the bipedal species that lived during the Second Age, but they all died when their magical nuclear reactor blew up and we don'thave time for this –), with the closest things we'll get being the beastclans that have human characteristics (centaurs, maren, harpies, etc).

But we still live in hope

So it's become tradition at this point to say that every anniversary or site event, they'll finally drop Thomas and make him canon

Pretty sure I mucked up some info, so other FR users feel free to correct me or mention stuff I forgot

Anyways, Thomas 💖

[keferon]

Monster hunter au Part 5

Keep in mind that what Ratchet hears in the last pages are rumors, and rumors are known to distort the truth. But of course Ratchet can't know exactly what's been distorted

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[owlbearwildshape]

I'm so used to when you use a companion to speak to another companion at camp it automatically switching to the player that I wasn't expecting this (think it's supposed to be triggered in act 2)

[lazylittledragon]

relocating

(psst this is not on webtoon but it has its own ig now)

[tevinter]

Veilguard fails to realise that for those who believe, faith is stronger than anything, even facts.

Right in the beginning of Veilguard all the Dalish/veil jumpers are so nonchalant and against their gods returning, as if they were convinced offscreen that their whole faith was based on a lie (even though they all still wear vallaslin) and their gods were Evil™. This, again, fails to consider that the vast majority of the Dalish would either not believe or not care because it's their religion, their faith.

Morally ambiguous gods exist in real life religions too and it didn't stop people from believing in them. Divine morality transcends mortal understanding, so their actions are always rightful. This also leads to the concept of a 'god-fearing' person - even the term used (θεοσεβής) can mean both respect and fear. Mortals are humbled by the gods' power and greatness, and willfully submit to their divine authority.

You needn't go further than the goddamn Bible itself to see countless examples of unethical things that God did/supported including legitimization of slavery and punishment (Exodus 21:20-21 “Anyone who beats their male or female slave with a rod must be punished if the slave dies as a direct result, but they are not to be punished if the slave recovers after a day or two, since the slave is their property." is one unhinged example), cannibalism, many kinds of violence, war, and of course, genocide, one of which was literally the deliberate destruction of nearly all humanity and living creatures on earth. The god of the most widely practiced religion in the world for millenia. Ask a devout Christian if they would stop believing in God just because 'um actually he is bad'.

Mystery is also a great aspect of religion, which also makes it an excellent worldbuilding element for writers. Mystery adds to the immersion because just like the characters, we don’t know everything except the beliefs and unanswered questions. And we're not supposed to, because this is how religion works in real life, where faith is about belief rather than what’s fully understood. It makes the story feel more real and engaging. Professional writers - of a AAA title no less - should know this.

Religion was one of the greatest themes in all previous games, especially Andrastianism and the Elven pantheon. Reducing it all to 'the Evanuris did it' is disappointing to say the least, and even if it was the truth that only the writers knew, they should have kept it that way, or at least some of the mystery. It adds immersion, drama, nuance, it encourages thought and discussion. For all Veilguard failed in the 'show, don't tell' rule, in this case this is too much exposure, and not even done in a good way. ''Religion is fake, so now everyone's atheist or unfazed. Oh, except for one (1) person who is mildly upset'' is not how faith works, especially in a setting so religious as Thedas.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Might I inquire as to what, precisely, a Mustain't is? (Aside from a string of letters I hesitate to Google in that order.)

In October 2014 I went on a road-trip to the Driest Place In America.

I was having a rough year, very depressed from having dropped out of college for the third time. I decided a road trip was in order to re-set my brain and get a little distance. Being that it was October, and therefore all the campgrounds in the American Southwest were filled with people who have the good sense to camp in reasonable temperatures, I elected to take my parent's minivan so I could car-camp anywhere suitably isolated, and looked up some of the southwest's geographic extremes- the highest place I could drive to (Pikes Peak), the lowest place (Badwater Basin), and for fun, the Dryest Place in the continental US, which turned out to be the Pinacate Volcanic field just west of Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument. It gets rain maybe twice a century and has no standing water, despite being less than 100 miles from the gulf of California.

It's a startlingly beautiful and alien place. The ground is a deep chocolate brown to black volcanic sand, and in mid October, the rabbit brush is turning bright yellow as it shifts to autumn, the organ pipe cacti are a dark green and stand, partially concealed in the brush at exactly human height. The air is alive with birds and insects and bats at night. The stargazing is like looking into the eyes of God.

You get there by driving down a little dirt road called "El Camino Del Diablo", or "The Devil's Road".

I drove out about three hours from Glendale, AZ to get there, arriving at sunset, and felt a profound sense of peace. I stargazed, listening to the bats hunt and sing, and slept peacefully for the first time in months.

I stayed out there for three days, sketching and painting the landscape, taking strolls through this almost alien landscape, and enjoying the light and sound and total absence of human intrusion besides myself.

On the fourth night, it was a new moon, and I awoke in the middle of the night. Something was amiss, and it took me a while to realize it was because I could NOT hear the bats. I was sleeping inside the van with the rear windows rolled halfway down rather than trying to set up the tent, so I when I sat up, I looked out of the van's reflective windows to discover what at first appeared to be A Horse.

It was something between pale gray and bright white in the starlight, standing maybe a dozen feet from the van, sniffing curiously. It made sense- I was in the middle of mustang country and there was quite a bit of foliage in the area for it and it did look like a truly wild horse- lumpy where the bones were jutting out, dusty about the hooves and face.

I was instantly seized by the sort of paralytic fear Sleep paralysis is made of. I couldn't move. It wasn't quite looking at me because it couldn't quite see through the windshield into the shadowy into the shadowy interior, but I had the distinct impression that if I looked away, it would know, and get me.

I already had problems with horses. My beloved Aunt Helen's Prize mare tried to kill me on two separate occasions, and the year before I had to carry my sister-in-law backwards out of a slot canyon whilst reciting the Saint Crispin's Day Speech as loudly as possible to keep a mustang from trampling us to death.

This is approximately what it should have looked like:

Instead, it was... off. like trying to draw a horse from memory.

The waist tapered in.

The legs were slightly too long or the torso slightly too short, probably both.

The ears were Triangular.

The head wasn't quite right- Too narrow and the jaw wasn't heavy enough.

The tail was too long and arced unnaturally away from the body.

The neck arched.

The nostrils were too high and close

The mouth too long.

Whatever this is, a Mustang it Ain't.

I watched it from the back seat as it sniffed around the front of the van, curious with about the side mirrors. It moved around the van, nibbling experimentally on the front door handle. It came up to the side windows, sniffing like a dog, and it's breath didn't fog up the glass.

Finally, it came up to the rear window, which was rolled halfway down to let the fall night air in. Not even half a pane of glass and two feet of air between us, and I could clearly see it's bright blue eyes.

Horses have Elongated pupils to give them a wide field of vision, and eyes that rotate sideways in their sockets so the pupil remains parallel to the ground. Rather creepy to watch, especially the ones with blue eyes.

A real horse that was curious about the interior of the van would have come up to the window more or less sideways, and looked at me with something like this:

Instead, the damn thing walked up and faced the back window head on, staring back at me with this:

I'm not sure how long we watched each other like that, eyes locked. My eyes burned. I couldn't blink. My mouth was dry. I couldn't swallow. My throat began to ache. I couldn't make a sound. My skin began to twitch, like I was severely dehydrated. I couldn't move. My lungs burned. I couldn't move. I couldn't move. I couldn't move. I couldn't move.

Something was touching the side of my hand on the seat next to me. It's my water bottle.

The realization must have broken the terrible paralysis in the lower parts of my brain first, because by the time I consciously realized I could move again, I was already flinging my water bottle out the window at it.

The top was open, and splashed out the window at the Mustain't.

I've never heard such a scream out of an animal. Something halfway between the sound of unquenchable rage vibrating in someone's chest and the way rabbits cry out to God when the dogs catch them.

It jumped back, pivoting away from the van, snarling at the water bottle. I don't think you're supposed to be able to see All of a horse's teeth at once, no matter how angry it is.

I watched it run into the night for some distance, it's pale body visible against the black sand and the dark gray shadow of the ancient volcanic cone it was headed for.

When the blood stopped pounding in my ears, I could hear the bats again.

I debated leaving right then, but I didn't want to get out of the van with that thing in the area, nor litter by leaving the water bottle out there. I also had the awful idea that if I left now, it might somehow be able to follow me home. I ended up staying up three hours to watch the sunrise, shaking and trying to figure out if I'd woken up from a vivid dream, if my meds had stopped working, or if that had really happened. I didn't dare move until I actually felt the temperature rise, before stepping out of the van to grab the bottle. I had my camera ready- I was still using a DSLR back then- to take pictures of the hoofprints, to show how close it had gotten to the van.

No hoofprints.

Beetle tracks in the soft sand around the van, and the clear foot-and-wing prints of a bird that had hopped around then taken off. But no hoofprints.

I went over the entire campsite with the tent broom, to make sure I removed every scrap of evidence I had ever been there, including my footprints, grabbed my water bottle, and drove the three hours back back to Glendale, then decided to do seven more hours of driving to Moab, Utah just to put more than 500 miles, the state line and at least nine things that could be considered "running water" between me and the Mustain't.

-

I still have that water bottle. It has a dent in the bottom from hitting something, but that could have happened at any time. Strange thing though. I can't drink that bottle dry. I'll have it on me, drink whatever I've put in there- water, juice, iced coffee- and eventually feel like I've drunk the whole think and that it's empty. But I open it up and it's still at least a quarter full. I drink that. I get thirsty. I open it up again. ...and there's always a mouthful left.

Not sure what the side effects of drinking from a bottle cursed by a Mustain't to always have some left are, but it lives in the Emergency Breakdown Kit in my car now, just in case I meet another one.

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[lightasthesun]

Comprehensive Lexicon Guide for First-Time SW Fic Readers:

Flimsi/Flimsiplast = Paper

Flimsiwork/Datawork = Paperwork

Stylus = Pen

Datapad = Tablet

Comlink/Comm = Communication Device/Phone

Binders = Handcuffs

Chronometer = Clock

Spectacles = Eyeglasses

Chrono = Watch

Conservator = Refrigerator

Caf = Coffee

Nerfburger = Hamburger

Blue milk = Milk (literally blue)

Hubba chips = French Fries

Sweet roll = Doughnut

Flatcakes = Pancakes

Tabac = Tobacco

HoloNet = World Wide Web

Holovision/HoloTV = Television

Holodrama/Holovids = Movie/Videos

Holocamera/Holocam = Camera

Holomap = three-dimensional map

Holojournal = Newspaper

Holocube = Picture frame

Holotable = Projector

Holoscanner = X-ray machine

Holojournalist = Reporter

Flatholo/Holograph = Photograph

Sonic Damper = Active Noise Cancellation

Refresher/Fresher= Bathroom

Sonic Bath = Bath

Sanisteam/Sonic shower = Waterless Shower

Hydrospanner = Wrench

Hydro Flask = Water Bottle

Power Cell/Energy Cell = Batteries

Authorization Chip = Decryption key

Datatape = Disk

Datastick = Flash drive

(Personal) Com Code = Phone number

Datachip = SD Card

Synthflesh = Synthetic skin

Glowrod = Flashlight

Sparkstick = Match

Slugthrower = Gun

Slug = Bullet

Vibroblade = a blade that can vibrate at high frequencies, increasing its cutting power and penetrating ability (tactical knife)

Rangefinder = Rifle scope

Turbolaser = Cannon

Ion pike/Vibropike = Spear

Electro Staff = Stun baton

Blaster = Pistol/Rifle

Stun Blaster = similar to a Taser

Landspeeder/Airspeeder/Speeder = Car

Turbolift = Elevator

Slideramp = Escalator

Starfighter = Fighter jet

Rotorcraft = Helicopter

Hoverpack/Jetpack= Jet pack

Speeder Bike = Motorcycle

Skylane = Traffic lane

Railspeeder/Hovertrain = Train

Power Chair/Hoverchair= Wheelchair

Windscreen = Windshield

Podracing = Car racing

Dejarik = Chess

Sabacc = Poker and Blackjack combined

Galactic Rebels = Combat simulator

B'shingh = Dungeons and dragons

Jizz = Jazz music

Wailer = Singer (ie. Jizz Wailer)

Cantina = Bar or Pup

Para Sailing = Paragliding

Aurebesh = Alphabet

Credits = Money

Sleeping Pallet = Bedroll

Naming Day = Birthday

Youngling = Child

Galactic Basic Standard/ Basic = English

Medkit/Medpac = First aid kit

Hypo = Syringe

Medic/Healer = Doctor

Medcenter = Hospital

Bactapatch = Bandaid

Nanoweave = Fabric

Transparisteel = Glass

Plastifoam = Packing material

Durasteel = Steel

Plasteel = Plastic

Duracrete = Concrete

Slicer = Hacker (slicing = hacking)

Identikit = Passport

Minder = Therapist

Synthleather = Vinyl

Viewport = Window

Cooling Unit = Air-conditioning

Honeydarter = Bee

Slythmonger = Drugdealer

Spice = Drugs

Stimpill = Caffeine pill

Power Socket = Plug

Cutters = Scissors

Cycle = Day

Standard Cycle = 24h

Standard Week = 5 days

Standard Month = 35 standard days

Standard Year = approx. ten months

Tenday = literally ten days

Cigarras/Smokes = Cigarettes

Click = Kilometer or 'a moment'

Parsec = a unit of distance

Tweezers/Clanker/tin head/tinnie = Droid

Separatist = Seppie

Promise Ring = Wedding Ring

Body Glove = Jumpsuit

Slicksuit = Wet suit

Civvies = Civilian clothing

Carbonite = a metal alloy used to freeze a person in a state of hibernation

Hyperdrive = device that allows a starship to travel faster than lightspeed

Moisture vaporator = device that can extract water from the air, commonly used on tatooine

Glareshades = Sunglasses

Gasser = Gas Oven

Repulsorlift = technology that can create an anti-gravity field and is used for levitating heavy objects

Heating unit = Heater

Utility Droid = Roomba

Sunbonnet = a Clone trooper helmet

Bad Batcher = a defective Clone Trooper

Banthabrain = birdbrain/ a stupid person

Bantha fodder = waste of space/nonsense

Blast! = word of exclamation

Blasted! = s.o in anger or annoyance

Blaster-brained = dimwitted

Blaster fodder = cannon fodder

Blast off = Piss off

Brainless = Stupid

Bug/Bugger = used to refer to Geonosians

Forceforsaken = godforsaken

Full of Poodoo = full of shit

Poodoo = Shit

Kriff = Fuck

Jedi scum = derogatory term for jedi

Kark = derogatory expletive

Larty = LAAT/i gunship

Laserbrain = insult

Meat droid = derogatory term for Clone Troopers

Redrobes = Palpatines guard

Rookie/Shinie = newly recruited Trooper

Scum = insult to refer to bounty hunters/rebels

Sharpie = Sharp-witted

Sithspawn/Sithspit/Hellspawn! = expletive

Sleemo = Slimeball

Son of a bantha = insult

Wizard! = Cool

Spaced = dead

Hutt-spawn = Bastard

Karabast = exclamation of dismay

Stang = Crap

Buckethead/Bucketbrain = derogatory term for Stormtroopers

Bucket = Helmet

Nat-born = Natural Born

Roger Roger = affirmative/copy that

Droid poppers = EMP grenade

Sitrep = short for situation report

Backwater Planet = any planet that isn't part of the core system

Holocron = device that can project a three-dimensional image of a person/object and is used for communication or entertainment.

Kessel Run = a risky Operation. Commonly used as a metaphor in impossible situations.

Thermal Detonator= device that can create a powerful explosion like a grenade or bomb

Ray Shield/Energy Shield = creates a (protective) barrier

Rebreather = device that allows a person to breathe underwater or in toxic environments

Phrases:

Wild goose chase = wild bantha chase

That's bantha shit = that's bullshit

As slippery as a greased Dug = untrustworthy

Credit for your thoughts = penny for your thoughts

Cut the poodoo = cut the crap

to get your gills in a twist = get upset about something

Holy mother of meteors = holy mother of god

Oh my skies/ Oh my stars = exclamation of surprise

Stars' end! = exclamation of disbelief

What in the blue blazes = exclamation

When Geonosis freezes over/When it snows on tatooine = extremely unlikely

Who pissed in your power supply = who pissed you off

Blast it = damn it

By the maker = exclamation of surprise

Great karking Dragon = expression of disbelief

Lothcat got your tongue = equivalent of 'cat got your tongue?'

Sod it = expression of frustration

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS x Firefly AU: A ragtag crew.

[northstarscowboyhat]

Corn picking day.