#pa lore

[agent-pennsylvania]

Unremembered

Apathy. Dispassion. Detachment. These are things a child shouldn’t be used to. His caretakers apparently owed his parents, but they never elaborated beyond that. It was enough to care for him this long. Just enough to keep the gangly youth alive and mostly left to his own devices, neglected. Now, however, it seems he’s “eating them out of house and home.” He knows it’s just an excuse… He’s pretty smart for a kid he had to be. They never wanted him… He was just here. Until one day they made sure he wasn’t.

A kid was dropped off on the steps of a group home. No words were exchanged, no questions asked. Although after talking with the little one, he seemed to have been passed around quite a lot, before ending up at the home. He had no name. The employees at the home could only guess what the boy’s home life had been like. Parents probably died, his caretakers only caring enough to keep him alive, until ultimately giving him up. The kid barely spoke or at least he didn’t like to talk.

The employees didn’t care all that much either. Not even sparing a moment to give him a real name on his official paperwork. Now labeled “Unknown.” The kid was a wildcard, a fighter. Especially hostile when presented with food, he wasn’t above stealing it or fighting for it. He could be extremely violent. The employees had their work cut out for them with this kid. Unknown wasn’t a name that worked out well in conversation however, a few slip ups led to the nickname of Uno and it just so happened to stick. 

Uno had shown up at the group home seemingly just in time.The government had just rolled out a new vaccination program. Offering free vaccinations to low income and poor children and of course the children in the group home were signed up.

Little did anyone know. The UNSC kept the used needles from the program, making a DNA registry of all the children of the outer colonies. Colonies, the planet Harvest, was among. 

Preparation for the SPARTAN II Project had begun. Originally 300 candidates were chosen, but the promised budget was later cut and the number was reduced to 150 and then finally a mere 75 candidates. Uno’s DNA was one of those finalists, that combined with his temperament  and the fact he was an orphan and thus wouldn’t require a flash clone replacement and Uno was taken without much fuss.

Uno’s feisty spirit served him well as a cadet. His quiet but savage nature makes him somewhat unpredictable among his peers. There were a few incidents of fights. Several in-fact, between Uno-086 and Lobo-037. One incident was recorded happening between Uno-086 and Preston-072, thusly Mandarin oranges are no longer allowed in the cafeteria as Preston-072 now has a sizable bite mark on his arm.

Graduation day. The cadets were excited. jittery and intense. It was the day they had been waiting for. Just one more test and they’d be done. They just had to survive. 

Each augmentation procedure bought with it a new level of pain. Even after the sedation, many would report still being able to feel. Some described feeling as if they were on fire, from the inside. Some felt like their bones were shattering like glass. Uno was one of the 30 SPARTAN candidates that died on the operating table. His heart gave out during the carbide ceramic ossification procedure. The procedure was finished, before Uno was later cryogenically frozen along with the other failed cadets, with hopes of resuscitation and rehabilitation at a later date.

[satoruhour]

LESSON NO. 1

a/n: bassist!geto teaching you how to play the guitar. loosely based off this but not really connected. as requested by @alcospray 💟 i dont play bass so i just watched a whole bunch of videos for just one song - any bass players wanna correct me feel free to do so ;"). only if u look like geto tho /j. they havent say the three words to each other yet, read it with that in mind :3

wc: 2.1k

“any update from your fan?” gojo nudges him playfully as they wait for the principle of the university to introduce their band for the freshmen orientation, which, weirdly, something that the four of them never thought would happen. they sang about topics that wouldn’t normally get talked about or were shunned — politics, capitalism, authoritarianism — and yet being introduced by the principle of their place of education was quite ironic.

the bassist doesn’t hear gojo at all, not even when his best friend tries to tease him by calling you his fan. there were too many things in geto’s mind way even before this whole performance: his finals, a rival band that sought out to create false rumours about them, you.

always, you, the unexpected distracting thing that infiltrates his mind without fail. from the first night you trodded over to his dorms, opening up to him and letting him take care of you, to the many dates after. he’s taken you to cafés, watched you study way too many times, or simply let you sit through one of his song formation days.

a conscious effort to keep his distance and everything is just you, you, you, and geto is terrified. he’s never liked the kind of love with strings attached, with those mushy, complicated feelings, but no one-night stand, no quick fuck has ever made him feel the way you do.

but lately, he’s seen less of you, unwillingly accepting the principle’s offer to perform for the freshmen because he knew you were one of the group leaders ushering in the new students. at least he could try to search for you in the crowds, even getting a cheeky little text about where your group was meant to sit a week ago. he could be granted at least that when you both have been working so hard for final exams that you two could hardly see each other.

although, throughout their whole set, he sees everyone but you. he loses the bass line often, looks lost on the stage, needs to be cued in, something that never happens to the geto suguru. he’s always been a natural, and yet when it comes to you, you ruin him in the best way possible.

“hey— hey! man, what was that?” gojo slaps him on the back but it doesn’t even register in geto’s head, not really bothered by how he messed up the performance if it wasn’t for gojo’s vocals and shoko adding in her own improvisations for her parts. nanami can only shrug as he comes around to geto’s front.

“she wasn’t there, i looked, too,” nanami mumbled, tapping his drumsticks on his shoulder, “but you’re the most passionate guy i know who loves his guitars and bass lines.”

gojo has to chime in, “he’s the only bass guitarist you know, nanamiii!” and shoko pulls him back with a smack to the back of his head.

the dark-haired guy only clicks his tongue, “sorry ’bout him.”

nanami waves his drumsticks before pointing them at his face, “i know you’re obsessed with her, but i don’t wanna be a drummer if i can’t work with my bassist. sort this out before our next gig. she’s a sweet girl . . just, not when it’s at the expense of the band.”

geto only sighs in relief, landing a hand on his drummer’s shoulder.

“thank you, nanami.” the two exchange smiles before he gives a salute to his other two friends (“do you think he finally loves someone enough for him to be distracted on stage?” shoko says, and gojo gasps dramatically), heading out from the wings and down the stairs at the front of the stage where people look confused at the recent performer looking high and low for where your group was meant to be seated.

he sees not you, but rather your group leader mates who he’s at least seen pictures of, so he has no qualms about heading over to ask about your whereabouts — “the last thing she told our head group leader was that she was down with a nasty flu . . terrible fever and all. our main group leader went to her dorms to check on her and she’s unfit for doing orientations activities. we just sent her loads of soup packets and pei pa koa’s.”

geto laughs at the last part, knowing your need for sweet things. when it’s combined with a soothing coating for your throat, it’s pretty much the only thing you take when you’re sick. with a quick thanks, geto races for the campus bus straight to your dorm, the bass carried on his back rattling with his capo, chord sheets and mute nosily.

at least your annoying roommate’s gone home before school starts so it’s only you when geto knocks on the door. his knuckles rap against the wood, heart breaking when he hears your hoarse voice answer from the other side. soon, he can hear your feet moving towards the door, but it takes a while from how your body is, knocking over some things in the process.

“c-coming!” you groan out, wrapped in layers of clothing and feeling so hot you feel like you were in hell. but you aren’t expecting the sight when you open the door: your boyfriend panting, the guitar case behind him only telling you he’s come straight from the freshmen gig, the expression on his face.

“s-su!” you exclaim, both excitedly and a little worried because you didn’t want to get him sick, something you regret immediately when you go to clutch your throat.

“oh, baby,” geto brushes the hoodie off your head and brushes away the mess of your hair, “you look so pale, i— i would’ve come sooner if i knew—!”

“that’s why i didn’t tell you,” you pout, pushing away his hand gently and stepping back. it hurts to speak, but you feel like you at least need to explain your absence to him, “i was afraid you’d ditch the performance. also— don’t want you to get sick.”

suguru’s expression softens, “don’t worry about me, doll. come,” he takes one more step towards you and you feel so safe with him you don’t take a step away, “let me take care of you.”

the next hours are full of geto, a revered bassist in an upcoming band who dons long hair, piercings and has a menacing dragon down his arm alongside some boots, taking care of you. he runs back and forth between the pantry to make sure you have enough hot water, boiling hot soup to drink, enough layers to keep you warm and even calling gojo to get some tylenol from the supermarket.

“take a breather, sugu, i’m not gonna die,” you laugh slightly with a rasp to your voice, squeezing his hand as you rest against his shoulder. he’s made sure you at least have something in your stomach and enough hot water to power a hot spring, worry showing through his heartbeat when the hand he holds is still so warm.

“you’re heating up loads, baby,” geto frowns, turning his head to plant a kiss on the top of your head. he rolls his eyes when he hears it’s because you’re here. “do you want me to put cool towels on your head?”

you giggle again and cough, sniffling the mucus back up your nose, “no, it’s okay — you’d have to go to the pantry again to get water and i just want . . you here.”

suguru only hums, something akin to a melody that you don’t quite know but you’re happy to listen to his gruff voice anyway. the way he vibrates as he hums sends a calming feeling right to your body, and how he looks and feels so different from the very first time you were alone together.

he seemed so cool, passing the blunt to you and blowing his smoke into your mouth, kissing you like you’re just another girl in his roster; but right now, you were far from it.

now, not only is he still cool, but he’s also the most caring person you know and is something so far from his appearance and band: this is just one in many instances of how much he takes care of you. from the same fingers that strum upon the stainless steel, they travel miles over your body, your face like the first songs he learned on the guitar, weaving a melody and language so intricate only the two of you speak it.

silently, you feel him push you forward while he slots his legs on the other side of your body, letting you naturally rest with your back to his chest. “wanna learn?”

“i am in the most terrible state, suguru,” you whisper, reaching over to take a tissue. there, you blow your nose and clear out your nostrils until the next round, groaning softly at the grossness of the tissue.

“ohh . . but wasn’t someone saying that she isn’t dying?”

your jaw drops, “i can’t believe you would use that against me.”

the corners of your boyfriend’s lips turn up in a sly smile, “just quoting my girl. but—”

this time, he’s the one reaching over much further than you, hand clutching the neck of the guitar through the bag. gently, he settles it on both your laps, laughing when a small oof leaves your lips at just how heavy his bass was.

“i’ll do all the playing, you just mirror my movements.” with one more kiss to your temple, geto reaches around easily to play the starting notes of psycho killer. while there’s a clear layering of the lead, vocals and drums in his head, you’re just left confused by the repetitive bass.

but soon, you’re able to catch the notes that repeat over eight counts, hypnotised by the other’s longer fingers as they transition into the chorus line. it’s a little more complicated, now, descending into chords that you frankly don’t have any grasp on. one look at your face is enough to send him into soft laughter.

“okay, okay, let’s just focus on the verse.” if you weren’t feeling lightheaded from the fever before, you are now when geto curls his hands around yours, placing your finger easily on the fifth fret of the first string.

“so here . . we have the first bar of A notes, easy? then . .” he demonstrates the first four notes, plucking the strings for you before moving it down to the third fret to play the G note. a small smile spreads across his face when you slowly get the hang of it: six notes of A, two eighth notes, and then a G on the same string. geto slowly releases his left, letting you play on the melody while he helps you to pluck.

“that’s it,” still natural, it doesn’t faze geto at all to nuzzle his head into your neck from behind and to start kissing up your shoulder to your jaw, fingers still expertly plucking the string. the both of you repeat the bass line until he’s grabbing your awkward right hand and quietly, he angles your fingers so you’re following him, “you’re a fast learner.”

“i have a great teacher,” you mumble, and suguru doesn’t tell you that you just willingly kissed his jaw out of habit — because he knows you’d freak out at the possibility of getting him sick. it’s sweet, that in your delirious state you’re still acting out of admiration at the back of your mind. like the bass, loving geto feels as natural as the repetitiveness of psycho killer.

the bass notes reverberates through your bodies, just almost acting like a trance that makes your fingers falter upon the steel strings. he goes on to slowly play the chorus, stretching his fingers into weird shapes. he plays various chords, voice cracking just a bit when he tries to sing the vocals and you laugh softly.

“i just don’t have satoru’s higher register.” geto jokes, knowing you’re close to falling asleep from the way you hum and give one worded answers, so he easily takes over from you, changing it to an easy song. you let the low notes of the bass serenade you to sleep as you curl more into your boyfriend, but not before you hear a glimpse of geto’s harmonised singing to yellow.

it’s not often you hear him sing, being a bassist and all, but there is a nice edge to his voice — not quite made for vocals but you know he can do it if he tries. and even if you don’t voice it out, geto thinks the same thing. it’s similar to this stupid love thing that’s got him all tangled up and distracted, too, and he realises so many new things about himself through you.

you give love a fresh breath of life, nothing like the things suguru sings about in his unfinished demos and notebooks — multitude of things that involved you and his fucked-up perceptions and the foolishness of his parents telling him he’d find the same. you are all he thinks about when he sees the black cough syrup and he can’t stop craving the feel of your body against his.

the moment your breathing turns even and you sag against his embrace is when the strings stops and his breathing escalates. in geto suguru’s arms is the personification of something he never thought he would let into his life, yet you carry the choirs of love and acceptance so effortlessly like heath’s bass guitar solos and atsushi sakurai’s spotless vocals.

suguru’s head simply falls onto your unknowing shoulder, a small fuck that leaves his lips and a smile that he can’t contain is all he needs to know.

@mysugu @suget @slttygeto @na-t0 💟

[agent-pennsylvania]

"Knives out!"

"Agent Pennsylvania"

Commission for @bearbait-adventures of her Freenlancer OC @agent-pennsylvania !

Thank you so much for the support ^w^

Ngl it was pretty fun working on him, and of the few RvB OC's I've seen, his design is the coolest and most recognizable as of now

[sameatzz]

[ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ɪᴄᴏɴs ]

⎯ 𝑺𝒂𝒘 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒈 | 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒊 𝑽𝒔 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒏. 𔘓

[reyesranch]

alternate meeting AU where Tommy’s a motorcycle guy. he’s got a 1998 harley-davidson road king that he’s put a lot of money, cursing & sweat into and it runs as smooth as butter.

Tommy who decides to pack up his life for a couple of months and travel cross country on his bike. he sees the sights, stays in some shitty motels and meets all kinds of people all along the way from california to maine.

Tommy who stops in loveland, ohio for a quick break on his way back to california and stumbles into a diner off the nearest exit for something to eat and meets the prettiest guy he’s ever laid eyes on who’s asking him “what can i get for you, sir?”

and Tommy’s out of it, not only from driving for the past 15 or so hours on a couple hours of sleep, but because he’s hungry and this guy is too gorgeous and Tommy’s sure he has the absolute worst case of helmet hair right now. just his luck.

Evan. his name tag said ‘Evan’.

“sir?”

and Tommy’s snapping back to reality, brushing his fingers through his hair.

“sorry, i’m just a little out of it.”

a small laugh. sweet and light. Tommy thinks he might just throw up butterflies.

“i saw you pull in on your bike. long drive?”

“you could say that.”

that smile. Evan’s smile. it was like feeling the warmth of the sunlight across your skin on a cold day.

“coffee. you need coffee. there’s a fresh pot brewing right now.”

“i’d love that.”

“great. maybe you can decide on what you want to eat while i’m gone?”

“sure.”

“okay.”

Evan stood there for a second, holding Tommy’s gaze before clicking his pen and turning on his heel, walking towards the kitchen.

it’s then that Tommy decides maybe he could stay awhile. he’s sure he remembered seeing a sign for a hotel just along the exit ramp. and besides, maybe there was something worth staying for in loveland, ohio.

.

[gawrkin]

The Superhuman Feats of the Knights of the Round Table (And it's not even all of their feats!)

Arthur: (The Overall Strongest)

Historia Brittonum

Culwch and Olwen

Historia Regum Britannia (Geoffrey nerfs Arthur)

Torec (From King Arthur in the Medieval Low Countries)

Le Morte D'Arthur (Arthur nerfed again)

Idylls of the King

Kay and Bedivere (Both from Pa Gur)

[...[

[...]

Kay (Note: this doesn't take into account his superpowers)

[...]

Bedivere

Lancelot (focusing mostly on Vulgate, as Lance has a TON of feats everywhere that it would take an entire post)

Vulgate Cycle - Lancelot in Val Sans Retour, killing Morgan's Dragons

Vulgate Cycle - Lancelot fighting for Bagdemagus

Vulgate Cycle - A knight's POV of Lancelot fighting for Bagdemagus

Vulgate Cycle - Lancelot as the Red Knight

Vulgate Cycle - Gawain's POV on Lancelot disguised as The Red Knight

Tavola Ritonda

Gawain (not accounting for his Solar-based strength)

[...]

De Ortuu Waluuanii

Diu Crone

Tristan (Another character with superpowers and magic, but we'll keep it short)

Tavola Ritonda Bonus: Tristan can JUMP really, really high while injured:

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Le Morte D'Arthur

[agent-pennsylvania]

Look at this angel of an apprentice pilot.

jax beloved you will always be famous....

[pastlight]

i just wanna quickly say. the second saddest part of people being weird about the myths is that it blocks their ability to have fun with it.

(and i do think part of it is cause we often see pokemon more as characters than animals. i'll take a guess that you probably don't react the same way hearing about typhlosion abducting a woman than you would a regular ass badger)

but taking them at face value is the most boring way to engage with it. you get like maybe the same two pokephilia jokes repeated at nauseam. but look them through a watsonian lens? haven't you seen all the posts about mythology from years ago that keep making rounds all the time?

it's so much more fun to take them not as real stories in-universe but as fucked up fairy tales and myths. imagine someone who grew up with the slaking story trying to explain it to someone who didn't. i'm already thinking about that with my ocs!

all that being said, my favourite story is the octillery one because the narrative thread is all over the place. yes you get the lesson along the way but none of the elements ever truly connect. stuff keeps showing up and getting dropped with no explanation. the father just dies. the sharpedo looking back three times. the magic sword. whatever was happening at the ursaring den while he slept. the beached wailord. bring witnesses. the fact that the kid is a octopus hybrid is NEVER relevant.

"The villagers returned home, and told the people what they had saw." after everything is an objectively hilarious way to end it. im sorry if it's lifted from a real myth but i can't get over how much of a non ending that sounds like.

it feels exactly like reading an old bible story without annotations and having to accept the weird shit cause it probably made sense back then. you're probably missing some context... and you are, in fact! the way he mutilates the ursaring are a reference to the early lake trio lore in the first versions of the creation myth!!!

and hey i get it if they make you uncomfortable, some are pretty dark just like real myths which they were emulating. try to not be weird. get silly with it.

[tomfrogisblue]

Pac making fun of Richas for being dramatic - have you taken a look at every single one of his parents??????

[anonymoususeru]

"Replaced" [lore art]

Notes:

The flowers are obvious, but...the thing on Agar's chest isn't her accessory in her usual form. It's what their soul jam used to be. And the colour is changing to purple, indicating someone is taking their power.

The unreadable expression is due to how Agar is conflicted about this. She was initially satisfied about "taking back the right they lost," but she isn't truly at peace.

Less gold accessories is how she js not valuable anymore, to her creators, to others, and to themself.

No text version under the cut

[agent-pennsylvania]

Penn was an unnamed “urchin” child abducted from the Planet Harvest at the age of 6 in the year 2517. When ONI first started abducting children from the outer colonies. This makes him one of the only survivors of the Planet Harvest as the planet was glassed by the Covenant in the 2525 ironically the same year Penn also dies due to his Spartan augmentation surgeries.

He was designated Unknown-086 but the name was later shortened to Uno-086.

[kanhapriya]

I love Bhishma Pitama because he had one minor inconvenience and decided to stay a virgin for life, like I get him, yk?

[pickled-flowers]

The blue jays have started building a nest that's right next to my balcony and I see them perfectly from my usual seat!

[y-rhywbeth2]

Apparently Elminster has learnt French and taught it to some of his apprentices as a code language (since about 99%+ of the global population has zero exposure to Earth hidden portals and all and will never encounter the language to know how to translate).

...I wonder if he taught Gale any?

[mihotose]

megumi calls sayaka tsuzuri's wife -> megumi calls tsuzuri and sayaka a married couple -> tsuzuri introduces kosuzu as their child

[pinkslenderman]

(Hi hi! Rizz’s mod introduced me to slendlr, so I decided to pop by!) Pink?.. Is everything alright?..

-🧸

Ace is sleeping. Fuckin finally....

Ey'll be FINE after they get some sleep.