#rhymes of lore

[libraryofgage]

After checks calendar 84 years, I am once again offering Smart Steve content lmao

Listen the writer's block has been hitting recently if you couldn't tell, but I'm still happy with how this came out.

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't :P

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So.

Steve Harrington is smart.

Like, smart smart.

Like, the kind of smart where he not only understands shit, he can explain complicated shit to Eddie without sending his brain into a coma.

It's been two weeks, and Eddie is still trying to come to terms with this discovery. He's four tutoring sessions in and a little spark of surprise still rocks him whenever Steve can easily explain a new topic using the stuff Eddie likes.

He explained velocity using D&D spells. He explained electrical circuits using the concept of plugging a guitar into an amp. After asking a few questions about Lord of the Rings, Steve Harrington managed to explain the in-depth concepts of magnetism using the fucking One Ring.

How the fuck is Eddie supposed to be normal about any of that? Ignoring the sheer fact that Steve is capable of it, how is Eddie supposed to feel about the...the willingness to learn what Eddie understands best and meet him on that level?

If the answer is awed and practically starstruck, he's ahead of the game.

"Hey, you doing okay? Kinda spacing out over there, man."

Eddie blinks, the textbook in front of him coming back into focus. Steve had been explaining the concept of momentum, but his words just floated in one ear and out the other because Eddie was once again consumed by the absurdity of the situation.

It's not like he can say that, though. So, instead, he settles for a grimace and pushes the textbook away. "I think I'm all fried out for physics," he says, looking up at Steve.

"Oh," Steve says, blinking a few times before nodding. "Yeah, sure, uh, sorry."

"Wait, what are you sorry about?"

Steve looks away, an awkward frown tugging at his lips. "I...probably wasn't explaining it too well, huh?"

"Woah, woah, no way," Eddie says, putting a stop to that train of thought before it can leave the station. He turns in his chair to face Steve directly, ignoring how the metal rod that attaches it to the desk digs painfully against his shin. "Listen, Stevie, I've never understood physics more than when you explain it. Like, I don't know, man, whatever you're doing works."

Steve must have been more worried than he let on, because Eddie can literally see the tension draining from his shoulders. "Great," he says, rubbing the back of his neck as he glances away. "Seriously, that's great. I'm glad nothing's been confusing."

"Yeah, so, nothing you did," Eddie says, feeling like he needs to reiterate that point to drive it home. "Honestly, you could probably even make me understand geometry. Not like our teacher is doing shit to help."

"Do you...not understand geometry?" Steve asks, looking a little unsure like he can't tell if that's a joke or Eddie's attempt at suggesting another class he needs help in. This one is a class they share, which means Steve will have seen Eddie's floundering attempts at answering questions, and he feels a whole new burn of embarrassment course through him.

"Do you?" Eddie asks in return.

"Yeah. It's just, like, angles and shit, man."

Eddie stares at him for a moment, eyes narrowing and trying to figure out if Steve is somehow, subtly, making fun of him. But of course he isn't. If Eddie has learned nothing else, it's that Steve doesn't ever think Eddie is actually stupid or deserving of ridicule. He just thinks Eddie hasn't been taught properly, which is more on the teacher than him.

After a moment, Eddie twists around to dig in his bag. He pulls out his geometry homework, slaps it on the desk, and gestures at the triangles and squares and other shapes with unidentified angles and side lengths. "I have literally no clue what the fuck is going on here," he says.

Steve moves closer, looking over the sheet with a slight frown. Eddie knows this face by now. It's the one Steve makes when he's searching for the relevant knowledge in his own brain, pulling it to the front so he can easily identify the gaps in Eddie's understanding. "So, how would you start?" Steve finally asks, offering his pencil.

Eddie takes it, twirls it between his fingers a few times, and looks over the questions. He eventually chooses one asking him to find the length of a side. "I know this one. It's the equation with the squares and shit," he says, carefully writing it out and plugging in numbers under the triangle.

"Right. Pythagorean theorem. A squared plus B squared equals C squared."

"Yeah. That," Eddie says, working through the math on a separate sheet of paper instead of in his head. He can do easy addition and subtraction, but one of the first things Steve did was get him used to using scratch paper. His brain doesn't feel quite as crowded by numbers anymore; now it's just crowded by the endless rotation of bites of knowledge and equations that have nothing to do with the work at hand. It's like his brain can recognize that it needs to remember something, but can't identify what exactly, so it just offers up everything.

When he's done, Eddie shows Steve his work, the answer circled at the bottom of the scratch paper. "Perfect," Steve says, flashing a smile that makes Eddie's heart lurch dangerously. "Okay, so that's solid. What about this one."

He points at a right triangle with only one angle listed and the other marked as unknown. "No fucking clue," Eddie says.

"This one is asking for the unknown angle. It'll just be some subtraction."

"It's only giving me one angle, Stevie," Eddie points out, gesturing to the angle marked as 53. "What the fuck do I do with that?"

"Well, the main thing is that a triangles angles will always add to 180. Also, this is a right triangle," Steve explains, taking the pencil from Eddie to circle the L-shaped corner of the triangle. "This angle will always be 90 degrees on right triangles. Should I keep going?"

"No," Eddie says slowly, drawing the word out as he takes the pencil back. "I'm starting to get it. Lemme try."

Steve waits patiently as Eddie hesitates before adding the angles together and subtracting that from 180. When he gets to a solution of 37, he gestures for Steve to check.

"That's right," Steve says, nodding as he points to another triangle on the sheet. "For this one, I'll teach you about the SOH CAH TOA trick."

Eddie nods, paying as much attention as he can, but he can't help feeling a little distracted by Steve's happy smile and relaxed posture. He's never seen Steve like this during class, and he's struck by the sudden notion that nobody else will see Steve like this, either.

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When Steve gets home, he drops his bag in the hallway, grabs a soda from the kitchen, and collapses onto the couch.

A few National Geographic and Scientific American magazines are still spread out across the coffee table. A brief glance reminds Steve that none of the stories were particularly interesting in these editions.

He pops the tab on his soda, takes a sip, and glances at the phone on the end table next to him.

Steve had noticed something today. Eddie's shirt. Most of the band shirts Eddie wears are popular enough that Steve sort of knows them. Metallica, KISS, and AC/DC were recognizable since he's passed their albums on display in record stores.

Today's band, though. He didn't recognize that one. What the fuck was Manowar?

After a few seconds of thought, Steve reaches out and grabs the phone. He's just doing research. Wanting to understand the music Eddie likes is reasonable. That's how Eddie learns. There's no other reason for Steve dialing the number of an old classmate.

The phone rings a few times before picking up. "Amare residence," a girl says, sounding distracted.

"Hey, Dee. It's Steve."

"Hmm, Steve. Steve. ...Steeeeve. Oh, is this Steve Harrington, deserter of friends for the woes of public education?"

Despite everything, Steve can't help an amused smile. "Yeah, that Steve," he says. He doesn't apologize, since he knows that's not what she wants. If she was actually angry, she would've hung up.

"Well, how kind of you to grace me with your voice," Dee says, sounding distant like she's set the phone down. "I suppose I can give you until I finish braiding my hair."

"Great. You know about metal, right?"

"Like iron? Duh, Steve, I'm not thirteen."

"No, like, heavy metal."

"Iron is pretty heavy."

"Music, Dee. Heavy metal music."

"Oh! Aren't you a Tears for Fears kind of boy? What are you doing asking about heavy metal?"

Steve starts to answer but stops himself. He doesn't know why. Dee tutors kids all the time. Everyone in their private school group did. That's how they made money. She'd understand that he's trying to learn more about Eddie's interests for tutoring purposes.

So why can't he just say that?

"This long pause says you're thinking about lying to me," Dee says. "Don't bother, Steve."

"Well, I do want to know for the guy I'm tutoring. But not just because I'm tutoring him."

"Awww, are you trying to make a friend?" Dee teases.

Steve grimaces, wondering why his stomach twists slightly at the question. "Yeah, kind of. I want to know more about the stuff he likes. And he likes heavy metal. So, ya know, I thought of you."

"Well, you've come to the right place," Dee says. "And I love talking music, so I guess we can keep talking even after I'm done braiding."

A relieved smile tugs at Steve's lips. "Thanks, Dee, I appreciate it. So, first question, what's Manowar?"

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Tag List!

@estrellami-1, @ravenfrog,

[spectral-kitkat]

I took a selfie earlier… felt cute so decided to share x

[kindlythevoid]

Book Three of The Two Towers is Done!

Boromir’s Lament

Aragorn's Song of Gondor

The Lore of Living Creatures

Treebeard’s Song

The Ent and the Entwife

Bregalad's Song

Ent’s Marching Song

Galadriel’s Message to Aragorn

Galadriel’s Message to Legolas

Galadriel’s Message to Gimli

Eorl the Young

Gandalf's Song of Lorien

Rohan’s Call to Arms

Ent Riddle

Rhymes of Lore

The Lord of the Rings is a Musical

Song Counter: 35

Poem Counter: 14

Total: 49

Bonus (times singing was mentioned but not spelled out): 22

FotR Counter: 34 FotR Total: 49

[genericpuff]

Lore olympus has finally came to an end are you happy or sad?

My bones hurt and I have a bad case of gas.

[phantomarine]

Phantomarine is updated! Ch 6 p 87

"AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES!!!"

[spacebar2]

Chat I'm insane. I'm insane. I'm. I did it again. It's Wilson Weed all over again. Chat. Chat.

THESE WERE MADE FROM JOKES CHAT.... JOKES.. AND NOW I WANT TO MAKE A WHOLE AU WITH ALL OF THEM.. IT'S WEEDBUR ALL OVER AGAIN.. sobs

𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴bur (Freakbur), Aphabur and Skibidibur. Guys...

(Characters, not creator. Not a supporter of William Gold) (just reminding you guys, even on a silly post like this.)

[lu-lus-dicks]

I have to go to work and be there all day today so I'll be busy. I dunno how to entertain y'all (at this point I think everyone in the polycule just entertains eachother without me lmao)

So for the time being you can have the poetry I wrote in 2023. Just in case

Tw: mentions of suicide (aka soupersexual)

The poem, much like it's writer, is nameless

To the person that doesn't exist

Does hell burn your corpse?

To the person that doesn't exist

Does heaven make it feel worse?

To the person that never existed

Do you find yourself you?

Does it feel like a privilege,

Or does it weigh you down too?

Do you think yourself selfish

For seeking a crowd?

Admire the ants through a glass

While you live in a cloud

Does it ever get lonely

Without perception of time?

Does prevention of living

Come dozen a dime?

To the person I see in the mirror

Did you make up your name?

If I don't exist

How can I be to blame

And when you stay stagnant

And bide by your time

Is it the death of an animal

Or suicide?

To a person that just isn't yet

Do you see yourself clear?

To the person who may not yet

Can you know how to feel?

Don't judge me by my cover

Becase the pages are blank

[thedogfromthatmitskisong]

'arthroplasty'

wrote a little story for my d&d character so i thought i'd share!!

backstory: his mom would read him this story when they were alone in the house (dad and lil bro not there to hear it). this was the most joy i've felt writing so far bc it was silly and rhyme-y and also i wrote it in like 3 hours total so... anyway enjoy!

around like 295 words-ish

[artistictiliqua]

Workshopping a fnaf au for twewy so stay tuned for that one lads :)

[wordsforrain]

The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching one by one,

They ate left beef with pizza none,

And they all go marching down, to the ground, to get out of the rain.

The ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching two by two,

The little one said I’m right, don’t boo,

And they all go marching down, to the ground, to get out of the rain.

The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching three by three,

The little one said god I wish that were me,

And they all go marching down, to the ground, to get out of the rain.

The ants go marching four by four, hurrah, hurrah

The ants go marching four by four, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching four by four,

The little one started to piss on the poor,

And they all go marching down, to the ground, to get out of the rain.

The ants go marching five by five, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching five by five, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching five by five,

The little one said guess I’ll just die,

And they all go marching down, to the ground, to get out of the rain.

The ants go marching six by six, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching six by six, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching six by six,

The little one said those are his hooves you bitch,

And they all go marching down, to the ground, to get out of the rain.

The ants go marching seven by seven, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching seven by seven, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching seven by seven,

Confessed their love but went not to heaven,

And they all go marching down, to the ground, to get out of the rain.

The ants go marching eight by eight, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching eight by eight, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching eight by eight,

The little one said it’s free real estate,

And they all go marching down, to the ground, to get out of the rain.

The ants go marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching nine by nine,

Laughed nervously and said this is fine,

And they all go marching down, to the ground, to get out of the rain.

The ants go marching ten by ten, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching ten by ten, hurrah, hurrah,

The ants go marching ten by ten,

Through a hospital for sick children,

And they all go marching down, to the ground, to get out of the rain.

[rhyme-rambles]

The mounders stand in their very battered neighborhood, mumbo's house especially between the wither and his failed tnt cannon. There's one less of them now than there was this morning. They talk in hushed tones about the events of the day.

Martyn sits alone in his house. It's so much quieter now, without the person he used to shared it with. mournful howls fills the place of the loud joyful barks from this morning

Lizzie's house is surrounded only by faces of jack-o'-lanterns. Smoke rises from a crater next to it from where scar led the wither past. It's completely silent

[duranduratulsa]

Up next on my Halloween 🎃 movie marathon...Halloween: Resurrection (2002) on classic DVD 📀! #movie #movies #horror #Halloween #HALLOWEEN8 #HalloweenResurrection #johncarpenter #michaelmyers #theshape #lauriestrode #jamieleecurtis #BustaRhymes #BradLoree #biancakajlich #tyrabanks #thomasiannicholas #seanpatrickthomas #katiesackoff #RyanMerriman #lukekirby #daisymccracken #kylelabine #BillyKay #dvd #2000s

[bobombun]

There is a type of horror that's all about turning something friendly and familiar into something scary. Things like children, clowns and toys come to mind.

Fnaf does this with animatronics, which are usually just mascots for family friendly places like restaurants or amusement parks. That's fine, nice that they're using something that wasn't all that common in the horror scene (to my knowledge) at the time.

However.

I live in a country where animatronics just aren't a thing. Which means that my first contact with them was through Five Nights at Freddy's, and it took me some time to learn that fnaf didn't just invent them, but that animatronics do exist in real life, albeit in a less haunted form.

This means that I will always first think of fnaf when I see an animatronic, and be slightly alarmed that the animatronic is out there in public before I remember that fnaf is not the originator of animatronics. The "nice turned spooky" trope is flipped upside down here, where I first learned about the spooky before I learned about the nice. It's like seeing cars for the first time in a movie about vampire cars that thirst for blood, and only afterwards being told that cars exist irl.

[plush-candles]

Memory of a Funeral

I asked my mama, once when my sister stopped coming home Where everybody else went and why I wasn’t allowed to go.

She said that my little brother got lost in the woods because he and his best friend read too much. and my sister got on a train and never came back because the boy she loved got on it first.

She said my big brother tore out pieces of his soul to help other people stay alive and that one day he ran out of soul to give

She said that’s why our house is so empty And there are rooms where nobody sleeps because now we’re all that’s left Just her, dad, and me.

And when i look at those pictures at those people that we lost I know I’d go away too if it meant you’d love me half as much.

[lotrmusical]

My high school did a yearly poetry recitation contest (Poetry Out Loud), so Oh Boy do I know some poems. My favorites are Ozymandias and "the world is about to end and my grandparents are in love," by Kara Jackson. Also in 8th grade we had a Poe unit and had a class contest to make the best music video of the Raven, so I still know a good chunk of that.

i hadn't heard of the kara jackson one! just read through it and enjoyed it, particularly these lines > 'grandma returns to her love like a hymn, marks it with a color. // when the world ends will it suck the earth of all its love? /will i go taking somebody’s hand, / my skin becoming their skin?'

[hauntedjohnny]

do u ever remember that sissy is canonically part of more cults than just the mansons and the devs just. didnt want to delve into that lore.