#the lore is loring

[hudconcore]

Connor met Hudson and immediately had to get his cards read 😂 He was probably like what the fuck is going on here….? 🧐

I'm howling....

[caemidraws]

:･⚔ ||| P E T T I R O S S I : Chapter 01 ||| ⚔･:

P E T T I R O S S I : Chapter 01

[fantasy/horror webcomic written by @jonesylium, illustrated by me]

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[Masterpost]

[pirate-queen-aurora]

My lore theory is the Bad Japanese mv is Halateez stuck in some kind of purgatory after dying and crossing over into the afterlife in Ash.

There's a backrooms/liminal space kind of feel to it and it's nagging at me.

What it really reminds me of is The Void from the MCU (as seen in Loki/Deadpool and Wolverine), which is the place where everything "pruned" from the timelines goes to be devoured.

If Halateez got "pruned" from the timeline at some point, it might make sense for them to end up in some liminal purgatory void space, like a great big dump. Hence, all of the trash bags in the warehouse.

I'm also thinking about all of the sand they're dancing in and Mingi's hand moving in the sand at the end of Ash...

Much to think about.

[nortnorts]

Wanderer finally waking after what seemed like an eternity for the demon, and he'd always known eternity as a measly thing.

some explicit ones too but know that these ↑ ↓ are separate instances in the lore's timeline...

nortcest banging ↓↓↓↓

Mixing pain and pleasure to ease the marking process for Wanderer. Sin's hands tremble with every shift, every sound, and every tensed up hold Wanderer has on him. Foreign words of apologies leave his lips, almost pleading the vampire to forgive him.

Once blood draws from under Sin's claws, the ritual starts and time ticks.

[kata-the-bee]

An Uncomfortable Wait

Lore Story under cut

Previous/Next

Leshy was the first to know that Heket would be coming.

It had been several months since the worm had been indoctrinated into the Cult of Death. It had taken a long adjustment period for Leshy, but with Sitri's help it made the process somewhat smoother.

Somewhat.

The Worm hated the sunlight with everything in his bones, and he still occasionally struggled with navigation. He had learned his way around the cult fine enough, but any trip and fall could completely ruin his sense of direction. Thankfully, Sitri was there to help, though he couldn't be there every second of the day. The cat had a job to attend to as well, and during those hours, Leshy was left to his own devices.

The other cultists mostly steered clear of the strange blind worm, especially after learning just what and who he was. The Lamb was careful but firm in telling those in the cult that Leshy would not be a threat, and that those that retaliated against him would be punished accordingly. Unrest grew at the news, but the next few months of minimal major events helped to ease the wariness at the former god's presence.

Still, Leshy was mostly a loner. The other worms, the former disciples of chaos, they treated Leshy fairly and with a casual friendliness. He would struggle to call them friends, but at least they didn't ignore him in the same way as the rest of the populace. Truly, the only one he would give that title to would be Sitri. They'd grown rather close over the months of living together, and the daffodil colored kitty served as a lone comfort in a isolated existence.

Which is why Sitri became so important after the Lamb broke the news. If this crusade would be anything like what the Lamb went through in Darkwood months prior, then the second youngest would soon be there.

Leshy froze. His sister would be there? The proud and powerful and temperamental frog? Would she be okay? Was her suffering about to end? His mind and body flooded with hopes and fears, joy and dread, all of which coalesced into a growing anxiety he had never before felt in his life.

The Lamb set out right after, or at least the worm assumed so. He didn't care about the details. He only knew one thing right now.

Leshy needed to be the first to be there for her.

He made his way to where the indoctrination circle was. Carefully, he felt at the stone to be sure he didn't get his routes mixed up before moving just to the side of it. He sat down to wait. It didn't matter to him how long he had to, he was not going to miss his sister being brought home.

The sunlight warmed Leshy to levels he couldn't stand, but he refused to leave. Even as the scent of dinner wafted through, he refused to shift, instead electing to ignore the gnawing pangs of his stomach. He'd been through worse and for less important reasons at that. The worm would be here for as long as it took for Heket to appear, even if it would take days or even weeks.

Sitri came just before sundown, seeing Leshy at the stone. He learned of the worm's location from a few other cultists and came as soon as his shift at the medical tent was over. Leshy looked absolutely miserable from the sunlight exposure, but Sitri had no clue why he was there. Why would Leshy willingly stay in a place he couldn't tolerate? Sitri had no clue, but knew that it had to be important. Leshy would never willingly do something he hated for longer than he had to.

The yellow cat sat by the worm to ask his many questions, but hearing the news came as a shock. Another bishop was coming? Sitri had only caught glimpses of the bishops from the brief times they visited the temple of chaos, though he never stuck around to get a good look at any of them. He dared not stay in sight near temperamental and haunted gods.

Hearing that the sole sister was coming only created more questions Sitri wished to ask, but that would have to wait. It could be days until Heket would be here, and Leshy had needs that needed to be taken care of sooner than that. Knowing the worm wouldn't move, well, that just meant Sitri had to fulfill his role of caretaker once again! The cat set off to gather supplies. He knew Leshy wouldn't go home if he had already spent the day in the sun, so there was no point in asking. Instead, it looked like it was time for a camp out!

Sitri went home to grab some blankets, plus the biggest sheet he could find. It wouldn't be perfect, but it should work fine enough for the task at hand. He returned to the stone to drop off the supplies, setting out once again to find some long sticks as well as get some food for Leshy. He was sure the worm hadn't eaten in a while, plus they would need some for overnight, too.

Once Sitri had everything he went back and got right to work, much to the confusion of his blind companion. Why was this yellow cat being so nice? Leshy ate what was given while listening to Sitri tri and get a basic tent built.

It didn't take too long before the "structure" was done. It may not have been the prettiest thing, but hey, Leshy wasn't going to complain about the looks of it. Sitri sat beside the anxious worm under the sheet tent, now not really sure what to say. How does one properly broach the topic of tortured godly siblings? Well, only one way to find out.

"So... what is your sister like?"

It wasn't an easy question to answer. Leshy had no idea what to say. He's seen so many sides of her at so many different points of her life. He may not have been there for her earliest years, mainly because he wasn't actually born yet, but he's seen her go from teen to adult, from young god to proud cult leader to... almost nothing. An echo of what she was, but that was the same for all of them. A disaster, a tortured and twisted awful version of herself that he barely recognized. Even through the sight of his crown's eye he could see only a husk of what she used to be.

The same haunted look must have been plain as day on the worm's face as Sitri was quick to get more specific. Rather than ask what she was like, he instead asked for stories of when they were young gods. Better to try and keep the topic more lighthearted when things were going to soon be much more difficult. There was no question of if. It was only a matter of when.

That question was, thankfully, much easier to answer. Even though it had been ages ago, Leshy could still remember the silly things they had done. Things done as a family... Like when he kept biting Heket, so she tried to eat him in retaliation, and Shamura had to intervene. Or another time when he got stuck in the middle of a massive lake that Heket insisted was just a puddle, and she had to save him. Another time, he tried to sneak up behind her, and she accidentally sat down on him...

The stories went on for all the time it took to help quell Leshy's anxieties. Sitri listened to all of it without interruption except to help steer the conversation back to lighter stories when things became darker. It was one of the most pleasant things the worm had ever talked about, and it marked the first time he has ever opened up about his past to anyone.

As time went on and the sun was far gone, Leshy was finally able to rest his head. The blankets were perfect for the impromptu camping, and soon, the worm was asleep. It didn't take long for Sitri to join him in slumber. The pair awakened to the morning sun, Sitri going out to get food for them both. The day continued with tales of the past only broken by meals, as did the next two.

Things changed the third night when the sound of hoofsteps approached.

(Another long one! I hope that it makes sense and formatting isn't garbage!)

[dawnthefox24]

SPOLIERS FOR THE FALL OF A SPARROW MY WIFE HAS BEEN MENTIONED!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU CAN BACK OUT RIGHT NOW AND READ THIS

GUYS I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here's the link if you want to read it

The Fall of a Sparrow - Overwatch Media

Overwatch Media: Videos, Comics, Screenshots, Artwork, and more.

My theory for Rumiko was correct!!!!!!!

Se kept the balance of the Shimada clan, FUCK!!! She taught loyalty,trust,kindness I was right!!!!!

And her leaving made Sojiro spiral down into fear and control, she kept him calm and without that calmness he spiral down into madness.

Okay so this... this is something I find hard to believe because Sojiro is losing his damn mind, Hanzo is under the constent pressure of being the perfect heir while Genji is being bad mouth.

Which coinsides the tramua both brothers endured when Rumiko vanished, again now this isn't a new theory but the Shimada elders were greedy pricks but when Rumiko left...Now hear me out on this...

The elders used Rumiko disappearnce on Sojiro, Genji and Hanzo to have leverage and posioned Sojiro's mind because in all honestly let me say this again....

WHY WOULDN'T SHE LEAVE WHEN SHE HAD THE CHANCE TO DO SO!!! WHY WOULD SHE HAVE KIDS WHEN THE FACT SHE COULD HAVE LEFT!!!

And yes this could be another Ursa moment from ATLA but again I don't think it was.

I'M FUCKING SICK AND ILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RUMIKO KEPT THE DAMN BALANCE I REMEMBER WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE WAS AFUCKING BEAUTY, AN ICON!!!! A BADDIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Also my theory of Kiriko knowing Rumiko was a lie because dammit I was off)

NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE WAS UNHAPPY!!!!!!!

(I might need to make a phone call unless....) Also Genji!!! Your father was grieving in his own way!!!! Ugh I feel sick....

OMFG EACH BROTHER HAVE THEIR OWN MEMORIES AND TRAUMA!!!!

If my theory that Rumiko was unhappy because of the elders I'm gonna throw up.....

Sojiro, Genji and Hanzo never talked about Rumiko because she was the only GOOD thing in their lives....

E.C. MYERS!!!!!!! YOU!!! YOU!!!! I LOVE YOU MY KIND SIR!!!!!!!!

Also

OMFG Hashimoto Elder....The new Character is an Hashimoto Elder...FUUCCKK!!! AND GENJI GOT KIDNAPPED!!!!

[shaengeling]

Can't believe we got "ye olde archive of one's own", the professor and ryan telling each other "I love you (as friends)", picturing sitting on Liszt' lap during a concert together and whatever the fuck that is in ONE EPISODE