#Lore ?

[uesp]

Pictured: Multiple badgers surrounding a mushroom. There's also a snake.

#uesp #the elder scrolls #lore #elder scrolls online #easter egg

[what-is-my-aesthetic]

OCTONAUTS LORE

#octonauts #athena p #lore #nostalgia #Youtube

[iguessimfished]

#dimension rulers au #au #tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc au #theamazingdigitalcircus #the amazing digital circus gangle #gangle the amazing digital circus #gangle #tadc gangle #lore

[autumnslance]

Ancient Transformation

I know how we all love to meme on how it's stated transformation is seen in the Ancient society, but I also tend to think it's one of those cases where the actual meaning of the passage has been, well, meme'd a little too far.

(Like how the devs have had to go out of their way to point out Estinien does bathe, guys, it was aetheric alteration to his armor, and he does regularly wear armor which might lead to funk and helmet hair but he likes to be clean when it's off.)

Let's look at the actual passage in the Elpis quest "Their Greatest Contribution" where they're trying to help the charybdis fly (bolding by me):

Hermes: I shall transform and fly with it, helping it to manipulate wind until it finds its wings. Troubled Observer: What!? Y-You needn't go to such lengths… (Emet-Selch notices the WoL's confusion) Emet-Selch: You don't know? But of course not… Emet-Selch: Transformation is an art in which one manipulates a vast quantity of aether to construct another body around oneself. Emet-Selch: In practice, this allows one to assume any conceivable form, and thereby transcend the limits of one's flesh. Emet-Selch: Yet convenient though it may be, transforming in the presence of others is considered vainglorious in the extreme. As uncouth and unseemly as running about robeless. Shameful. Emet-Selch: Am I to understand you make a habit of this? Hermes: N-Nothing of the sort. It's just that, when transformed, I can wield the wind and fly. Hermes: It may seem excessive, but what is our shame next to the lives of these creatures? Hermes: They deserve a chance, and we owe it to them to do all in our power! Emet-Selch: Be that as it may…

What everyone tends to focus on, of course, is his analogy of "running about robeless" and equating that it's the same as nudity. Which makes for funny memeing.

But look again at the actual description of how transforming is seen:

Yet convenient though it may be, transforming in the presence of others is considered vainglorious in the extreme.

"Vainglorious" is the adjective of "Vainglory" which Merriam-Webster defines as "excessive or ostentatious pride especially in one's achievements; vain display or show; vanity."

the "uncouth and unseemly" part isn't so much the nudity part, but the showing off. Visibly boasting about one's power and strength by displaying one's transformed state.

So why the nudity analogy? Well, for one, is it actually discussing nudity, or walking around in outfits/ways that don't conform to societal standards? Ancient society seemed to be striving for an egalitarian system, which their magics made easy enough, though there's still stratification of some kind (based on peoples' roles). But the robes and masks are an attempt to produce a visual equality among members with variable magical skill (and that would otherwise be seen via those transformations if they indulged in them). It's about the conformity (for better or worse) to community.

The other reason I can think for that analogy is how common Ancient Greek inspired words and names in Amaurot's world are. And what many people also equate to Ancient Greece, aside from the tales of the Olympians, is the myriad artwork, often in various forms of athletic bodies in competition, whether war or sports. While there's plenty of fully clothed/armored imagery, classic nudes are common imagery in popular culture and not even in a sexual way; they're showing off their prowess as athletes and warriors.

(The third possible reason is Emet-Selch has ever been a Dramatic Bitch Like That and tends to the theatrical in his wording, even at his most traditional and conservative.)

Emet-Selch's concern about Hermes transforming is because it's considered bad manners to just transform on a whim--because it would indicate he's a boastful show off, or reliant on his transformed state, or otherwise cavalier about societal norms--which however one reads the line about transformations, would, from Emet-Selch's view, be a bad look for a potential member of the Convocation!

And the poor charybdis observer is all too aware that a member of the Convocation is standing right there, boss! Even if this is something Hermes does at times in extreme cases to aid their creations in his role as chief, this is not the best time to break out the transformation, even for the sake of a troubled creature.

And of course we do eventually see Hermes in his transformed state, and just how capable he is at manipulating wind magics in it.

In the end, the question of transforming for something as simple as the charybdis's struggles strikes me as yet another indicator, despite his mentor's nomination, that Hermes was not Convocation material despite his role as Elpis's chief; his shaken state post-Ktisis would be seen as a reaction to the "accident", and he likely knew how to mask (in the social emotional sense) and give the right answers despite his own depression and doubts. And with none but Venat remembering what else happened in those days at the facility, he managed to obtain the role anyway, now that he believed his Meteion project to have failed.

#final fantasy xiv #endwalker #elpis #hermes #emet-selch #transformation #memes #lore #interpretation

[af-answers]

To Artemis: what kind of things would you find while exploring the Fowl Manor attic?

Artemis: Probably something rat-infested or disease-ridden. My mother excavated the attic when she moved into the manor, and even she didn't find anything of value, just old rugs, outdated decor, and Christmas decorations. Apparently a Fowl trait is knowing the potential value of a thing, even if it isn't valuable at the time, and accordingly hide it in a vault in Switzerland.

#artemis fowl #lore

[sherlockggrian]

thinking about the Taurtis evo B plot. For context I have never watched evo in its entirety but i know the basics so I can say whatever I want on here. But Taurtis being the original watcher, the one who was either put in with the others to blend in or one who was willingly made into one - Taurtis as the one who wanted Grian as a watcher, as the one who manipulated and twisted the players. Taurtis as a genuinely good person who was a long time friend of Grian, who had been across worlds with him, but who was still a watcher. He was a watcher who pretended he had never been a human. and Grian was a human before he was a watcher. There was a reason Grian or Pearl or anybody never mentioned him again.

#he is also CANONICALLY an original watcher this is fact #evo smp #grian #hermitcraft #trafficblr #taurtis #i take grian and taurtis’s relationship as being at LEAST extremely close. grian was devestated when Taurtis ‘left’ evo #and grian was always haunted by him even in the life seried #when he sees the watchers as who they are #rather than formless entities #yapping #lore

[newabsolum]

🍄 settled on a cliffside in New Absolum sits a quaint inn. rumour has it, that the inn's current owner was a powerful druid during her younger years.

if you want to be a member of our inn staff, feel free to get involved in our discord!

#mineblr #minecraft #minecraft builds #cottagecore #lore #roleplay #We got different peeps running the blog so expect different writing styles :D

[barrenclan]

Since cats in the comic have had kittypet history (Egret, Hush Puppy, Seven Silvers) where are the twolegs now? How much do they know about the local animal groups? What would happen if a human came into contact with Defiance?

The people still live in the same place they always have. On a realistic level, I find it hard to imagine that a group like Defiance could get away with being unnoticed by humans. So let's sprinkle in a little bit of suspension of disbelief, and combine it with Defiance being a local cryptid kind of legend in the foothills of northern and western Nebraska. Have you heard of this? My friend told me that there's this huge group of wild animals that live together and kills and sacrifices things, and they're led by a giant deer with white eyes. So don't go into the woods at night, or they might hunt you down.

Cypressfoot, Blacknose, Mallowstar, Slugpelt, Cormorantpaw, Pinepaw, Daffodilpaw, and the kittens would all warm up to being good housecats. Nightberry, Plumstripe, Beeface, Redpelt, and Cootstorm would all be too skittish and likely remain feral. Egrettail would be friendly, but she wouldn't ever want to live in a house. She'd be a front porch visiting cat.

#ask #anon #lore #au

[k4lenz]

CW SPOILERS FOR ATSV + hobie's canon? BELOW THE CUT this is not a fic this is just my silly little brainrot rant for the morning ok ty <3 tw mentions of: gangs, murder, lace code, hobie's canon, 'ACAB', punk i said a curse word 😱

did anyone else notice the shot where spider-punk abandoned his suit in the trash when they were showing canon events in ATSV? meaning one of hobie's canon events was rejecting being spider-man and trying to return to living normally (first image below) which is linked to the story 'Spider-Man No More!' so what made hobie want to give up??? and also he has blue laces!! (lace code means blue laces = killed a cop) and all canon events can be slighty different in each universe so is it possible that he was the one who killed the cop close to him? he also just seems very unapologetic about it in the film when miles asks him, he says "yeah? what of it?" (second photo) idk to me he just doesn't look upset also he does hate fascists and his universe is supposed to be pretty fucked up so is it possible the cop he was close to turned on him??? IDK MAN thankyou for listening

#hobie brainrot #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #lore #atsv spoilers #atsv #atsv hobie #spider punk #rambles #hobie brown x reader

[chocoloutje]

Well…

Well…

Well…

Look who finally SHOWED up

Request by @wanderlustjustdance

#manga art #fanart #silly doodles #just dance #just dance 2023 #traditional art #love them #im so silly #wanderlust #jd wanderlust #jd #just dance lore #just dance fanart #just dance 2024 #this is just #lore #heheheh 😈 #hehe :3 #just dance 2023 edition #jd si’ha nova

[shaeshark42]

I just realized: Kipperlilly and the Rat Grinders wanted Buddy to die not just so the Bad Kids would fail the Last Stand, they were also hoping the Bad Kids would die and Buddy wouldn’t be there to bring them back SO THAT ANKARNA COULD OFFER THEM THE DEAL.

Obviously Ankarna is pulling the strings. All the Rat Grinders died, and only Lucy turned down the offer to be resurrected by rage. They weren’t just killing Buddy to fuck with grades or to get Buddy resurrected by Ankarna, they were helping their boss recruit the better team. I think Ankarna wants The Bad Kids on team rage real bad.

In fact, what if Ankarna wants Kristen specifically? She was Helio’s chosen, and it seems like Ankarna and Helio might have beef over followers. Plus, Kristen has preformed miracles and resurrected a dead god. Maybe Ankarna sees Kristen as the way back to power and is desperate to get her dead so she can be offered the deal!

#the bad kids #dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year #spoliers #kristen applebees #lore #fantasy high fan theory

[uesp]

"My claws have rended the flesh of innumerable foes, but I have never once been felled on the field of battle. I therefore honor-name you "Qahnaarin," or Vanquisher in your tongue."

--Durnehviir

#uesp #the elder scrolls #lore #skyrim

[possumcollege]

🤠 Cowboy World:

Everyone's "doing their own thing," but the upper class usually does theirs *to* you. Civilization is a thing. A lot of people seem to exist in spite of it. There's water, but booze is cleaner. Hats.

One of them worlds where ever'body wants you to mind yr own business, while being physically incapable of minding their own.

Not unlike Kentucky.

Y'know, a farce that makes you want to drink, and you either die hilariously trying to entertain yourself, or tragically through the negligence of others.

On the bright side though, the weirder/gayer aspects are rad as hell and counterbalance a good deal of the hypermasculine fuckery, the outfits rule, all kind of animals all over the place, and the guys most likely to start shit ain't around for long.

#possumcollege #crittertongue #comics #queer comics #fantasy #urban fantasy #lgbtqia fantasy #cowboy world #lore #in the grim darkness of crittertongue there is only lore

[kingdoms-and-empires]

I know that Otto married off all his kids to the most influential nobility (the former royal families) but why didn't he marry anyone off to the Moresaine's? Did he just not have enough kids to go around or was this deliberate?

This was deliberate!

Also it isnt the Moresaine, youre talking about Mendrion!

Because Lord Robert Mendrion was married already, Lady Alicia was too young, and the other Mendrion branches werent important enough to even consider. Plus they didnt have Blessed Blood.

Here's le family tree of the imperials

#kingdomsandempires #questions #interactive fiction #family tree #lore

[autumnslance]

"I hate these particular characters/groups cuz they killed people, and death is bad!"

"So we should kill all these other characters and anyone associated with them because they're all inherently bad and that will solve all the problems and we can live happily ever after!"

Quick, which antagonists, nations, groups, or other lore figures am I talking about?

(Answer: pretty much any and all of them)

I know this is a video game where we violently fight everything for experience and loot, and to move story (though some NPCs seem to die a lot less often than the defeat animations would indicate).

But there's a real interesting thought process in how some folks see the "obvious" resolution to handling some characters/groups only in terms of punishment.

Especially despite much of the story's own discussions of rebuilding, second chances, and reforging community (and how that often works better than simply beating down others).

#final fantasy xiv #grumpy old lady hours #lore #characters #punishment #some people do not grasp nuance but also the diff between justice & vengeance nor who are actually at fault #WoL isn't actually the arbiter of who lives & who dies they literally let others make those calls most of the time #There are whole job & raid & side story quests about such things even

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Snow Way Home

After the portal accident, Danny is reincarnated as a baby yeti.

For the prompt: After the portal accident, Danny finds himself in the ghost zone (not that he knows that’s where he is). He has become a baby yeti and feels lost and alone. He eventually finds his way to the Far Frozen through instinct, where Frostbite finds him and takes him in. Fluff ensues! [from Neighbor]

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Danny felt cold. A deep, penetrating cold that coursed through his veins and made a home in his very bones. But it didn't bother him. He was suspended in a bright green sky, so high above everything that he couldn't see the ground no matter which way he looked, almost like he was in space. He didn't know his up from down, his right from left.

And he was cold. A soft, comfortable cold, like the underside of a pillow, like a breeze on a hot day, like ice cream, or tiny raindrops drifting through a fog. Actually, he was a hundred times colder than any of those, but the cold felt the same.

The last thing he remembered, he was with his friends, poking around his parents' lab. Sam had been taking pictures, and she told him he should go in the portal and then—

Danny heard the sound of a baby crying, and it was close, but when he looked around, he didn't see anyone. Then, he realized the sound was coming from him. Slowly, the crying faded into tiny hiccups and then silence as Danny took stock of where, and more importantly what, he was.

His hands were tiny, and covered in white fur. His nails were thin, translucent claws. He kicked his legs up and saw that his feet were much the same—small, clawed, and covered in white fur. When he reached up to touch his face, he discovered that it, too, was fuzzy, with a damp nose at then end of a snout, no teeth, and floppy ears on the sides of his head. In fact, his whole body appeared to be fluffy and white like fresh snow. And except for the fur, he was naked.

He was a baby... something. A tiny little thing, lost in a vast and empty green sky, and he was alone. He started to cry again, but just as the ice-cold tears began to fall, he felt a weak tugging sensation in his chest. It didn't stop him crying, but he did let him pull him on an air current.

He followed the pull for what felt like days, until, in the distance he saw a floating island covered in ice, all sharp and jagged. In his head, he looked at those edges, and icicles, and spikes, and he thought that it looked like no place for a baby. But in his heart—or... whatever was pulsing in this chest now that felt both like a heart and very unlike a heart—he knew that was home, and he allowed himself to drift gently toward it until he was close enough for the island's gravity to pull him to the snowy ground.

It was a long several minutes before Danny managed to actually stand on his own two feet, but as soon as he took a step on the shifting snow, he fell. He tried several more times to get up and walk forward, but between the shifty, uneven ground and his underdeveloped baby legs, he never managed to stay upright for long. At least the fresh snow provided a nice, soft surface for him to fall on.

Eventually, Danny gave up and began to crawl forward on his hand and knees, calling out every so often. His mouth was uncooperative when it came to forming words, but it didn't stop him from making a decently loud "Eh!" sound every once in a while.

Then, after a few hours of crawling and yelling through the snow, he heard footsteps. Actually, he felt more than heard them, heavy, thumping footsteps that sent vibrations through the snow. Involuntarily, Danny began to cry again. Was this why babies cried all the time? They just couldn't stop themselves if they wanted to.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, and Danny couldn't run, so he just sat there, tugged on his floppy ears, and cried, hoping whatever monster appeared might take pity on him and at least kill him quickly—bite his head off in one big chomp, like he was a gummy bear, so he wouldn't have to suffer.

Finally, the monster rounded a massive jutting spike of ice, and Danny saw what it was. It looked like a yeti, with jagged, icy horns, huge teeth and claws, and glowing yellow eyes. Its left arm was made of ice, through which the bones were visible.

Danny cried louder, and the yeti knelt down, shushing him gently, and reached out with its soft, left arm.

"Shh," he said, in a deep, soothing voice. "Hush, little one. You did well in getting this far, and I'm so proud of you. I shall take you the rest of the way, little one."

Hesitantly, Danny let his tears lighten up, and allowed the yeti to scoop his tiny body into his huge arm and carry him off.

"I am Frostbite," the yeti introduces as he walked. "This is the Realm of the Far Frozen, home to all yeti, including you, little one. And I am its ruler."

As the yeti spoke, Danny looked up at him intently, hanging onto every word. So he was a baby yeti, then. Had he been reincarnated after—a stark fear and discomfort gripped him as he remembered again what had happened to him before winding up here. It must've killed him, he realized belatedly.

Frostbite gently hushed him again. "Shh, shh, little one," he said softly, stroking a frozen claw against the fluffy fur of Danny's face. "You have very intelligent eyes for one so young," the yeti observed. "It's almost as if you can even understand me. And I sense turmoil within you. Did something distressing happen on your journey? Or perhaps... before."

Danny tried to speak, but only succeeded in making a some infantile babbling noises and staring up at frostbite with huge eyes.

"You know, you have rather unusual eyes for a yeti. Most of us have yellow sclera and dark irises, but yours are green, with irises of pale blue," Frostbite mused.

Danny blinked owlishly at him. He hadn't seen his own eyes since showing up in this place of existence, wherever it was, so he hadn't known that. He wondered if it meant anything.

As if in answer, Frostbite said, "It would seem you are favored by the ectoplasm, the very energy of which everything in the Infinite Realms is constructed. That makes you rather special indeed.

"Once we get back to the village, I will take you to the soothsayer. She will divine your name, and determine your ideal parentage. Perhaps today will finally be the day I get to claim a child for my own."

Unsure what to say to that, and unable to say anything regardless, Danny kept staring at the yeti. This was his life, now, it would seem. Or perhaps his afterlife.

As he said, Frostbite carried Danny into a frozen, but cozy-looking village full of yetis. As soon as they saw Danny, several of them came over to coo and fawn over him, and Frostbite made his way to the soothsayer's hut very slowly as he had to keep stopping every few feet to let someone get a good look at Danny. It was overwhelming, and it wasn't long before Danny buried his face in Frostbite's fluffy chest to avoid their eyes.

Finally, the light changed, and Danny looked up to see that he'd been taken into a small, dimly lit hut draped in cloth and furs. In the center of the room was a low fire pit full of glowing coals and embers, circled by worn, blue cushions.

"Galacia," Frostbite called out gently. "Are you here?"

"I live here," croaked an old woman's voice.

Frostbite and Danny both jumped with a start, and looked over to see and elderly, hunched over female yeti. The white fur framing her face was longer and braided, and she war a twisted, golden circlet. One of her horns was broken, and one of her eyes was milky white, and a blue shawl with gold trim was draped over her shoulders.

"I see you've brought me a child," Galacia said. "Let's have a look at him."

She reached out with two skinny, bony arms, and Frostbite gently lowered Danny into them. Danny had been bracing himself for hard angles digging into him, but with the both of them being covered in fur, it wasn't any less comfortable than being held by Frostbite.

"What is his name, Galacia?" Frostbite asked.

"Well, let's just see, shall we?"

She stepped just outside, to where a crowd was gathered, and shifted Danny so he was being help in just one of her arms. Then she reached up with the other to grab one her her braids and ran her fingers down to the tassel at the end. She lifted the tassel to Danny's nose and tickled it.

Danny giggled for a moment, until he felt a sneeze coming on.

"Ah-choo!" He sniffed.

Galacia stared intently at the cloud of condensation that puffed and curled up into the air above him when he sneezed, humming thoughtfully, and when it dissipated she nodded. He waited for her to declare his name was Danny, but instead, she said something completely different.

"He shall be named Polaris, after the star of the north, which is steadfast, enduring, and a guiding light to its people, always there to point the way," the soothsayer announced.

Danny—no... Polaris felt an icy calmness settle into his chest, a rightness like he had never felt before. Though he hadn't been expecting it, it did logically follow that since he was now a yeti, he would be given a yeti name. He'd never met humans named Frostbite, or Galacia, a yeti couldn't be named something so mundane as Danny. Plus... it felt both fitting, and incredibly flattering to be named after a star.

"And... what shall be his parentage," Frostbite asked. He was standing behind Galacia now, in the doorway of the hut. Danny—Polaris could see him over the soothsayer's shoulder, looking hesitantly hopeful.

She put her cold hand on Polaris' soft chest, and closed her eyes, and hummed a low, rattling hum. Then, at once, she stopped cold and her eyes snapped open once more.

"He shall be the son of our leader, of course," Galacia declared. "He shall be raised by our great ruler, and trained to lead and protect the tribe. And when, a thousand years from now, he takes his father's place, we will know that we can trust him with our lives."

Frostbite absolutely beamed at that answer, his eyes glistening with hope, and pride, and joy.

Galacia grabbed Polaris with both hands and thrust him into the air like Simba in the lion king.

"I present to the tribe, Polaris, son of Frostbite, heir to the Realm of the Far Frozen."

The assembled yetis cheered as Frostbite took his new son into his arms with a thousand watt smile.

"I will take good care of you, my son," Frostbite promised.

The baby couldn't help smiling and giggling in the joyous atmosphere, but deep inside him was a heavy trepidation. He wondered if he would be able to hold onto his memories from his life before, as Danny, or if they would fade in time, replaced by his memories as Polaris. He wondered which he would prefer.

Would Sam, and Tucker, and his parents come to look for him? Was there even the slightest possibility of them recognizing him as he was now, if they were even able to find him? Would he be able to fit in with the other yetis if he'd once been human. Had any of the others been human like him, before becoming covered in white fur.

Frostbite held Polaris close against his fur and promised that everything would be fine, that he would always be safe and cared for, and Danny believed him. He believed that everything would be okay.

#danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #dp frostbite #yetis #lore #phic phight #phic phight 24 #fic #things i wrote #fluff