#lore;

[ringleaderising]

"I think we're supposed to be doing something. Something important."

"Well if it was important we wouldn't have forgotten about it."

"I suppose you have a point."

"I always have a point, Lore."

#Lore; #Chronicle; #Who on earth could these two be? :3c

[hotchocolatejedi]

Portrayal Distinction:

A Character Study of Viktor’s Luke Skywalker.

Affinity for the Dark Side Like his aspect in Legends/EU, my Luke has a predilection for the Dark Side. He seeks to learn about his darker self so he might gain balance within the Force, but of course, he falls prey to it on his discovery. This doesn’t make him evil. It only makes him increasingly complex. After all, learning from the shadow can bolster the light. He further grows by embracing his dark side to grow his Order of Jedi.

Trolling Behavior He’s the sort of guy to order chocolate milk / hot chocolate at a cantina, surprise his apprentices with random acts of humor, and be sarcastic. His quick wit is also showcased here.

Electric Judgement Luke has become a realized individual, allowing him to pull on Dark Side abilities for the greater good. Coalescing his feelings of hope and justice allow him to create green lightning, also called Electric or Emerald Judgement.

Dual wields a shoto and his regular lightsaber Due to his encounter with Lumiya and her lightwhip, he has two sabers on him at all times: his red shoto and his green saber.

The White Crystal In his later years, he swaps his green crystal for a white one.

Ponchos His love of ponchos is an inside joke between him and all he cares about. They seem especially keen to pick on Luke for his fashion sense--- and Luke doesn’t mind it one bit.

Extremely caring A hero is only as strong as his heart. And Luke has a large one full of compassion and caring. Despite this, he tries to let his sense of justice overrule his emotions, but he’s impulsive. He’ll do anything for those he cares about.

His Jedi Academy - the Praxeum Luke’s Jedi Academy is currently rebuilding itself on Yavin 4. With the vast array of Jedi & Sith Temples, Yavin 4 is a perfect place to learn from older masters... and create a new Order that surpasses the old.

Has an Ewok child named Brink that he adopted After the battle on Endor, Luke found a baby Ewok that was orphaned. She attached to him and they formed a close bond. She’s Force Sensitive, and though they have a bit of a communication barrier, they are close. Luke trains her. 

#lore; #meta; #headcanon;

[xaallo]

I’m about to go to work in 10 or so minutes but.

You know how in sci-fi movies when the humans finally get on the alien ship, the controls might be weird, but size-wise everything is more or less a comfy fit?

Not in the confederation. The average size-range that most species fall into is 6 to 8 feet. Humans can get these sizes, sure, but most of us tend to hang out in the 5 foot range and we would be considered among the smaller alien.

The Skeir are the closest to us in size:

And they are still quite big, despite being on the lower end of average for species.

#Lore; #//humans are small and pathetic #ooc

[redrook]

old German lady gave me acupuncture today

she lifted up my shirt, saw my top surgery scars, and immediately went "WHOA! What caused THIS?"

my fellow comrades, it took every atom of my strength not to just say the funniest lie I could think of on the spot.

#redrook lore #old german lady

[atissi]

i don't really like when people say dungeon meshi is accidentally good autistic representation, because while i understand not wanting to make conclusions without explicit confirmation from the author, there's always the weird assumption that non-western authors somehow don't know about things like neurodivergency/queerness/etc. (on top of the assumptions that east asian authors are somehow more naive or oblivious to "western" social issues).

given that dungeon meshi started being published in 2014, it's not really a "work belonging to its times"—it's as contemporary as any other media we discuss on this site, which means it should be fair to assume it engages with contemporary topics (and at the very least, you shouldn't say that the representation is accidental with so much confidence)

but anyways, the chapter "perfect communication" in ryoko kui's "terrarium in a drawer" is some of the most straightforward autistic representation I've seen, and from now on I'm going to assume that laios's character writing is absolutely intentional in that regard:

#beepbeep.txt #dungeon meshi #ryoko kui #this is me trying to explain h/ollow knight lore #also yayyyy reading new things. chapter 18 'spring' is basically UFUT if you squint (sorry for the jumpscare if you know UFUT) #but the last two pages were such a surprising gut punch....it's hard not to see it as a metaphor for both the experience of raising childre #and of taking care of your parents in old age....aughh....

[paintdoktahwho]

#15 is drinking an espresso martini btw #dw #doctor who #ncuti gatwa #david tennant #christopher eccleston #jodie whittaker #matt smith #peter capaldi #timeless child #so much fucking lore #9th doctor #10th doctor #11th doctor #war doctor #12th doctor #13th doctor #14th doctor #15th doctor #fanart #this was my first time drawing 13 and i really like how i decided to draw her

[professionalchaoticdumbass]

he transitioned, it's hatsune mike now

#alright enough about mikuo please its like every other reblog im sorry i dont know the secret hatsune miku lore

[lorettapetrichor]

#lore talks

[miseria-fortes-viros]

man sometimes i really want to get back into welding but then i remember that the guys from the first course i took won’t be there and change my mind

#helenaposting #helena lore #barbi.txt

[possuminnit]

my fav thing about having ocs is having a basic line of lore for them but as soon as someone asks me about them I completely bullshit everything I tell them. Yeah this wasn't true like 5 minutes ago but now it is

#possuminnit.thoughts #sometimes i do make lore but most often than not i wait til someone asks me and i make it up on the spot

[gallusrostromegalus]

I was raised agnostic and tend to remain ambiguous on theological matters.

-but my house has a porch on the second story that affords me a terrific view of my neighborhood and the Colorado Front Range and I was partaking of some peace before the 4th Of July Finger-Loss Festivities begin, and I have had a

~*Spiritual Experience*~

I just watched my neighbor try to unload an actual wooden pallet that had to have been forklifted into the back of his insecurity pickup worth of fireworks.

Except that he does not have a forklift in his garage.

He does have so much sports memorabilia and cardboard boxes of unsold MLM Merchandise and patriotically themed camping gear and posters of women in bikinis and flags of suspect political organizations in his garage that there is only BARELY enough space for the fireworks and certainly none for his truck.

So he had to unload the individual boxes of recreational explosives from the back of his truck and stack them in the minimal space he had cleared by hand. This is a tedious and time-consuming process as this neighbor has purchased a wide variety of recreational and locally illegal explosives instead of many of just a few types, so the individual boxes are rather small.

He begins, and this is crucial to what happens next, by cutting apart the industrial-grade saran wrap his explosives dealer had so carefully wrapped his merchandise in, and discarded it unsecured on his lawn.

Where Outdoor Conditions sometimes happen.

His process for unloading the fireworks is to 1. Climb up through the gate into the bed of his pickup truck (a feat made unusually difficult due to the slope of his driveway, and this man's fascinating decision to wear the world's Siffest and least Flexible Denim Overalls. 2. Once in the pickup bed, he selects ONE (1) box from the pile He is apparently from a niche religious institution that doesn't believe in stacking things. 3. Carries it awkwardly around the palette that barely fits in the truck bed 4. His wife yells "Be careful!" when he nearly falls out of the pickup. 5. He Yells "SHADDUP!" back at her. 6. The Large German Shepherd barks from inside the house. 7. He yells "SHADDUP!" back at her too. 8. He sets the (1) box down on the gate 9. Slowly and awkwardly climbs out of the pickup bed 10. picks the box back up, and carries it into the garage.

Question: Aren't you going to help this poor man? Answer: Absolutely Not.

There's four military veterans, MANY dogs, and several people with dementia in this neighborhood, all of whom are terrified by this chicanery every year and many neighbors have repeatedly asked him to maybe do the fireworks somewhere else. (This is the Eighth Year Running he's held a major demolition event in his driveway, and for those of you who can do math, you may be able to guess the precipitating incident to this little ritual) Additionally, I live in Colorado, a state marginally less prone to spontaneous and catastrophic conflagrations than a rotting grain silo, but only marginally. Our recreational explosives laws are written accordingly.

I am in fact calling the Non Emergency line to report Fireworks violations, and reading off the brand labels to someone named Dorothy, who is gleefully totaling up a SPECTACULAR fine for my oblivious neighbor.

However, while I'm on the phone with Dorothy, I notice the wind begin to pick up. and by "Notice" I mean "The Industrial Saran Wrap he left on his Lawn earlier is suddenly swept up about 100 feet into the air by an updraft intense enough to make my ears pop" And by "Pick Up" I mean "I look up to see the sky has turned a fun and exciting shade of glass green, and the bottoms of the clouds are bumpy and rounded, and the overall effect is not unlike looking up through the bottom of the cup at God's Matcha Boba Tea."

For those of you who do not live in places with Inclement Weather, these conditions mean "You have about 30 seconds before a Major Meteorological Event Occurs."

I move under the eaves. "Hang on Dorothy." I say, nose filling with Petrichor. "The show is about to be cancelled." "Oh, that doesn't matter!" Dorothy cheerfully informs me. "It's illegal for him just to possess those, no matter if he actually gets to set them off or not." "Terrific, because he's gotten maybe five boxes out of a hundred inside."

Sometimes, the weather gods are Merciful and give you a verbal warning, typically in the kind of thunderclap that makes your ears ring.

The Gods were not merciful today.

It's not often that I am in the time, place, correct angle or in a properly observational frame of mind to see this, But I got to see it today. Huh. I thought. I've never seen a cloud just DIVE for the ground before. Oh. I realized as it got closer. That's RAIN.

Sometimes, a thunderstorm will form in such a way that the rain that would normally be distributed over an area of say, five to tent square miles, is instead concentrated into an area of say, my neighborhood exactly.

So today, I was granted the rare privilege of being able to actually see the literal wall of water descend from On High and DIRECTLY onto my porch, my street, and my neighbor's truck, and his pile of unwrapped fireworks.

The sheer impact force of the downpour immediately scatters the teetering pile of fireworks boxes in the back of the truck, like the wrath of God striking down the tower of Babel. Boxes tumble, then are washed out of the bed of the truck by the deluge. Smaller Boxes are carried down the road in a little line by the stream forming in the gutter, like little impotent explosive ducklings.

My neighbor was definitely yelling something, but I could not hear what over the DEAFENING noise several million gallons of water makes upon high-speed contact with the earth's surface, but there was a lot of arm-waving and faces turning red as he went looking for the saran wrap that had probably blown to Nebraska by now, while his wife started disassembling the complex three-dimensional puzzle of interlocking material goods in search of a tarp. They do not have a tarp. They have one of those wretched Thin Blue Line flags though, and my neighbor jogs out in a futile effort to cover what's left in the truck.

Which is when the hail begins.

"HELLO?" Yelled Dorothy. "HI!" I shouted. "WE'RE HAVING SOME WEATHER!" "OH GOOD!" she shouts back. "WE NEED THE MOISTURE!"

I watch for a minute longer, but the loss was immediate and catastrophic- the hail is the size of marbles and dense and cares not for your pitiful cardboard and cellophane, ripping the boxes asunder and punching holes in the few things covered in plastic. The colors on the Thin Blue Line Flag are seeping all over the remains of that it was supposed to protect in a particularly apt visual metaphor. Not even the few boxes that made it into the garage are spared, as the German Shepherd escapes from indoors, and in an attempt to assist her humans, jumps directly into the small stack of not-yet-ruined boxes, scattering them into the driveway and deluge. She even picks one up so her humans will chase her around the yard, before dropping it in the gutter to be swept away.

So. I was raised Agnostic -but even I can recognize when God slaps someone upside the head and shouts "NO!" at them.

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#Family Lore #Long Post #Local Man Experiences Local Weather

[monstermonger]

Another prophecy fulfilled…

#art #fantasy art #cat #cats #nya #theres some silly lore behind this one #inks #ink art #black cat #traditional art

[lampgate]

this is KILLING MEEEEE

#i'm so sorry to the op of this tiktok that has to now endure 10k+ people applying spn lore to them

[xaallo]

The Soll’Nu Galaxy is the Star System of Origin for the Margaven and Eusollon species, as well as several others. It is the oldest known life-bearing Galaxy, being some 3.79 Billion Years Old (Compared to the Milky Way’s 13. 61 Billion), making it one of the several Galaxies born at the Dawn of Existence.

It hosts the Planet Hifrandius, among other planets, and had a decent population of fauna, both sapient and not. Some 337 Species were born in this Galaxy; most of them were lost to the Eusollon Swarm, which are the current masters of Soll’Nu and it’s dominant life form, a title they wrested from the Margavens in many long and bloody wars of attrition.

#Lore; #// *comes in posts lore and then fucks off* #mun art #margavens

[redrook]

can't have shit in Baltimore

#redrook lore #did not get shot

[paperbagedhead]

What if we hyperfixated together? 😗 JK JK... unless- 😏

#i love drawing these little thingie madooles #adhd creature #autism creature #adhd #autism #tbh creature #btw creature #hyperfixation #creature lore #my art #5k