#lore???

[oh-snapperss]

WHAT IS THIS .

#ethoslab #FUCKUNG WHAT #IRL PIC??? IN 2024???? #WHAT THE FUCK #HOOOLY SHIT #LORE??? #WHAT THE FUCKING HELL???

[vacantfields]

Is it loss, if you were programmed to care? Is it grief, if you were programmed to love?

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Wanted to sketch some Ellie (: yeah she cries some sort of oil KSJHGKSJH

#dca fandom #Dca oc ellie #dca oc #fnaf oc #sketch #doodle #lore??? #lore??????

[hei-n1cky]

Very dizzy

#qsmp roier #lore??? #spoilers? #qroier #qsmp #roier #roierqsmp

[sporadic-doodles]

I have fallen head-first into Worldless brainrot, and I just wanted to share something I noticed:

If you look at the charge attacks for most enemies, they match up with the color of their natures (Blue to blue, and orange to orange). But for Edda and Aven, their colors are swapped -- Edda's charged bow & sword glow orange and Aved's fist & whip glow blue.

#worldless #worldless game #worldless aven #worldless edda #rambles #lore??? #*eyes*

[coulsart]

How old is Odette? Does she have any family?

She's 25 years old and her birthday is October 9th! Her circumstances are very unfortunate despite her relatively positive outlook. (Bear in mind ahead is going to be a massive WIP.)

(YES, BABY FACE RUNS IN THE FAMILY) She never knew her dad and her mother unfortunately is no longer in her life. She had an older brother, Terry, who was a lot older than her, 45, who her mother had very young. Despite his rough start he excelled in school and eventually made it into the engineering field. He did what he could to take care of Odie when mom left the picture, keeping her out of trouble and encouraging her as best he can to pursue her dreams. But he fell ill suddenly And passed away within a couple of years. She really didn't take it well at all. For a period of time she couldn't function at all, but she pulled through. All his assets were passed down to her, as she was the only one on his will. He wanted to make sure she was set even if something happened to him, and didn't want some estranged family member to try and swoop in and take it. THANKS FOR THE QUESTION

#couls doodles #odette #lore??? #oc #ocs #wip

[tiredpinkpanda]

Larry may not remember most of his childhood, but he made sure to grew up big and strong for his mom

#Larry #lore???

[ericvelseb666]

Mono when she find out how much Nina ex have

Mono: ...... so lemme get this straight, Your exs were a candy worker[Rick], a officer[jack], and a kidnapper[Frank]..... is there other exs of yours that I been missing or what

[BTW, I give mono a new design]

Yep Nina has ex's whom she had a very good healthy relationships with....little story time!

Rick and Nina had a very good healthy relationship where they almost took their relationship to the next step...marriage, this was the first time that Rick smiled since he had Nina in his life, Nina was able to make Rick smile for the first time

Jack and Nina were in a pretty good relationship with jack mostly working all the time and hardly home while Nina being a stay-at-home girlfriend (before she opened her bakery), she didn't mind actually since she would have time for herself and prepare dinner for Jack

Quite shocking huh? Their relationship was pretty stander, they had their ups and downs but it was still a healthy relationship, Frank was mostly flirting with Nina all the time since Nina mostly went for night walks till Frank had the courage to ask her out and ended up together

But there is a rumor that Nina gave each of them something as a remembrance of her...I'll let y'all guess what that could be

Other exs? Hmm.....

Maybe him????????? (Don't give me any ideas)

#spooky month #sr pelo #spooky month rick #spooky month frank #spooky month jack #spooky month kevin #nina velseb spooky month #nina velseb #spooky month sr pelo #oc x canon #rick hedony #rick hedony spooky month #jack spooky month #storytime #lore???

[puttinguziandninplaces]

Idk if you have already done it but put them in Level 0, Level 1, level !, and Level Fun in the backrooms

Hey this place seems pretty fun!!

Oh look it’s plushy N and Uzi!! Uhm, rendered N and Uzi? Why are you guys hiding?

Plushy N and Uzi… where is rendered N and Uzi?

N! Uzi! What HAPPENED to you guys!???

#murder drones #n murder drones #uzi murder drones #Get backroomsed #Lore??? #idk maybe

[nova-they-exist-yup]

also whiteboard drawings from last night

#cj mind #cj soul #chonny jash #cj heart #chonnys charming chaos compendium #what is that? reset 333 soul???? #lore??? #:3 #heheheheheh #btw on reset 333 soul drawing: #lyric is from marching by ic3peak (translated into english #) #cw blood

[theknifeclown]

Gloom Twilight ref!!

I tweaked his design a bit, much happier with how balanced this one is, he was a wee bit too purple lol

Info dump about him below 👇

Gloom Twilight is actually very anxious and depressed, but can mask it easily (most days sometimes he has really bad off days) it's implied he takes medicine for the anxiety which is why he is always tired and seems so relaxed, when I'm his silly mind he is arguing with himself over basic things like "did I leave the oven on?" Whenever his social battery is low he will begin to start disassociating more he will get more tired, he'll start to space off, he won't engage, and he'll start to try and find ways to leave the situation as politely as he can. When he gets home he takes the mask off and decompresses which usually can mean sobbing

On really bad days he refuses to be social, he just can't do it, everything is way too loud, or too bright or everything, and he just would much prefer not to. He always comes back! He just needs some time...

His house and the whole situation there is a whole separate post lol

I am working on it tho don't worry!

#welcome home #welcome home oc #welcome home original character #gloom twilight #Lore??? #On my blog??? #More likely than you think

[circesays]

The Beginning and The Discovery (part 1)

The Betrayal (part 2)

The Change (part 3)

By the time the Sheriff finally left the boy’s side, the sun was starting to peek into the dustbowl.

(He was far too light, far too easy to scoop up and lay on the couch in the office. Jimmy easily moved his limbs into a comfortable position, like a child putting a doll down for a nap.)

He needed- he needed to do something. Anything. As he went through the houses, breezing through plastic, untouched doors, (dollhouses don’t need locks-) the Sheriff’s sorrow grew.

(One joke. How could it have come to this?)

Some people were still asleep in bed, not even awake when they’d changed, their eyes painted to appear closed. Others collapsed- a father slumped over his newly-polished pickaxe, an older brother wrapped protectively around his sister’s figure, a girl who barely managed to get to the couch and away from a burning stove.

(One house had two women, hands intertwined, collapsed on the way to a bedroom on the first floor. Both were reaching for the door, eyes flat and dull, when they fell.)

“Plan ahead,” Jimmy mumbled, carefully moving his people’s limbs into comfortable positions. Cautiously checking each person’s heart for the pit pat that meant they were alive. “Step one- shelter.”

(Plan ahead, follow steps, don’t fall apart, stay strong, they need you-)

He couldn’t leave them in their homes like this. The doors no longer had locks, the houses were spread across the dustbowl. He couldn’t easily check their condition.

(He couldn’t make sure they were all alive.)

So with all his willpower, the Sheriff left their sides to build.

(And oh, how leaving hurt. Every step away felt like betrayal.)

The building was ugly, but he didn’t care. (Nobody was around to tease him about it anyways.) It just had to be stable. Cobblestone foundation with a well-supported brick roof. Only a few windows, strategically placed at angles where sunlight could still enter the room but pillagers couldn’t see his defenseless citizens. Heavy iron doors, powered by levers so he could keep them open while he worked.

(Beds, dozens of beds, and triple the pillows. Every piece of cloth Jimmy had went into creating a comfortable space. As night fell, he went to every home, taking each bed and writing down the owner.)

(When everyone wakes up, he reasoned, they’ll want to wake up in their own bed.)

It took the entire rest of the day to finish the shelter, and the following night to move furniture. The Sheriff never stopped for breaks- the town was spawn-proofed, after all, and he couldn’t sleep, no matter how tired he felt.

(As dawn crested the mesa once more, Jimmy began moving his people, carefully cradling each of them in his arms as he delicately lay them down in their beds.)

(Couples were kept together. Families would wake up next to their loved ones. Even pets, lying still in their beds, were given comfortable blankets and soft pillows beside their companions.)

When the task was finally done, each citizen of Tumble Town tucked into their bed, the door firmly locked, Jimmy sat on the porch of his office and mourned the silence for what felt like hours.

“Step two, communication,” he recited, barely holding back a flinch as he heard his own voice.

(It was low and quiet and rough. Almost lifeless. The string in his throat tugged with every word.)

(“Won’t you play with me?”)

Step two would usually be food, or water. Jimmy was almost grateful that it was no longer necessary.

(Almost, because his people were lying still. Almost, because his people weren’t dead, but they weren’t alive, either.)

He thought back to the letters on his desk, unfinished and stained with ink. The last plan they’d made was to send their canaries as messengers, carrying their letters.

(It was a useless endeavor. Every canary had turned into a wooden figurine, frozen in the middle of a song or mid-flight or preening.)

(Cursed, just like him. Cursed, just like them.)

Using his communicator was out. The night the horses changed, the Sheriff found that his had turned into a fake, toy version- the kind kids played with before they got their first comm. Useless.

(A kind father, one of his citizens, rubbed his back as he held the toy, useless, useless communicator tight, gently prying it out of his hands before he accidentally crushed it in his white-knuckled grip.)

(He’d murmured, “It’s not your fault, Sheriff. We don’t blame you. Come on, the town meeting is about to begin.”)

(The man was next to his wife under a cyan comforter, their son curled up between them.)

Someone had suggested that they fly. Tumble Town’s main export was gunpowder for a reason- their rockets were the most powerful and reliable for sustained flight. If the Sheriff went to their closest allies, he could get help.

But the creepers weren’t ready for a gunpowder harvest yet, and the rockets made out of their existing stock wouldn’t fire. It took many hours of frustrated tinkering before they realized that their gunpowder had turned to kinetic sand.

(Kinetic sand, of all things. The woman who spilled her gunpowder into her water cup spent a full fifteen seconds staring in shock before she finally started yelling for the other engineers.)

(Her bed was smaller, but she was wrapped up in a red blanket beside her best friend. The two were inseparable.)

Walking was the last option they debated. One of the best riders in town offered to sprint to the nearest settlement. “I can be like that guy that ran the marathon,” they grinned. A girl gently smacked her friend’s head. “Honestly, stupid. The nearest settlement is chunks out. It’d take at least two weeks on foot! What do you think you’ll do if you get hurt, hm?”

(The Sheriff made sure their bed was next to their friend’s, chuckling helplessly as he remembered their bickering back and forth about everything and anything as he placed a teddy bear under their arm.)

So that plan was scrapped. The townspeople knew that their only hope was that an ambassador came by for a trade deal, or one of the rulers ran out of gunpowder.

(Together, but alone. So very alone.)

Jimmy placed his head in his hands. He was exhausted. He hadn’t slept in a little over three weeks. There was no way for him to recover energy.

But his people were alive. His people were alive, and the only thing he could do was make sure they stayed that way.

“Step three,” whispered the wind. “Keep them safe.”

(So the Sheriff patrolled, and paced, and checked heartbeats for the pit pat, pit pat of life.)

…

(Around the hearts of his people, a golden shield kept grasping, green strings away.)

#empires smp #jimmy solidarity #empires smp season 2 #solidarity jimmy #solidaritygaming #some minor oc townspeople #Tumble Town #angst #Cursed Toy AU #toy jimmy #still some minor body horror #this is mostly just sad honestly #more sadness for Jimmy :( #except- what’s this? hmmm? #lore???

[kieshartzishere]

"Am I the ONLY one seeing what I see?"

It's been doing that for a bit now...

#lore??? #maybe. #...just to clarify I did NOT make Flüffy #I have no idea what it is #but I may as well take the chance to build my own character. #rtumblr #rtumblr kiesha #Flüffy #???? yeah sure fuck it

[askryuu]

https://www.tumblr.com/askryuu/732023903717867520/ryuu-i-think-you-like-atsushi?source=share

Atsushi read this, I think you need to comfort Ryuu.

he …what?

fuck i’ll be back

hey if neither me or him answer asks tonight don’t freak okay? i just- fucking hell ill be back

#ask bsd #ask blog #atsushi asks #LORE???

[knockout-writes-a-novel]

words. part 2!

OK OK OK i know its been a minute, but i swear i haven't given up on writing. i have like 10 different scenes written but now i just have to bring out the red string and bulletin board and start duct taping them together lmao. so in celebration of the OG post hitting 100 notes, here is the long overdue part 2! its, again, just a snippet of the full work (which i will post here as well as on ao3 upon its completion.) i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i have enjoyed writing it!

Pairing(s): John x Jack (Smokydonuts)

Work Summary: A seven-year journey following John as he deals with the loss of his wife, raises a kid, and falls in love again.

Chapter Summary: The aftermath of the blizzard. John and Jack (almost) talk about unspoken grief. (+ a bonus snippet 2 years into the future.)

Warning(s): It's mostly fluff, but it starts out a tad bit angsty. oops lmao

Word Count: 606

(Bonus: 220 :3)

Charlotte was asleep, still as a rock and laying in a bassinet. It was sometime around 5 am, though they couldn’t be sure as neither one wanted to check the clock, preferring ignorant bliss over knowing just how bad their sleep schedules had become. Charlie’s cries had awakened them both, and after tending to her they stood across from each other next to her crib, almost like a standoff. John's arms were crossed, holding his elbows in his hands. He looked down at the floor. He couldn’t bear looking Jack in the eyes. John spoke first.

“I’m sorry. It’s just-”

“Don’t be sorry,” Jack spoke softly. “I’m here to help; you have nothing to be sorry for.”

He finally looked up at Jack. “I- I just don’t know what to do. Lola’s gone, I have a newborn I have to take care of- I’m a mess, of course you know that...” John sighed heavily, holding himself tighter as if he’d shatter if he didn’t. Wordlessly, Jack walked up to him and hugged him, resting his chin on his head. John quickly returned it, holding him tight. They stayed like that for a while, John crying into Jack’s shoulder. Neither said anything; there wasn’t much to say at all. The only noise that broke the silence was the ticking of a wall clock, and a soft wind which blew the falling snow outside, alongside John's soft sobs.

Eventually, they broke apart and sat on the couch. John rubbed at his eyes, trying to regain some semblance of calmness. Jack stayed close, his arm around the other cop’s shoulder. A bit more grounded, John cleared his throat.

“How did you do that?” He asked, trying to change the subject. He never liked being vulnerable like this.

“Hm?”

“How did you know what to do when Charlie was crying?”

“I’m the oldest of four; I've learned a thing or two,” Jack smirked, deciding to go with it.

John smiled at that and the tension once in the air seemed to melt, at least a little.

“We both should get some sleep, though,” John suggested. Jack stretched his arms and yawned.

“Yeah, definitely. I hope you don’t mind that I'm staying in your guest room.” He smiled sheepishly.

“Not at all. I owe you a lot for this.”

“Nah, we’ll call it even.”

John shrugged. “We’ll see about that.”

They both stood and got ready to settle into bed yet again.

~~~

Sunlight poured into the guest bedroom through the plastic blinds. Jack buried his face in his pillow, before giving up and checking his phone for the time. 10:24 am.

“Ugh-”

He managed to roll out of bed, seeing the extra pair of clothes he brought. Changing quickly, he looked in the small mirror hung on the wall. Not too bad for the horrible night of sleep, actually. Running his fingers through his hair, he fixed it to his liking and tiptoed into the living room.

“John?” He whispered. Unsurprisingly, John and Charlie were both still asleep in the living room. Dull light filled the room as the sky was cloudy and overcast, snow piled on the ground.

“I’ll just call in sick…” Jack muttered, glancing at the unopened can of soup. He’d leave it there for John, in case he needed it. He could just return the blanket whenever. Stretching, he grabbed his other belongings and left as silently as he could, ready for the short drive home. He locked the door behind him and made a mental note to text John later to make sure he was alright. He stepped over the threshold, out into the cold.

~~~

(Bonus!)

John sat at the table with a bowl of oatmeal, Charlie kicking her feet and smacking the tray in her highchair happily beside him.

“Here,” he said, scooping some onto a small rubbery spoon. He held it out to Charlie, but she only looked at it suspiciously.

“C’mon kid, eat.”

She blew a raspberry at him.

He sighed. “One more chance, Cinnamon. Nom.”

She stared at him like he was stupid.

“Jack?” he yelled across the house, turning away from the two-year old.

“Yeah?” Jack yelled back from another room.

“Do you think she can have honey?”

“I don't see why not!”

John got up and opened a cupboard.

“You win this time.”

Getting a bottle of honey, he opened the cap and drizzled some on the oatmeal, then sat down. He held the spoon out to her again, and she happily ate.

“There we go!” He tugged gently on the spoon to no avail.

“Uh-” He tried once more. “-I want the spoon back, please.”

She held strong.

“I… do not get paid enough for this.” He let go of the spoon, leaving it dangling in her mouth. She promptly spit it out onto the table.

“Bah!” She made a sound, smiling happily, clearly enjoying the honey. John chucked despite himself as she banged on the tray again.

#words. #ITS GOOD TO BE BACK! #writing #fanfiction #jack spooky month #john spooky month #spooky month #smokydonuts #smokeydonuts #ive seen it spelt both ways so idk #sorry this one is a bit shorter! i went *hard* on the first tbh #lore???

[veeisqueer]

Au? Cannon?? Theory???

I don't post on Tumblr that much, but I noticed something in Jimmy's newest episode. As Jimmy asks The Old Sheriff what his name is he says he can not say, I know this is crazy but what if the Old Sheriff is one of the Listeners it kinda makes sense. The Listeners like keeping there self hidden and they may be following Jimmy from server to server, I also had another theory that the Cod council from S1 are also Listeners because of how they acted towards Jim like they were manipulating him into doing stuff he didn't want to do. I reckon that the Listeners are Linked to Jimmy in some way or form so in every server, Jimmy is in they are also in and since they like to keep their identity hidden (as in the Listeners) maybe they can disguise themselves as identities or as humans?

I would love to hear your opinion on this :)

#empires smp #esmp #jimmy solidarity #Evoloutionsmp #evo smp #listener jimmy #lore???

[commatoes]

SCAR. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN

#grian #hermitcraft #hc s9 #what the fuck grain #WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT #I AM IN PAIN #LORE??? #STILL NOT OVER THE END BITS WTF I JUST.. WHAT #GRRGRGGR BRAIN ROTTING #i need help