#ron

The design changes they had in the 202X lore look brutal 🔥

The lore is about a scientific organization experimenting with anomalous entities, which accidentally leads to the creation of Bob, a conscious AI that becomes dangerous. From there everything collapses into chaos: broken timelines, failed clones, curses, characters trapped in digital dimensions, and conflicts between the scientists themselves.

It originally started as a joke FNF mod, but the 2025 lore turns it into a much bigger, darker, and more absurd story, mixing serious events with surreal comedy (Meri isn't part of the lore, she's a separate lore made by a fan, I like her new design lol)

Lore Recommended:

More fanarts I drew recently.

As a young eight-year-old when First reading the books I always wanted to be a writer.

And I really put her on a pedestal of this empowered, single mom that was scribbling Harry Potter notes on the corner of a napkin.

That wrote letters back-and-forth with the actress who played Luna Lovegood, before she was even in the movies. Who empathize with her being a child of divorce.

I truly looked up to her so much.

And yes, I think her being an upper class white woman in England, I now recognize some of the problematic racial tropes in her books (which I obviously did didn’t recognize at the time because I was a kid)

But I really am grieving becoming an adult and trying to reconcile who she was to me in my childhood, with a deeply hateful person now.

The Ferrano Brothers — Founders of the Twin Crown Cartel

In Kezan, every last sucker gets dirty eventually, but these two managed to swim in filth while counting their gold with clean gloves.

Reggie’s the brains: always smiling, always polite, voice smoother than goblin-engine oil. That grin of his never slips, even when he’s measuring exactly how many pieces you’re worth… dead or alive.

Ronnie's the brawn: a walking powder keg with a short fuse and a shorter temper. When the talking stops, the smashing starts. Loud. Messy. Profitable.

Together they hammered out the Twin Crown Cartel — the slickest, nastiest, most profitable shadow syndicate Kezan’s ever seen. Steel, steam, and straight-up terror, all wrapped in a shiny gold bow.

Reggie leans back in his custom throne, adjusting his cufflinks. “Crowns are forged from gold… or blood.”

Ron grins through a cloud of thick cigar smoke, cracking his knuckles. “We prefere both.”