#quick lore (probably)

[lynxfrost13]

Some HOPRs!

[theythemmer]

im trying to sleep but i can’t

how’d you know that?

[flowerakatsuka]

i can't remember if i ever mentioned this tidbit about them before — since their dad is an art teacher and encouraged all his kids to be creative from an early age, kuroba eventually picked up drawing as a hobby. they don't it as much as they used to, but it still comes in pretty handy sometimes with their job, ( especially when they're bored and need something to do with their hands. ) i imagine their style to be kinda like a simplified version of seizo watase's work.

[gothicrepetitions]

Unsure if this is an unpopular opinion but I think Viktor’s writing in Arcane s2 is just all over the place

[entering--hyperspace]

Leo is heavily mexican coded, so his take and beliefs on necromancy are very different to what we’re given in game. Anyway, I had an Idea for his reaper shroud to resemble the way we paint and decorate for diá de los muertos

[lancelil]

the O C s

[crowrave]

Just thought of something.

How do Mage Ages work????

Like, we know that they live to be around 400 years old. So is it like reverse dog years?

The average human lives to be around 70-100 years.

So they live like x4 the regular human lifespan.

Presumably Mages age differently?

Like, a fully grown adult might be 100 years for a mage. For a regular human, they’re old as hell.

We’ve already established the fact that the player is pretty young. Around 18 years old. Is 18 in Mage years, or non-magic years???

Like, obviously they probably didn’t think about it but it also leaves so many questions

Do Mages just grow like a regular child until they hit adulthood? Or is it like a 50 year old mage is still considered a teenager

There’s also the whole thing about perspective of time. How like yknow how elves think 100 years is like really short?? Think of it

I genuinely wanna know this could leave open so many funny scenarios

Edward: Captain, what do you mean by the project may take 10 years??

Crown: what do you mean? It’s a perfectly reasonable amount of time.

Edward: how is that reasonable? Enizor might as well die before it’s finished.

Crown: he’s a Mage, is he not? He’ll more than likely live another 200 years before he croaks.

Edward: wait what.

[real-live-human]

On Death, the Soul, and the Sky I

Arluk is fine.

Almost faster than they can think, the glaive slips past Arluk's shield. They just barely notice its blade glinting in the light before it's buried in their collarbone. There's a crunch, and a blinding jolt of pain, and then-

And then they're fine.

They doubt they'll ever get used to just how sudden resurrection is. Even as they stumble out of the portal back into the Café Acaria, they bite down to stifle a yelp of pain, but the pain is already gone. They instinctively reach up to rub their neck, but there's not so much as a scratch. They're just fine. Through their musings, they catch Mordecai mention something about runestones, and the group begins to depart. Off back to their guilds, they suppose. They hang back. Not like they have anywhere else to be.

They count back in their mind. That was their... fourth time dying? It's funny. Back when they were a cub, they had... never really wondered what happened after death. They knew the stories. The first time they were old enough to remember a clanmate dying, after the funeral ceremony, they remembered staying up all night, watching the sky. They had sworn they saw a flicker pass over the stars, the Black Vulture swooping down to guide another soul back up to its ancestors.

When they had signed on for the expedition, they had known they might die - the Palace Guard had made that thoroughly clear, probably the reason there were so few volunteers. But they had never really seriously thought about it. After all, why would they? Either they would survive, or they would be with their ancestors, so it had never seriously seemed like a problem.

Idiot.

Of course, they couldn't have known this would happen. But that does little to stop their frustration. Arluk stares back at the portal, a shimmering black curtain. They think about that night sky, years ago, and the shadow gliding silently down from the stars. They think about their own death: choking on acrid smoke, burning teeth and claws digging into their skin. They think about collapsing to the ground, staring up, and seeing nothing but Glass above them. They think about their corpse, half-eaten or rotting away, in a place of death that will never see the sky.

They had always wondered what it felt like, to be carried up out of this world at the end of your life.

They realised three deaths ago they will never know.

[cupcakewebkinz]

brachiosaurus…they’re so silly

or velociraptor!!!! I love velociraptors they’re interesting creatures

i love a lot of dinosaurs its hard to choose just one. I really should do more dino research

OUGH I LOVE THOSE TWO AS WELL

One of my siblings used to love velociraptors especially and would pretend to be one as a toddler

Oh how I miss those days... I miss being the sweet triceratops that was spared because I made the best choccy milk

We were so fucking weird, but we were thriving. Especially me, I especially loved pretending to eat the carpet and scaring my poor mom XD

I imagine my irl friend coming and reading this and immediately texting me "KAI YOU DID WHAT???"

Loni, if you see this.

I didn't actually eat the carpet I just pretended because I pretended it was grass lmao I'm okay

[microwavepopcorn]

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

um hello again hk community <3

I AM NOT BEATING THE KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR ALLEGATIONS .....

thank you to the number one superfan bestie @lovinglin for enabling me so bad she made hollow x ivie content faster than I did <3 please follow her <3

[nayru-s-clay-tablet]

How did Ganondorf and Shula meet?

So they were actually childhood friends -- not besties, but definitely hung out with the same crowd. But they were separated when the Gerudo civil war began (when they were around 8-10, can't remember the exact timeline). They were on opposite sides -- Shula's aunt was one of the warriors leading the rebellion against Ganondorf/the current Gerudo regime. Shula's aunt basically had raised her like her own daughter up til then, and so she was taken along and grew up in rebel camps.

Several years later, the war ends. When they met again, Shula was basically doing the lowest sort of menial labor one can in Gerudo society (think sewage work, taking care of the dead bodies of criminals, all that).

She wasn't officially guilty of anything, but her aunt was responsible for many people's deaths. She had to start from the ground up to reestablish her reputation and honor.

Shula expected Ganondorf to look down on her like everyone else. But he had a similar sort of background -- his father was also responsible for leading the whole rebellion, after all.

So he basically spoke to her like a human being, she gradually realized he was genuine about it and responded in kind, and the rest was history 😊

Thinking about it, her situation with having to rebuild her image and honor might've also been responsible in escalating their courtship a bit faster than it should've. People would've suspected that Gan would just be messing with her -- after all, he couldn't be seriously considering a traitor's honorary daughter as a wife. So they might've rushed a bit. ...I think Gan would've been more sensitive about all this than she was and probably would've been primarily responsible for rushing it.

[court-of-constellations]

Hello everyone!! I'm back with another post about my original universe, this time about nymphs!

This is even longer than the vampire one so the rambling is under the cut, and I was so tempted to include information about my inspiration for certain things and why I made the creative decisions I did, but I refrained because I wanted to keep this focused and not go off on tangents (however, if you do want to hear about that stuff, feel free to send me an ask at any time! I'm always happy to ramble about this universe!)

So. Nymphs. They're typically defined (by humans) as nature spirits, but what does that mean?

Well, the literal dictionary definition is "a spirit born from the earth or water; a being connected to the earth." Nymphs are, in short, personifications of nature. That's not to say that every little aspect of nature has a corresponding nymph- but there are several kinds of nymphs for several different types of nature.

Nymphs, as a whole, can be divided into two categories: land and water. There are a couple types of nymph that could fit into both categories, and one specific type of nymph that doesn't fit into either, but most nymphs can be clearly defined as one or the other.

Nymphs frequently spawn in areas with high magical concentration; why this is, nobody knows, and most other scholars have put it down to those areas being sacred in some way. These scholars are the same ones that hail nymphs as creations of the divine, made to safeguard the lands that are rightfully ours, so any conclusion of theirs must be taken with several grains of salt. I find that many scholars who subscribe to this field of thinking have never even seen a nymph in their lives, and assume that they are all perfectly like us humans (despite their appearances). This is a lie, one that continues to be retold despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

To understand nymphs, one must first understand that they are not human. They are sentient, intelligent, and quite interesting, but no matter how humanoid their shape might be, they are not and never will be even close to human beings. The exceptions to this rule will be covered later, but true nymphs are nature in its purest form: wild, unpredictable, and untameable. Like fairies, they operate on an entirely separate morality than humans, but unlike fairies, there are no clever tricks you can use to escape them, no set rules you may follow. If fairies are order, nymphs are chaos. If you should encounter a nymph, then by all means converse with them and befriend them if you like, but never forget that they are not the same as you, and no matter how benevolent they may seem, they could turn on you in an instant.

With all of this out of the way, let's finally get to the types of nymphs and their origins.

Land Nymphs

This category of nymph, as the name suggests, are tied to the land. There are several kinds of nymphs who fall under this category, and those nymphs have so many subspecies among them that if I listed them all, this text would be thicker than my torso.

Still, I shall endeavor to at least impress upon you the general idea of which nymphs come from where, so that you might know to use the correct terminology when describing to a friend and encounter you may have had in the woods or fields. Any further study into the subspecies can be found in other, more involved texts, ones whose authors were compensated enough to care about listing every type of nymph that could possibly be found in our lovely lands.

The first to be aware of are dryads, nymphs who have spawned from trees. It is unknown how long a tree must live before becoming a dryad, but this author suspects it to be somewhere in the hundreds, if only for the fact that cutting down younger trees has not as of yet brought a furious dryad out for my blood into my path. Should this change, this text will naturally be updated should I survive long enough to do so.

There are as many types of dryads as there are types of trees, and though there are certainly scientific names for each and every one, I personally have found that simply using the name of whichever tree they spawned from is quite sufficient. A dryad who spawned from an ash tree is an ash dryad, from an oak tree is an oak dryad and so on and so forth; I am quite sure I need not recount the name of every tree for the reader to understand my point.

True dryads, once born from whichever tree they are, are from then on about as attached to the tree as a human might be their parents; their personal feelings vary from nymph to nymph, but in terms of life force, they can and will live even if their tree has been cut down. Unlike humans, the only thing that can kill a true dryad is when the last trace of their tree has disappeared from this world; be it by decay or fire or a misplaced disintegration spell, once the tree is well and truly gone, so too is the dryad.

In terms of a dryad's appearance, their skin will be made out of the same bark as their tree, their hair the same leaves, their innards the same wood. Their eyes may have fruits or flowers in them depending on the tree and time of year, but they may simply be empty sockets. In any case, you should know a dryad at first sight, for unless walking trees are quite common in your place of residence, there's really nothing you can mistake them for.

I would give a description of a dryad's typical personality, as so many others have in their own texts, but my experiences with them have made me aware that they differ in personality as much as humans do; this holds true for all nymphs and I will not repeat such trite and blatantly untrue statements as "all dryads are nurturing, all naiads are mischievous," etc. That is my final statement on this matter and if I receive one more letter from my editor asking where the personality descriptions are, I swear I will-

(Editor's Note: The rest of this tirade had to be cut for its vulgarity and surprisingly creative threats towards me, my place of work, the scholars that continue to perpetuate these stereotypes, their families, and oddly enough, any cows they may have in their possession. Rest assured it was very much unsuited for such a text, but I preserved as much as I was morally able to.)

The florae, nymphs born from flowers, differ from dryads in appearance and origin, and that is where the differences end. They are comparatively rarer as flowers are quite fragile and much more likely to be destroyed, but so long as the vine or shrub or roots survive, so too will the flora. Oddly enough, trees that produce a dryad may also produce a flora from its flowers.

Florae are typically made out of whatever their flower bloomed on, be it vines or stems or branches. Whatever their flower was, replicas of it will be blooming all over their body, including in their eyes, and their hair will be made out of its petals. I have encountered florae many times, and I have yet to figure out just how some of the hairstyles they have are physically possible. One of the many mysteries of life, I suppose.

I suppose now that we have discussed dryads and florae, we must now discuss the dragon in the room: the dryads and florae that were once human beings.

There are many, many different theories of why and how this phenomenon occurs, but there are three facts we know: one, that if a human being is turned into a plant, they will inevitably become a nymph, two, that these humans are visually indistinguishable from true nymphs, and three, they are much more fragile- if their tree is cut down or their flower dies, they will die too and there is nothing that can be done about it.

It is for this reason that turning people into plants is so harshly punished, for you have condemned them to either an early death or a painfully prolonged life that could easily be cut short by anyone unaware of their plant"s true nature. But this is not a book about ethics or law, and if you wish to know more, than you must look elsewhere, for I have shared everything that is relevant.

With that out of the way, let's talk about (gods save me) the other land nymphs.

There are nymphs far older than human civilization, and indeed, humanity as a whole. These nymphs are known to the particularly religious as "The Elder Ones" and to the rest of us as simply the land nymphs.

The best way to explain these nymphs is to take a quick look at history. All throughout time, the earth has been shifting and changing, and as it changes, so too do the nymphs who personify it. These nymphs are fluid and ever changing, their types only vague classifications that serve to describe just what they represent at the moment. They are old, wise, and frustratingly reclusive, and the only reason we know they exist is because of what other nymphs have told us.

Thus far, the classifications are:

Oreads (mountain nymphs)

Valleaeae (valley/pasture/glen nymphs)

Pratae (meadow nymphs (Editor's Note: I personally don't understand the point of this distinction))

Napaeae (dell nymphs)

Haliae (seashore nymphs)

Umidae (wetland nymphs)

This is all we really know about them, and though other nymphs claim that it was them who created all other nymphs, that sounds far too religious for this book.

Water Nymphs

Water nymphs are far less varied than land nymphs (thank the gods, this chapter is getting long enough as it is) and they are all, in terms of origin and appearance, functionally the same.

Naiads (the term for water nymphs in general) spawn from a water source that isn't the open sea (why, this is still unknown.) They are made out of water and may adorn themselves with objects found in their water source, such as colorful rocks or flowers and things of that nature.

The subspecies of naiads are:

Lacuae (lake nymphs)

Pegaeae (spring nymphs

Fluminae (river nymphs)

Naiads are a curious case. Unlike land nymphs, they cannot be killed by any means. Instead, they will spawn, live as long as they like, and then once they're done they will dissolve into the water from whence they came, and another naiad will spawn and the cycle will start anew.

There will never be more than one naiad at a time from one water source, and we have yet to discover any nymphs born from the ocean.

Underworld Nymphs

Underworld nymphs have only been said to exist by the precious few undead who are willing to discuss such matters. They are not proven to be anything more than the dreams of a dying mind, and thus I will not be including them in this text no matter how much my editor begs me to.

If you wish to research them, there are a number of scholarly texts that hotly debate their existence, role in the Underworld, origin, and quite literally every little thing about them.

Vagari

Whatever Vagari may be, they almost certainly aren't nymphs. Some say that they are the children stolen away by fairies, others say that they are the tormented souls of lost travelers. All that can concretely be proven about them is that they can be seen wandering the woods, wearing clothes made out of animal skins and leaves, and wearing a mask in the shape of an animal's head.

I write about them in this text solely because we are just uncertain enough of their true nature that they could, possibly, be some form of nymph.

And with that, this text comes to a close. I hope this will serve you well wherever you may be, and always remember: if you should meet a nymph, treat them and their source with respect, never forget that they are as wild as the earth that formed them, and don't get too attached to any objects they may see in your possession. Or just run. That would work as well.

[rivalmelty]

and nothing bad ever happened to cerberus

[danielnelsen]

hey so.. on page 54 of the calling:

do we ever get an explanation of this?