#Worldbuilding

[extrajigs]

NEW ALIEN AGAIN! This one I wanted to stick to being more Earth inspired, connecting with my roots. I'm calling 'em Styraphants cause they're mostly a mix of styracosaurus, elephant, and mollusk of course. Trying to make a quad walking sophont always lends to kind of a centaur-ish body plan, so tried to think outside the box for appendages this go around. They've got a pair of trunk tentacles around their mouth that they use as their hands, which have a fleshy 'zipper' to slot together at rest. They also smell/taste with them so gloves are a very popular purchase.

Oh also! Their eyes are on little stalks that peak out around their frill, they can hide them away if scared. Also all the fellas pictured here are gals! They have a male/female system in keeping with the Earthling megafauna theme.

[prokopetz]

Iain M Banks: What is a weapon? What does it mean to use a weapon? Can a person be a weapon? Is there a difference between using a weapon and being a weapon? Is this difference meaningful? What kind of person would choose to be a weapon?

Also Iain M Banks: Here's a sapient starship with a scat fetish.

[steelthroat]

Guys.

Cybertron, but the surface and the buildings are shaped like bismuth crystals...

Look at how pretty it is please!!!!!

[whereserpentswalk]

Reblog so that the creature will come to you. Like to enhance their power.

[paranoia-art]

°•°Habits to Give Your Characters°•°

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Constantly crosses legs when sitting

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Doodles when zoned out (if there's no paper around they could trace doodles like little hearts on a table or even on the back of their hand)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Crucks knuckles

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Braids hair when their bored (or just generally plays with their hair)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Stands way to close to people when talking to them.

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Avoids eyecontact when people talk to them.

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Clutches on to other's sleeves.

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Bites nails when nervous

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Raises their eyebrows when interested.

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Offers food to others, before taking a bite themselves.

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Scratches top of nails (like when you're scratching the coat of nail polish off your nails.)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Whistles to ease nerves.

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Do message me if you have anymore you would like to add!

[the-fluffy-folio]

Awakened Vulpecula – Tiny celestial, any alignment

Every now and then, a vulpecula is freed from its yearslong slumber – not to fall asleep again but once and for all. Struck by a sudden rush of unrest, it sheds the magic that kept it tucked and with it the golden-blue fur that warmed its soul. An awakened vulpecula is imbued by curiosity and uncertainty alike. A feeling of having lost something it has held dear for far too long carves its path, a longing for the unknown dictates its steps. In its search for the worlds it so long dreamt of, it whispers the last faint traces of the magic is still holds – for good, for evil or for nothing at all.

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[brewerssupplies]

Want to draw a world map but don't have any ideas? Just grab a piece of blank paper and open up a new minecraft world. Start exploring it and mapping it out and just use that!

[raayllum]

So we got a poem this time for 6x03 (transcription for easier use)

Great Cap’n Skall on the map did scrawl, a journey by river and sea. From the isles without name her legend she claimed sailing north, she called herself free. Through forests and flowers, past the uneven towers, our great captain adventured ahead. To the east were the fields autumn’s bountiful yields but Skall did not hunger for bread. Skall hungered for glory, she wanted a story they’d tell it long after she died. So with winter wind’s blowing she sailed north, forgoing a man who’d have made her his bride. Alone in the cold, yet ever so bold Skall made her mark on the map. That northernmost hook is in every book and yet what became of the cap? What’s one mark on the world? Her sails unfurled there was so much more to behold! And oh, winter wailed as east she sailed into waters so deadly and cold. Then came the ice, and trapped in its vise the great captain spent her last days. And while she found peace she wished that, at least she’d told him she loved him, always.

A proper analysis post will follow, but this is just for posterity's sake

[mightofmerchants]

I found a very old drawing in my sketchbook. Social media didn't exist for me back then. Simple times.

[warpthedragon]

Something something fictional linguistics. I talked about this a while ago.

[shepherds-of-haven]

Can MC be powerful enough to later become a Weather Mage or a War Mage, etc.? That would be kinda cool if that would happen, but I'm also good with MC not being OP, I'm just curious if that will happen later in the story.

Thanks for your question! It's mostly implied that MC could attain these specializations once they've developed more in their skillset, education, and career, but in the timeline of this game, it wouldn't really be realistic, given that it hasn't even been a year since they've joined the Shepherds and started using their powers openly and in public! It takes years of pursuit and development to become a true and accredited [Weather Mage, War Mage, Whisperer, etc.], even if MC is already educated and trained in magic, so those more niche specialties will take 'black robe level' mastery and experience first! But they're certainly on track to achieve it based on their current trajectory!

[probablyfunrpgideas]

Creature Idea: A moray eel with horse legs. Runs down rabbits and pheasants and such, and can stick its neck into burrows to grab prairie dogs. Its body is still noodly and flexible though, and it rarely attacks anything as big as a human.

[whereserpentswalk]

There's a demon that's been spotted around your city, around your neighborhood. All the local monster hunters are getting ready to find it, it won't be the first time some dangerous creature got loose in your city and had a hunt out for it. But this one is dangerous, she's faster than most cyptids, humanoid but not from a humanoid species that's known or common, and she's deadly, a few days after she's spotted its found that she kills. Somebody was found dead in the winter snow, on a street corner, with her claw marks on his chest.

You're not a monster hunter. But you are interested in these types of things, and you thought you spotted her one night and chose to give chase, against your better judgment you gave chase. You just want to see her, you just want to see something so strange, so inhuman. And when you see her she's as strange as you can imagine, most of her looks humanoid, slender and graceful, like the most beautiful human you've ever seen, but she has eyes with slit pupils like a cats, and long horns coming from her head, and sharp teeth in her mouth, bat like wings come out her back, and a scorpion's tail from the base of her spine, and where her genitals should be, instead there's the body and head of a snake coming out of her body. She's beautiful and horrifying.

When she comes near you she doesn't hurt you, she just looks at your camera. She doesn't seem to know what it is. When she realizes you're as harmless as you are she let's down her guard. You're afraid, but you slowly realize she's not interested in hurting you. She seems cold, it's very cold and she's not wearing any clothing. You offer to let her into your apartment, just for a night, just because nomatter what she is she deserves to be warm.

She lays on your bed for awhile, she seems so excited just to be on a bed, just to see a bed. She spends awhile under the covers. You were originally planning on letting her sleep on your couch, but she seems so excited to have a comfy bed. She finds one of your plushes and starts cuddling it at one point. You've never seen someone so happy just to have a place to rest.

In the morning the demon is still there. You don't want to kick her out. You bring her food and she seems really paranoid, it seems like a lot of people have hurt her before. You have to leave the room while she eats. But she does seem really happy to have something to eat at all.

Eventually you ask her about who she is. She says she doesn't have a name, and doesn't remember when she was born. She admits to having killed those people, which scares you to be reminded of, it scares you to hear her say it. But she tells you they shot at her, and she doesn't seem like a good enough lier to lie about that. They shot at her the momment they saw her. She was demonized for it, but it's the right of all creatures to attack someone trying to kill them, rather than die.

She really likes being in your apartment. You let her barrow your clothes, though she doesn't like wearing clothing, except for pajamas which she wears when she sleeps. You show her cartoons she can watch, and give her paper and pencils to draw with. It takes awhile for her to be willing to show you her drawings, but when she does they're quite good, you compliment them, and her face lights up. It takes her awhile to feel comfortable being touched by you too, but when she let's you she starts to love your affection, she likes being pet, and hugged, and cuddled, you don't think she's felt these things in a long time.

You let her stay longer than you expected too. There's still people hunting her. And there's still the winter, she says she's been through worse, but it's getting colder. Eventually you even introduce her to some freinds who you know you can trust. You just let her rest there, and part of you home this can just be a way she can exist, getting to draw, and have her head pet, and laying in bed when she wants to. You end up talking with her a lot, she's passionate about stories, and about things she finds pretty, and she loves asking you about the world, and about humanity, about all these things that are alien to her.

Eventually she tells you she has to leave. You try to tell her to stay a little longer, but it's a demon's nature to be free. She's been hurt by humans before, hurt by more than cold and bullets, but by binding spells, and deals she shouldn't have made. And as spring comes she needs to find a new city, and new space to exist it. You spend your last night together cuddling in your bed, and she tells you of ancient lands, and stories nobody else remembers. And then in the morning she's gone, she said she might visit you again, but for now she's gone. You thought you would see her leave but she spared you that pain, she thanked you for being warm to her as you fell asleep, and let your hands run across her cold skin. And now your room lays empty.

[authorisedgardian]

Sometimes I do spend quite a long time "perfecting" my first draft, maybe too long. But to be fair it at least means when I do my second draft it does make it easier for me so I think it is worth spending the time to make it as good as possible the first time through.

One short story of mine that I have recently finished and want to publish soon I noticed I made a couple of small mistakes. Whether it be simply spelling or forgetting a speech mark, it's good to fix these things before your work is open to the public.

I'll speak about it more soon but it's a story very much influenced by Greek/Roman mythology but set within my own fantasy world.

[angybugaboo]

Sky Dwellers. Peaceful species of dragon giants who live most of their lives in skies. Currently on their way to find some bigger islands to have a nice rest. :>

Been working on this illustration for a while, but I'm really proud of it. Got a little crazy with all those purple shades, ngl. xd

[cyrus-okapi]