#but that’s just for me to use when writing lore stuff

[drfuckerm-d]

awwww this is so SWEET lmc (ftr u dont have to reblawg)

@sunshine-sojin ily cuz ur not just my moot. u also go get gumbles with me irl at the mall and that means we have an unbreakable bond. i will always write silly fics for u and shield u from the uncouthery i partake in

@tuiloth bc i love u and i think it is SO funny we met bc u had a muriel arcana daily post acc and asked ur followers via story post A) how to dry leaves and B) how to remove blood stains and both times i randomly reached out and gave u the answers. that is ancient friendship lore and i cherish it

@hawkstar5 u r funny as faaaawwwwk and ur like one of the tumblr moots i text most regularly/for like absolutely no reason and also u crawl all over my ao3/bsky/tumbly and i love to read ur comments awwwwe thank u 🥹🥹🥹 ive got my big #1 glove on and up for the next YOTP chapter

@yellowcakeuf6 uuu were like the first person to regularly comment on all my ao3 work and i am always so happy to see what u have to say beneath all my stuff im honored forevez🫶🫶 + i love to see ur work on my dash and i feel soooo lucky when i get little sneak previes over dm

@tanyayoung-322 cuz u supply us with baller pics of our lovely dater and also fun nature stuff and the aesthetic b/w pics. ur also like the first person to like my art when i post it and im always so thankful tysm❤️🥰

@duztdevl u make me giggle and ur style is just so fascinating to me i love everything u draw. i eat it as soon as u serve it. also i like that its data AAAND fallout like YAAAY 2 of my favorite things. ur also always there on my bsky and i love to see ur replies 🫶

@101-android-luvr-010 omg i hadnt rp'd in like YEEEAAARS until i rp'd with u again its so funsies awwwwwwe❤️ mystery is so cutie cute and fun to play dollies with

@xm0-m0x like the second i heard abt the roblox ghost game i was like zamn i bet momo would play that with me and we DID and it was FUN. i love getting a little papa sprinkled into my dash via ur reblogs 💜🖤💙 AND u always leave the sweetest little comments on my silly stupid animatics and i appreciate it v much 🙏

@skee-doodles u have taken such a vested interest in slag and i am so honored omg 😭 i genuinely never expected anyone to like her beyond her function as the vehicle for the audience but u always pop up in my dms with another doodle of her and im like omg 🩷💕🤭😚 i stare at them and pat my phone screen lovingly they are so thoughtful

@datazombiie u are not very active i think but u were my first data moot and i was so thrilled by every interaction with u. i was like OMG i do tumblr now and im DOING IT WELL!!

@dataentryspecialist was deadass gobsmacked when i saw u on here cuz id read EE and had no idea u had a tumblr. i think i told u the first time u commented on some post here that u were like a celeb to me and its still like that 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i would not have ever posted anything had i not stumbled into that massive fic one night

i spent a very long time trying to be a full-fledged artist and found myself discouraged and mistreated so many times by other artists/any thread of the industry that until i'd fallen down the data rabbit hole, i had completely given up on sharing any of my art. my early posts dont have signatures because my work had been stolen so many times previously id just given up trying to protect it. im so happy that i decided to give it all another shot, and i wouldn't have done it without any of everyone's support. tysm u guys 🫶🙏 listed and unlisted ❤️ shall be back and posting soon

favirote moots?

(People you tag have to reblog and say their favorite moots)

Okay wait

@ibrokeurheartbcuzubrokemine @foliverfalls @allyeilishh @addisonraesbaby @emiliesblohsh @bilsslut @noodleswashere @bilsbabyy @bitchesbrokenpromises @billsdollie

[rainrot4me]

What do you think the creeps would like and not like to be gifted (ALSO I LOVE UR WRITING SM ITS SCRUMPTIOUS OMGG🫶)

✦ . jeff the killer

✓ Likes:

Weapons. A custom knife? He’ll squeal like a little girl.

Leather jackets or gloves. He’ll act casual, but he’ll wear it every day.

Something handmade but unpolished—he actually loves when things look a little messy and real. Like a charm bracelet with crooked beads? Top-tier.

✗ Dislikes:

Anything “cutesy” or frilly. You give him a heart-shaped pillow and he’s like, “You sure this was meant for me, or…?”

Overly practical stuff like socks or planners.

Anything that smells too “clean” (floral candles, bath bombs).

✦ . ticci toby

✓ Likes:

Hoodies. Oversized, soft, preferably in muted colors.

Handmade stuff. If you knit him a scarf? He melts.

Fidget toys or stim-friendly items.

A photo of you two in a cute frame. He’ll act awkward about it, but he cherishes it.

✗ Dislikes:

Cologne or grooming kits. He doesn’t like attention to his appearance.

Fragile gifts he might break on accident. It makes him feel guilty.

Loud or flashy things—think: clunky jewelry, neon clothes, etc.

✦ . eyeless jack

✓ Likes:

Vintage books, especially anatomy or medical texts.

A sturdy, high-quality knife (but a nice one, not flashy).

Candles—especially earthy, smoky, or spiced scents.

Comfortable blankets or bedding. Bonus if it smells like you.

✗ Dislikes:

Gag gifts or anything meant to be “funny.”

Jewelry—he doesn’t wear it and doesn’t want to start.

Anything overly scented or floral. It messes with his senses.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

✓ Likes:

Flasks, lighters, survival gear.

A playlist or burned CD labeled with your handwriting.

Soft, quiet clothing like henleys, worn-in sweaters.

Coffee beans, dark chocolate, or whiskey. Something bitter.

✗ Dislikes:

Expensive gifts. He doesn’t feel comfortable being “spoiled.”

Bright colors or flashy designs. He likes things muted and practical.

Plush toys—he just doesn’t get it.

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

✓ Likes:

Cameras, film, or anything vintage tech.

Leather-bound notebooks or journals.

Framed black-and-white photos (bonus if it’s of you).

Gloves or gear with function over fashion.

✗ Dislikes:

Novelty stuff (funny mugs, gag shirts). He has no patience for it.

Over-personalized items—he’s private, doesn’t like his name on things.

Anything glittery or sparkly (he’s annoyed).

✦ . kate the chaser

✓ Likes:

Combat boots, zip-up vests, and gear that blends function with edge.

Knives (the sleek, pocket-sized kind).

A charm bracelet with charms you have picked out to mean significant things.

Practical gifts—if it’s something she can wear or use while hunting, she’s into it.

✗ Dislikes:

Super girly gifts, unless it’s ironic.

Anything fragile or breakable—it’s going to end up destroyed.

Stuffed animals. She’ll give it to Toby.

✦ . ben drowned

✓ Likes:

Limited edition video games or merch.

Energy drinks, snacks, and custom controller skins.

A hoodie or t-shirt of your preferred band or fandom. He likes to “claim” it.

Headphones or game-related accessories.

✗ Dislikes:

Books (unless it’s a game lore compendium).

Anything “mature” or fancy—he’ll side-eye a leather wallet like it insulted him.

Decor that isn’t his taste (he hates minimalism).

✦ . clockwork

✓ Likes:

Leather jackets, boots, or bold accessories.

A locket or necklace with something sentimental inside.

Blood-red lipstick or perfume with a spicy, musky scent.

Polaroids of the two of you in chaotic moments.

✗ Dislikes:

Soft pastel anything. She’ll laugh but never wear it.

Jewelry with dainty chains or tiny charms.

Anything that tries too hard to be “domestic.”

✦ . laughing jack

✓ Likes:

Candy—always. Especially weird or imported stuff.

Chaotic plushies (think: ugly-cute ones).

Colorful art supplies or glitter bombs.

Anything handmade and eccentric. If it looks cursed? Even better.

✗ Dislikes:

Gift cards. He’ll take it personally.

“Normal” gifts (socks, books, mugs). He’ll fake sob and ask why you hate him.

Food that isn’t sweet—he will not eat it.

✦ . slenderman

✓ Likes:

Elegant items: fountain pens, rare books, vintage watches.

Gifts with effort behind them—poems, letters, a framed drawing.

Things that match his space: black, silver, clean lines.

✗ Dislikes:

Cheap, mass-produced things.

Anything gaudy or neon.

Noise-based gifts like musical cards—immediate banishment.

꩜ .ᐟ

[minnaeatsbread]

Since I've talked about Edwin's death scene and how much I like it, I thought oh yeah why not do one for charles. This is a post about me thinking too hard about things.

I actually had a little difficulty with this. Some of the best qualities of Edwin's death were how they used the medium of a show to present us with an older, bleak version of reality. Charles' death scene doesn't really have that. Why? Well, after Edwin's death, he was sent to hell, he didn't really "live" until he met Charles. This is why the scene doesn't seem as old - it is a beginning rather than an end.

Also, colour-coding. This is where we have to differentiate between two parts of the scene: the one before Edwin comes in (the lake, running from the lake...) and the one after (Edwin and Charles get to know each other). In the first part, they use cold colours like green, blue and black. This is not only to make it look unwelcoming and cold, and the colours are also reminiscient of the colours of hell. More specifically, Edwin's hell. And that makes sense: this is Charles' hell. He is alone, dying, afraid, betrayed. No one is caring for him.

This is where that damn lantern comes in. The light of the lantern is the first warm things we get to see. And what, gentle readers, does it illuminate first? Edwin. Of course it's Edwin, because that is the crucial difference between their deaths; Edwin died alone, but Charles doesn't have to. That is the very nature of their relationship in one lantern. I'm not even talking about the parallels with the scenes in hell. I would also like it noted that Edwin is wearing neutral colours in this scene. He is not the light, but he brings it. In opposition to that, Charles wears warm colours in hell, because he is Edwin's light (its a bit hard to see but i'm assuming that he didn't change his outfit before going to hell and i would argue that its red).

Since I went a little crazy about the music in Edwin's death scene, I'd just like to touch on it (featuring me doing mental gymnastics) The song is "Under the Milky Way" by The Church, which is already fun because that song was released in 1988 which means that Charles could have listened to it (or that it is possibly diegetic and actually playing in the background). Now, one particular line stood out to me especially "And it's something quite peculiar/Something shimmering and white/Leads you here, despite your destination" This is a bit of a stretch, but based on comic lore, Edwin's bones are on the attic at St Hilarions. Bones are famously shimmering and white. This could be what brought him there. And his destination? Well, I'm not sure coming back to your place of death/potential bone storage is super great at not alerting forces in the afterlife. Specifically hell.

In conclusion: Charles death is much more light-hearted and warm than Edwin's death. This is achieved through colour-coding with warm and cool colours representing different things, extensive lantern symbolism and a much calmer, less foreboding background music. I am slowly going insane but I always write straight A's when I have to interpret stuff.

[vylosinbound]

Hello

I have a request, can you do mc that indian with brothers + extras because I always want to imagine what would happen, and all the amazing moments .

Hope I am not troubling you with this request.

Thank you

Hello dear! Thanks so much for your request , I’m absolutely thrilled to write about an Indian MC with the brothers. I’d like to clarify that Indian culture is incredibly rich and diverse, with many different languages, customs, and traditions depending on the region. Since I’m not a native speaker of any Indian language, I sincerely apologize in advance if there are any inaccuracies in phrasing or representation. I’ve done my best to approach this with care and respect. 💛

Between sarees and sigils

Life with an Indian MC

Part one

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor.

Genre: Cultural appreciation / Fluff & slice-of-life

MC from an Indian background influences the brother, through clothing, food, language and traditions

LUCIFER

• At first, he’s curious in a quiet, respectful way. He asks direct but thoughtful questions about MC’s traditions and faith, he wants to understand.

• The first time he sees MC in traditional attire (sari or sherwani), he actually goes speechless. Like, pauses mid-sentence. That kind of stunned.

• Secretly loves how the vibrant colors of Indian fashion contrast with his mostly dark palette, he even lets MC convince him to wear something festive once (begrudgingly… but he liked it).

• Is fascinated by classical Indian music. The instruments, the depth, especially if MC sings or dances to it. He’ll silently watch with intense admiration.

• He insists on researching MC’s native language(s), he wants to understand terms of endearment when MC uses them. Bonus if MC flusters him in Hindi/Tamil/Telugu/any language.

• Likes listening to MC recite old mythological stories. He often draws comparisons between Indian epics and Devildom lore.

• MC teaches him about Indian etiquette, and he starts subtly incorporating it in formal events, a quiet bow, a respectful gesture.

• Diwali? He plans a candlelit dinner in the House of Lamentation. Lucifer with soft lighting is deadly.

• He sometimes scolds Mammon for “mocking” cultural stuff but is secretly keeping his cool because he doesn’t want to mess it up either.

MAMMON

• “Y’mean you guys got, like, whole festivals where you just throw color around?! I WANNA GO!!”

• Absolutely obsessed with MC’s traditional outfits. Will physically pout if MC wears one and doesn’t let him take a selfie together.

• Tries Indian snacks and cries. “WHY IS THIS SO SPICY?! Wait, actually, give me another one.”

• Calls them “his Bollywood star” dramatic as hell.

• LOVES when MC dances. He’ll try to mimic them but ends up flailing around, insists he’s doing the “Mammon-style Bollywood.”

• MC catches him watching Indian romantic movies in secret. “W-What?! The music’s good!!”

• Finds MC’s cultural jewelry super pretty, especially bangles. He buys them more, pretending he’s “just investing in bling.”

• Learns pet names in their language just to fluster them. “Jaanu~ That mean somethin’ spicy, right?!”

• Tries Indian wedding sweets and wants to marry them immediately. “You got laddoo? I got a ring.”

LEVIATHAN

• He immediately brings up Indian animes/doramas. “Did you ever watch Ramayana: The Legend of Prince Rama?!” (He owns the DVD.)

• Has a whole folder of cosplays he wants to do with MC, includes Indian-inspired fantasy looks.

• Watches Bollywood movies and gets hyper about the editing and song transitions. “IT’S SO OVERDRAMATIC I LOVE IT.”

• Overwhelmed but enchanted when MC wears bright, sparkly Indian clothes. "I-It’s like you just stepped out of a legendary RPG cutscene…!"

• Tries Indian food and cries. “I have been slain by biryani… MC, avenge me…”

• Makes an Indian-styled opening for his Devildom livestreams once. MC helped.

• Has a soft spot for old Indian mythologies and visual epics. He lowkey wants to write fanfiction about them.

• Asks MC to do a dance trend with him. Fails, but records it anyway.

• Gets shy when MC teaches him words of affirmation in their language. He replays the recordings in secret.

SATAN

• Satan is immediately fascinated by MC’s knowledge of Indian mythology, especially the darker, more philosophical aspects, they end up having deep late-night discussions about karma, dharma, and reincarnation.

• When MC reads books in Hindi or another Indian language, he’ll sit beside them, quietly asking for translations just to hear them speak.

• He's absolutely obsessed with Indian classical music, when he hears MC humming a raga, he asks them to teach him more.

• The sight of MC in traditional clothing, especially something rich in gold embroidery or silks, makes him go entirely silent. He commits every detail to memory.

• He surprises MC by ordering ancient Indian texts for the House of Lamentation library, he insists on reading them together.

• One of their earliest bonding moments was during a heated debate about Indian vs. Devildom philosophy, and MC actually won.

• He keeps asking to watch Indian films and dramas with them, eventually developing a taste for emotional, complex storylines.

• When MC teaches him a few words in their language, he makes a secret notebook where he writes down every phrase and pronunciation note.

• Satan is unexpectedly protective when MC faces any stereotyping or ignorance in the Devildom, he won’t hesitate to correct others, sharply.

ASMODEUS

• Asmo immediately becomes obsessed with MC’s skincare rituals, natural oils, and traditional beauty routines, they end up swapping tips constantly.

• He’s in awe of traditional Indian clothing, especially lehengas, sarees, or sherwanis. He insists on helping MC accessorize perfectly.

• Asmo is the one who insists MC wear a fresh jasmine garland in their hair, he says the scent suits them.

• He’s constantly trying to incorporate Indian beauty products into his routine, and brags to everyone that MC is his personal beauty guru.

• The first time he sees MC in full traditional dress, he literally gasps and spins them around like he’s on a runway.

• He’s super playful about trying on MC’s bangles, bindis, or scarves, sometimes even borrowing their dupattas to drape over his shoulder dramatically.

• He gets really into Indian dance with MC, and insists they choreograph a full performance together.

• MC once did his makeup in a classic Indian bridal style just for fun, he loved it so much he wore it to dinner.

• He can be unexpectedly soft when MC talks about missing home, he listens carefully and promises to bring that warmth to the Devildom.

BEELZEBUB

• First encounter: MC offers biryani. Beel eats two plates, declares them soulmates.

• MC hands him jalebi, Beel sniffs, “Sweet. Crunchy. Perfect.”

• He bows to help MC carry groceries during festival prep, endearingly chivalrous.

• Watches MC’s braids swing gently while they laugh, Beel feels warm pride.

• MC shows him traditional jewelry like bangles; he carefully tries one on, spinning it.

• He loves being invited to join Indian prayers or smudging rituals, respects everything.

• Beel asks for MC’s cooking secrets, practices every day for them.

• After MC’s storytelling, he holds their hand, smiling from a place of contentment.

• MC laughs at Beel trying to master Hindi count “ek, do, teen… I can teach you.”

BELPHEGOR

• Loves the relaxed beauty of MC wearing an Indian kurta while lounging.

• MC speaks softly a prayer, Belphie’s respect shows as he kneels beside them.

• He nibbles ladoo into bed, “Tastes like your voice sounds.”

• Joins MC for a midnight chai in their pajamas, cozy and dreamy.

• Belphie steals MC’s favorite dupatta to wrap around himself like a blanket.

• He listens, half-asleep, to their folk tunes playing softly.

• MC teasingly complains “You’re using my blanket!” Belphie mumbles, “But you’re inside it…”

• When MC wakes him in the night for chai, he hands them a flower he picked, moonlit romance.

• He calls MC "meri neend" (my sleep), loves the poetic sound.

[biggiesnails]

Stupid little design notes for myself but I’m sharing it anyways

Also irrelevant sketches below the cut

Returning to my roots to get back into art by drawing eyes. Also street artist y/n and an old oc I forgot about

[maddieandangel]

Consider: character-exclusive trinkets.

[psychomusic]

oc time again! + her town & culture (heavily inspired by pre-roman italic populations)

she is suri sauthon. her story is linked to my swtor imperial agent, tar'x, but most of her life except for the one year away where she meets him, is spent in a town in the mountains of mirial.

despite mirial being cold and desert, and many cities developing underground, her town flourishes thanks to a force nexus, venerated in the form of an ancient, sacred, alive crystal. the ecosystem of that mountain depended on what "the horned crystal" was capable of giving them, but mirialans couldn't live off of that alone, so they developed trade and some rudimental technology, even if oftentimes it was bought thanks to the highly profitable trade of a plant used to make medicines that slowed down aging and had overall healing properties.

note: everything that's generated by this nexus has these healing properties BUT they have to be processed, except for those who bathed in the waters of the cavity under the crystal - the "real" nexus, but not the worshipped one. the waters were sacred but they were not thought to be miraculous, unlike the crystal, who instead was thought of as the keystone of the ecosystem: without it, everything would fall apart (and that is partially true: the cavity was the "real" nexus but thanks to the crystal, also strong in the force, the properties were spread all over the mountains). those who bathed in the cavity's waters - so, all of the town, who had a sort of baptism there - could eat the plant, make whatever food with it, and not only that plant, but everything generated by the nexus, that, again, had similar properties. this allowed people to live up to normal life-spans without advanced medicines or, much, really. to those who didn't live there, though, after the processing, had incredible effects, slowing down aging - for those who took it regularly - and making people able to live up to half a century more than the average]

originally, there were four tribes of nomads that lived thanks to horned farm animals that decided to settle down into one bigger town and other smaller settlements, to live off of transhumance. this division of the tribes stayed into the political and social organization: every person belonged to one tribe specifically, and had slightly different rituals and culture. for examples, each tribe had their own priests and healers, with different techniques and traditions. the town, tho, was guided by a group of people in the high priesthood, a position you could reach only by having earned the trust of all tribes. those high priests had many roles: they guided the people into sacred processions common to all the tribes, they managed the trading with outsiders, they did the maintenance of the temple of the summit (the one that functioned as casket to the crystal) and created a special liquid to offer the crystal that helps it grow.

this particular temple was important because 1. it was very visible, from every angle of the town, and it became an important identity symbol; 2. it stored the venerated horned crystal; 3. it had the altar where sacrifices were made for the crystals. that altar had a hole connected to the cavity, that allowed the liquids to reach the underground; 4. it had various symbols: statues representing each tribe + the high priesthood, and typical mirialan tattoos carved into the wood of the trees that served as columns for the temple, symbolizing 8 values that who dared to enter HAD to have; 5. it was on the way to an important lake (called "mother lake" because the lake the town was built around to depended on the waters of that other lake) where they traveled to in important processions; 6. it was said that a the wizard who unified the tribes made it with its magic, making the plant grow to hold the temple's roof. this wizard was, actually, a force user, obv.

BACK TO HER THOUGH: she's daughter of one of the high priests, who was in charge of managing the trades with outsiders, and lives in a house on the mountains with her mother and him. her parents are from different tribes (that's one of the things that earned him trust from the 4 tribes): when a child is born from two different tribes, they don't pick one to allign to, but they're usually linked automatically to the one with more relatives in it (in her case, the father's tribe: she had many uncles and aunts on his side while her mom only had one sister).

later, though, she got quite tied to her mother's tribe due to a mysterious illness that only her mother's tribe healer was able to cure. she spent 4 years (from 10 to 14 years old) living with the healer and learned her secrets. to better study, she wrote them down. when she returned home, she studied to become a priestess with her father. at 22 (the average age: you can't become priest before your 20s), she was supposed to take a test and become a priestess, but the healer of her mother's tribe died and the tribe asked her to take her place. she couldn't technically do that, but both tribes estimated both her and her parents and she was allowed to become both. she then decided to try to become a high priestess, and became one at 25 (a quite young age). being part of the council, she tried to convince the various tribe healers to unite their knowledges and write them down, and eventually made it. healers still remained tribe based but they now had an "upper, inter-tribe level" similar to high priesthood.

years later, the sacred horned crystal is stolen from the temple by some Hutt mercenaries looking for a profit. given the trust she has earned from all the tribes and the fact that her father is the high priest that deals with outsiders (and she's been hearing stories and advice about it since she was little), she is the one tasked with getting it back. without the growing crystal, the keystone to their ecosystem, the village would have lasted only a few years. in hrr quest, she meets imperial intelligence agent tar'x laran and, as they "solve the mystery" and fight to have it back, they get closer. they'll get married and have a daughter, Vegoia (who's the only one who actually will get to the plot of my story. this was all background)

[chatxkilluaxnoir]

I have Gravity Falls and Etc. fic(s) idea(s)

Which, I am going to write now while I am having this fic idea (probably going to be a short one, but in the future I might make a revised expanded version or something. Who knows).

I actually have multiple Gravity Falls and GF TAU and Reverse Falls and etc. stuff that stems from this specific The Book of Bill thing.

Specifically stuff exploring Dipper's nightmares.

(I have some other ideas for the other dreams and/or nightmares too. Sometimes even in relation to Dipper's in some way).

I love my boy, and his nightmares hurt my heart.

But also because I love him, I want to explore even more of issues/trauma/suffering and/or to do Dipper angst. And etc.

Because I want both happiness and/or suffering for my faves/the characters I love very much.

Like Dipper.

So he is going to be getting even more of that from me, probably.

Because he is great and I love him.

[seaofreverie]

I must say that lately I've been too addicted to animal crossing to really have time to do anything else but one good piece of news is that I finally made some real progress on my book documenting my experience of seeing TMBG show recap post because I finished describing the pre-show stuff and the first set yesterday so I might finish it this week. I hope. The only problem is that it's already 9 pages long so in a way I'm not joking about how I could turn this into a book instead. And it's not my fault that the stage banter was so good that I'm probably going to end up transcribing like half of it at least.

[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.

[fingertipsmp3]

Ughhhhhhh I hate writing and I hate not writing and I hate myself

[thingswhatareawesome]

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[ultimate-sword-showdown]

What's the difference meant to be between (tell me about the sword" and "write up a description"?

Okay I know you said you got it but I'm gonna go ahead and answer this anyways because I think people have been pretty confused and I could probably clarify it better.

So the "tell me about the sword" box is intended to be for you to gush about the sword. You don't have to write professionally you can just gush directly to me because I'm the only person who is going to see it. If no one provides me any fully written out descriptions for that particular sword, I'll be pulling information from these boxes to construct my own summary of the sword to post alongside the polls.

The "write up a description" box is for you to use if you'd like to clean up your description in the box above and make it more professional looking so it'll look better publicly on the polls. Cutting out all the fluffy language and grammar errors and whatnot. It's by no means a required box to fill out, it's mostly there in case you'd like to skip the step of having me do my own research and write up my own descriptions, since in theory you're more familiar with the source material than I am.

The box can also be used to point me towards useful resources, i.e. if you found a really obscure wiki that you think would be better to pull from than the usual fandom wiki results that come up first. If you ever wrote a huge tumblr post breaking down every aspect of the sword or something, or know someone who has, you can link that here as well. It's just a way to help point me in the right direction.

Tl;dr, the first box is for you to write knowing I'm the only one who will see it. The second box is for either links to help me write my descriptions, or for you to try your hand at writing a description for me that will be seen by the public.

[pestercide]

YIPPEE MORTIS ANGST!!! :D

HELLO you want to see my poor son suffering,, Enduring the worst times of his life,, Dealing with everything he was put through on his own cuz he had literally NOBODY to go to

Because if so...

So do I lol

[homoeroticvillain]

actually me watching a bunch of dnp and thinking about blakeworth go really well together because i use phan rules when writing how blakeworth refer to each other, by that i mean vague terms like partner or soulmate or whatever rather then anything more uhh specific

[bluedogxl]

dunno if this counts as 'oc story' it's more just 'an oc's story' but

i should have been keeping an archive of events that he was present for the moment i decided he was gonna be this continuity-poisoned

EVERYONE QUICK describe your oc story in the worst way possible