#codex creatures

[kentnaturaltribrid]

Codex, Page 138, Entry NpC Familiars (Npcs) :

3 days till Halloween 👻!

- Seasons don’t fear the reaper-

[codexnoirmatic]

Tubba Playerina Cretacious Period

[sotc]

FINALLY. A LIL NOD TO ZEVRAN!!!!!! AHHHH !!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭 THE BAREST CRUMB!!!!! I was helping my friend find the outfit and totally glossed over the flavor text until they pointed it out and I LOST MY SHIT!! AHH. So credit to @uldren-sov for sharing this w/ me <33 !!!!

And of course it's the flavor text to the sluttiest crow outfit that Zev would totally wear lol:

[greetingsfromantiva]

Broodmother- Dragon Age Origins (Codex 7, Creatures)

It is well-known that darkspawn carry off those captured in their raids to underground lairs. Most assume that the prisoners are eaten, or somehow tainted and turned into darkspawn themselves, though this could never account for the sheer numbers of the horde. Forays made by Grey Wardens into the underground have uncovered the answer.

When exposed to the darkspawn taint, men are driven mad and eventually die. Women, however, undergo great pain and gross mutations that cause most of them to perish. Those that survive, however, become the grotesque broodmothers. These giant, twisted behemoths birth many darkspawn at a time; a single broodmother can create thousands of darkspawn over the course of her lifetime. Each type of darkspawn is born from a different broodmother: Humans produce hurlocks, dwarves produce genlocks, elves give birth to shrieks, and from Qunari are born the ogres.

[moonsun2010]

Elder Jinchi the tragedy that you are.

[thedreadblog]

You can see them SO WELL omg.

So...Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain? Those things around the spikes of the helmet could be tentacles (she did make sea creatures at some point) or they could be roots of a sort? Also, there's a mask but it doesn't look like a face like (presumably) Elgar'nan has?

[desaturate-worlds]

i was so excited for venom 3 and was so unimpressed 😭 when it ended i was just like “…oh” and i have so many thoughts but i need to watch it again before i fully form them

[zahri-melitor]

Okay mentioning some of this again as I’ve got some newer Vorkosigan fans around here, who are not familiar with the Lore (TM):

- LMB is a Fandom Old. If you’re ever squinting at something in the books and going “surely that’s not a reference to X?” Yes. Yes it is.

- Captain Simon Illyan is an acknowledged expy of Ilya Kuryakin from Man from UNCLE. The serial numbers are still pretty visible in the early days.

- “Let me help. Rhymes with I love you, right?” - yes this is a The City on the Edge of Forever ST:TOS reference, she’s very much a Trekkie.

- if you’re missing extra published Cordelia and Aral content and you’ve run through AO3, they can also be found as acknowledged expies in Jim Butcher’s Codex Alera. You’re looking for High Lord Placidus Sandos and High Lady Placida Aria, if you really want to see Aral and Cordelia as badass fire mages.

[thecosmicnopon]

🐾 Pawprints Between Pages — Log 002

⌘ follow-up encoded | ◉↯◉ mild interference detected

Something adjusted the index while I was asleep.

The pages are out of order—not missing, just... reordered by a logic I don’t remember inventing.

One margin now loops endlessly if read too fast.

Another bleeds faint citrus-scented ink from between the lines.

It smells like mischief and old velvet.

Near the soup shelf, I found a pawprint made of starlight residue.

Only visible at an angle. Only if I wasn't quite looking at it.

Next to it: a smooth stone that wasn’t mine. It hums when held near the Codex.

Also: the soup stirred itself.

No visible cause.

It drew a spiral, then a question mark, then a tiny cat face.

I am being observed.

It is not unkind.

But it knows more about this Codex than I do.

Or perhaps it remembers the earlier versions I’ve forgotten.

I have not tried to speak to it.

Not directly.

I think it prefers silence as language.

𓂀 Spiral Spoon paused.

⌘ Pages semi-sorted.

꩜ Presence near.

[dragon-age-codex-entries]

Codex entry: Red Templar Foot Soldier

"Do you remember when I was tracking some mages hiding in the mountains? I found those red templar heretics attacking them; the templars turned on me as well. The soldiers looked like normal men and women, but they rained down blows so hard it numbed my arm through my shield. It took me three minutes to kill just one, and he only stopped when I cut off his head! That's when I saw their leader: a huge, misshapen knight. He made a gesture and a streak of light streamed from him into one of the soldiers. Red lyrium burst through the soldier's back; he changed into some kind of thing that made the mages all sick.

I still don't know how we survived. These mages are children and frightened scholars, hiding from the war after their Circles fell. Still, if one of them wasn't a healer, I'd have lost my sword arm."

—Letter from a templar knight who left the Order, to her husband

[doomboy911]

Theme

Fearsome Critter (Jackalope)

Prompt List

Creature Codex Art Challenge

Commentary

So I had an instant thought with this little mythical guy. El-ahrairah from Watership down. So my thinking was to make the antlers hard to see and broken up to kind of look like stars so please give it a click to see it against the black. Also here's a variant for fun

Palette picked

[codexnoirmatic]

CREATURES OF ONEIROGEA: Ruvalqtherion

[thecreaturecodex]

State of the Codex March 2024

It is not a secret that I have had a bad year.

I am a school teacher. And a trans woman. This is my first year using she/her pronouns full time in the classroom, after a multi-year period of social transitioning. It has put a target on my back.

Over the course of this year, one period in particular has been a wellspring of hate. Homophobia, transphobia, racism and sexism. Not all of it directed at me personally, but a barrage of students showing over and over again that they are hateful and that they want me to know it.

Administration has gotten involved. Multiple students have been transferred out, but it feels like playing Bigot Whack-a-Mole. And now that the students know that they're under scrutiny, they've gotten subtler. Today someone left me a message. Subtle enough that it has plausible deniability, targeted enough that I know that someone intended for me to find it, and to know that they think of me as a man. I have my suspicions, but I don't know who did it. I feel gaslit, emotionally abused. I don't feel safe.

Someone else is going to be teaching that period for the rest of the year. They succeeded in chasing me out. I am exhausted and relieved.

And would like to know that I am loved.

Please, reblog and comment on monsters you like. Leave nice things in the tags. Send a friendly ask. If you want to make a material contribution, go to the support page. I want to feel like I'm valued and supported right now, because I have spent the last six months feeling like the wrong kind of monster.

Thank you

[fitiusvol]

Deities, divine beings worshipped by their believers, with blind faith in their teachings and wisdom. By necessity, civilisations worship a god, or gods, creator(s) of all they know, keeping their people together and hopeful, where sometimes such gods do not exist as they imagined.

Among the many gods out there, there is one who reigns silently, observing, witnessing all forms of life, the primordial abyss, a zone of unknown space overshadowed by dark and dense clouds, the dead zone of the universe, impossible to imagine, neither order nor chaos reigning, a unique and unlikely being.

[greetingsfromantiva]

Dragon- Dragon Age Origins (Codex 11, Creatures)

Dragonlings

Newly hatched dragons are roughly the size of a deer and voraciously hungry. They live for a short time in their mother's lair before venturing out on their own. The slender, wingless creatures are born in vast numbers, as only a few ever make it to adulthood.

Drakes

Male dragons never develop into the winged monsters of myth. At most, their forelegs grow the vestigial spurs where winged membrane might have been.

Once they have fully matured, males immediately seek out the lairs of adult females. When they find one, they move into her lair and spend the rest of their lives there, hunting for her and defending her young. They will aggressively defend her nest, and many would-be dragon hunters have been lost to their fiery breath and crushing blows from their tails.

Dragons

Female dragons take much longer to mature than their male counterparts. They too undergo a metamorphosis of sorts at adulthood: But while males lose the use of their forepaws, females actually grow a third set of limbs specifically to serve as wings.

Young females travel great distances looking for suitable a nesting site. Because of their nomadic habits, these are the dragons most frequently encountered by man.

High Dragon

A fully mature female dragon is the high dragon: the great monster of legend, the rarest of all dragonkind. These dragons hollow out massive lairs for themselves, for they need the space to house their harem of drakes as well as their eggs and the dragonlings

High dragons are seldom seen. They spend most of their time sleeping and mating, living off of the prey the drakes bring back. But once every hundred years or so, the high dragon prepares for clutching by emerging from her lair and taking wing. She will fly far and wide, eating hundreds of animals, most often livestock, over the course of a few weeks and leaving smoldering devastation in her wake. She then returns to her lair to lay her eggs and will not appear in the skies again for another century.

[alex-makes-of-the-art]

The Hoomy Thrutmunk is also known by Mudgemite locals as "Old Man Drowning In My Aspic Barrel", a moniker earned from commonly finding the greyhound-sized omnivores drowned in aspic fermentation barrels in an attempt at a mating ritual.

As the mating rituals are 100-percent fatal to the creatures themselves, all living Thrutmunks are the result of parthenogenesis and not genetic recombination.