#the crazy worldbuilder

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

Can we all agree that, as worldbuilders, we aspire to fascinate?

When we watch powerful scenes, words describing battles, quotes that send shivers down our spines; We wish to replicate that.

The way our hairs go on end when one side of the conflict pulls a wildcard so unexpected we can't help but shake our fist in the air and exclaim.

The way we feel the struggle of the heroes, when words are no empty threats - they are facts, they are deeds, when they show the spirit of the one saying them is of the hardest mithril, unbendable and undefeated.

We all wish for our audience to feel the same way when we show them our creations.

[beebfreeb]

[unitedstates0fdakota]

I was talking about disco elysium with my friend and I mentioned Joyce not sleeping cuz of pale overexposure and that led to us talking about the hypothetical Elysium sigma males making tiktoks like “I don’t even sleep anymore thanks to the pale. I’m on that Grindset every hour of the day!” And the Elysium Andrew Tate posts a picture of him sitting in the pale with no shirt on. And then ppl on Twitter making fun of them like “sigma males getting pale radiation to own the beta males but they just end up going insane” “they’re already insane how is it gonna get worse” with some reaction gifs in there. Then pale researchers have to make their own tiktoks like “why you shouldn’t voluntarily overexpose yourself to the pale” and they just look so done.

[luxaofhesperides]

Human/Mer AU + Bioluminescent Siren Duke ; requested by @justwannabecat!

The human hadn’t been in his territory recently. 

He wasn’t attached or anything, but Duke had started to look forward to seeing him around. It was equal parts exciting and terrifying to be under the curious, watchful eyes of a human who could so easily be dragged down into the depths. 

He knows he shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be indulging this human’s curiosity, trying to lure him closer time after time. Holding the attention of any human is dangerous; Duke’s heard the stories plenty of time. He’s seen the damage humans can do even more. 

There’s just something different about this human, who never dives too deep, who smiles at him and leaves little gifts in the tide pools tucked away from the rest of the beach, hidden from sight. Or rather, usually hidden from sight, since this human is the only one to go there. 

It’s foolish, but Duke actually misses his human. 

It’s not the first time he’d been gone for long stretches of time, but something feels off. There’s worry curling up at the base of his throat, making him swim to the surface more frequently. Steph had given him a look when she caught him, but didn’t say a word. She shouldn’t, really, when she’s been sneaking up to the surface for her own human friend, some small, dangerous human with dark hair and hands that speak more than a voice.

He’d seen her, just once, when he had gone up to splash water and his human then swim away.

Somehow, things felt easier back then. Like the horrors of the world couldn’t reach them among those tide pools. 

It’s reached them now.

Duke’s not expecting to see his human when he swims up to the surface. He’s expecting another quiet night, an empty beach, a dark sky with only the moon casting its lonely light down onto him. 

But when he swims up, his eyes go to a figure on the beach instantly. 

Even from this distance, Duke knows: that’s his human.

He doesn’t think before he’s swimming over, pushing himself faster than he’s ever gone before. It’s low tide, so he can’t get as close as he wants and can’t reach most of the tide pools at all, but it gets him close enough. Human and merfolk vocal chords are different; he can speak in water, but can’t make more than a few hums in air, and humans can’t really do anything in water at all. 

His human is sitting with his knees tucked into his chest on the beach. He’s hiding in his clothes, a hood pulled over his head, but he looks up when Duke drags himself onto the sand. 

Duke can see bruises. Dried blood. A stray tear slipping out of his eyes. 

He wants to ask what’s happened? But all that comes out is a low crooning noise. 

His human laughs, a quiet, bitter noise that makes Duke’s chest tighten uncomfortably. “Hey,” he rasps in a low voice. “Been a while, hasn’t it? I hope you’ve had a better time than I did.”

Duke can’t reach his human. The distance between them isn’t great, but it’s too much. He’s already partially out of the water, hands sinking into the wet sand just out of reach of the waves, and he can’t get any farther out. He reaches a hand out, silently pleading for his human to come closer.

The move makes his human soften, some of the hard edge of tension in his body melt away. He gets up and walks into the water, then sits down next to Duke, taking his hand. 

“I missed you,” he whispers. 

If they were underwater, Duke would be able to say I missed you too. Don’t ever go away so long again. But his human is in no shape to go underwater right now, so Duke presses his hand against his lips and hums lightly. 

They sit in silence for a moment, and Duke realizes that he’s never been this close to any human before. It doesn’t feel dangerous. It feels like relief, to finally have his human in his reach, safe from the rest of the world. 

He gives him human another moment, then reaches out and carefully pushes his hood back. His human allows it, blinking at him slowly. Without the shadow of the hood, Duke can clearly see the bruise coloring his cheekbone and the cuts going down his temple to his jaw. His split lip is still red with blood, and what little of his throat isn’t hidden by his clothes reveals more bruises wrapped around the delicate column of his neck. 

Duke ghosts his fingers over each of these injuries, hating how easily humans hurt each other. His human leans into the touch despite how it must hurt, something devastating in his expression. 

Who hurt you comes out as a questioning trill. Somehow, it gets the point across.

“It’s alright,” his human says. “Really. I’m not even that hurt. It’s just been a long few months. We never talk much, so you wouldn’t know this, but I have to fight a lot of people. Perils of being a hero, you know?”

Duke knows about heroes. More specifically, he knows about mer heroes. He’s considered being one himself, but the currents shifted and he ended up more a loner, banding with the other rejects of the city to live in the fringes and help only those who wander out too far from the marginally safer waters within. 

He hasn’t heard of any human heroes, but then again, he doesn’t know much about humans at all. Nothing beyond the stories all parents tell their children to scare them away from the surface, or the horror stories kids tell each other in the middle of the night when they want to scare each other.

He hums again to let his human know he’s listening. His human has such a nice voice. Why haven’t they done this before? 

It’s always been a push and pull between them, carefully keeping their distance but always circling back to each other. Duke would let his human swim with him, and his human would let Duke sit safely on the other side of a tide pool, tossing sea shells back and forth between each other.

They don’t even know each other’s names. 

He wishes, just for a moment, that he could go back in time and do things better. But he’s happy here with his human and he doesn’t want to lose this either.

He’ll just have to make the best of what he has. It’s how he’s always lived after his parents disappeared.

“This really isn’t that bad,” his human says, “I’ve taken worse hits before. It’s just that I couldn’t transform before the attack started, so now my human form is bruised too.”

…Human form? The more Duke hears, the more questions he has. 

Duke hums at a lower octave, placing a hand over his human’s chest. 

His human laughs lightly. “Yeah, I guess we’ve never really talked much about ourselves, did we? I’m human, don’t worry, just not all the time. I… actually, I died a few years ago. But I came back partially. So I’m also half dead still and I can transform into a ghost to fight threats. I’m a hero called Phantom. Actually, Danny Phantom since I was stupid enough to just give out my first name when I started out. In my defense, my brain was still a little fried.”

There is so much he wants to say to that. He tries, and makes a series of low hums and clicks in the back of his throat, staring at Danny (he finally got his human’s name!) incredulously.

“I promise I’m fine,” Danny continues. “It was just a bit rough. As soon as I get some time to recover, I’ll be good as new! And I really did miss you, you know. Didn’t even go home first, just come straight here.”

That’s honestly really sweet. Duke hums again, a lighter pitch, and takes hold of Danny’s wrist and tugs him towards deeper waters. 

“What? You want me to go in?”

Duke nods, already shuffling his way back out of the sand. 

He expects to look awkward during the process. What he most definitely doesn’t expect is for Danny to easily pick him up and walk them both into the ocean.

Listen. Duke is not a small mer. He’s big. He’s got a long, heavy tail and wide fins going down his back, his forearms, and the sides of his tail. It’s a struggle for him to fit into seaweed nests with his friends during the colder seasons, often left to balance on the edge with his tail hanging out. His friends struggle to pull him through the water with his weight. His parents weren’t able to hold him much after he started growing.

None of this matters to Danny, who acts as if Duke weights nothing at all. 

To his great embarrassment, his fins flare in appreciation for Danny’s strength. He was not expecting a human to be so strong, but Duke’s not about to lie to himself and say it’s not attractive. 

He trills to Danny, who laughs again, then falls into the water, taking them both under. 

Duke doesn’t hesitate. He grabs hold of Danny and swims them further out. He stays close to the surface so Danny can rise for air as needed, but he makes no move to leave Duke’s side even after a few minutes.

He glances back, concerned, when he sees that Danny is watching him with dark eyes, not breathing at all despite being conscious.

Danny holds up a finger and closes his eyes. Two rings of light appear around his waist, then split apart and pass over his body. Instantly, Danny’s body becomes lighter, as if Duke’s hand is grasping at a current on the seabed. His hair turns white and his eyes glow from how bright of a green they are, but there’s something inhuman about his features now, something that makes him look different beyond just physical features. 

Well. Danny did say he could transform.

Now that they’re underwater, Duke can finally speak. The first thing he asks is, “What was that?”

Danny grins at him. “That,” he says, speaking with ease as if he’s not underwater at all, “was my transformation. And this is my ghost form. Quite the look, isn’t it?”

“You can talk down here?! Also, hi, my name’s Duke. Since I never introduced myself.”

“Ghosts can do a lot of things,” Danny answers with a cheeky grin. “It’s nice to finally know your name. I’ve been calling you glowfish in my head this whole time.”

“Glowfish?”

“Yeah. Because you, you know,” Danny gestures vaguely at him, “Glow.”

Duke glances down at his back fins, which are indeed glowing. They flare a bit from embarrassment, which just makes the dots of light lining the fins more visible. He doesn’t glow a lot, keeping a tight hold of that ability, but sometimes it comes out anyways when he’s feeling especially happy.

And apparently, he’s always very happy around Danny. 

It’s a good thing Danny doesn’t know what that means, because if anyone of his friends found out, they’d laugh at how obvious he’s being. Drawbacks of being somewhat bioluminescent: anyone familiar with mers who have this feature know exactly what the glow means. 

“Right,” he says just a beat too late. “Well, now that we know each other’s names, can you tell me how you really feel? Those injuries didn’t look too good.”

“It’s fine, really! I take harder hits all the time.”

“That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”

Danny doesn’t answer for a long moment, then sighs. “Yeah. It still hurts.”

“Stay with me for tonight,” he says. “You’ll be safe. You can rest and heal and I’ll keep you safe from anything that comes looking for you.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to.”

Danny doesn’t put up much of a fight. He must be exhausted. “Yeah, alright. Take me away, Duke. You know, this is like those stories about sirens luring sailors down into the depths.”

“Well, I am a siren.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah. I take after my mom. She’s the one who taught me how to sing.”

“I guess it’s a good thing we’re friends so I don’t have to worry about being dragged down to my watery death.”

Duke snorts. “Good thing you’re already a ghost then. Not much I can do to you down here.”

He swims down, heading towards a small cavern in a sea rock that he’s claimed as his own, leading Danny into it. The light from his fins illuminates the entrance and the rocks within, a narrow passage that goes in for a few meters before opening up into a larger space full of carefully tended to seaweed and starfish decorating the walls. 

There’s a nook tucked away in the back wall where he’s set up a seaweed bed, the plant braided together into something more solid. It’s big enough to fit his tail, which means it’s big enough for him and Danny. 

“Here,” he says, helping Danny down. “Get some sleep. Then you can tell me about what happened in the morning and we’ll take it from there.”

“I’m glad you’re here Duke,” Danny whispers, curling up on his side.  He holds Duke’s hand, twining their fingers together, and it’s as nice as it is strange to feel how cold Danny is in this form when he was so warm as a human. 

“I’ll always be here for you. You just need to come back to me.”

Danny hums, but doesn’t answer. It’s alright; Duke’s used to his loved ones leaving. He knows he can’t make them stay. All he can do is hope they return one day.

It’s been a long time since he’s had anyone in his home. There’s a communal cave where his friends stay that he visits when he gets lonely, but this place used to be for his family. Now it’s just him.

Him and Danny. 

The last time there was song in these walls, his mother was still around, singing him lullabies. 

Looking down at Danny, curled up and so strangely fragile looking, Duke feels the song build up in his chest. It slips out in low, soft notes, an old melody passed down through generations of their family. 

He sings Danny to sleep.

He sings and sings and sings until all his nightmares are soothed and dawn is almost upon them. 

It’s all he can do, so Duke sings and hopes it’s enough to keep Danny close to him for just a little longer.

[extrajigs]

Need to figure out chimera limbs more. A LOT MORE. They are surprisingly complicated. Hand I’ve got pretty much down, changing how their ‘thumb’ works slightly, rest of the ‘arm’ is tricky. Still debating how much I want that shoulder/hip joint to move and how it does so. 

TLDR They got weird grabby hands.

[15-lizards]

So I had this idea that in Dothraki culture when a person dies their hair is cut off and braided into jewellery for their relatives, similar to Victorian mourning jewellery, and I wanted to know what you thought.

YESSSSSSSSS god u are so big brained anon

There is already such a strong cultural attachment to a persons hair for Dothraki’s, so much so that it’s the greatest shame to cut it off. But when they die it’s seen as keeping a piece of them in remembrance as their soul goes off to the Night Lands, perhaps an anchor to the material world if their spirit ever wishes to return. Grandmothers with the hair of their young grandsons who died in battle weaving it into talismans. Children who lost their mother cutting off a lock of her hair so they can braid it into theirs. Men taking a braid of their deceased wife’s hair and tying it into their belts. Just the cultural implications of a person hair>>>

[gamer-paramnesia]

whats the world outside of quesadilla island like?

from what we know, its set on earth, and quesadilla island (according to sofia) is located at point nemo, the furthest point from all lifeforms

we know that the qsmp world is very much like ours, with planes and cargo freights and train stations and our current day technology (computers, security cameras, etc)

qsmp’s world has the same countries, the same languages as ours (the french flying back to france, the brazilians boating from australia (i cant quite remember this one feel free to correct me)

but the difference is that qsmp is set in a minecraft based world, while ours is.. well, the real world

so what does that mean in terms of the residents of quesadilla island?

does it mean that the entire world of qsmp is minecraft based? or is the island the only part of the world that is minecraft based? also whats up with the hybrids, then? are they normal in the qsmp world, or were they fully human outside of the island, and after arriving on the island found themselves changed...?

(on a funnier note, would a random city in the qsmp world be filled with phantoms and know them as pests, having exterminators? i love worldbuilding)

we also have the fact that apparently 2b2t is canon to the qsmp world as well, according to fit, so where would that be set? what would the logistics of that be? 

also, the existence of the eggs and the various mobs in the qsmp also add some questions. like, would they also be real outside of the island? are they island endemic? are they part of the act of quesadilla island?

a whole new layer to this would be if the island is actually a whole other dimension/plane of the earth, but i am simply not smart enough for that

but yes as you can see i love worldbuilding and the logistics of how the world in a story works with the story

[sandraharissa]

To me the core theme of arcane is this specific type of conflict that repeats over and over again in all the main aspects of the story that centers around 'sibling relationships'.

Starting with the two cities. We have Piltover and the bad side of Piltover. Technically they're supposed to be one and the same but one is the 'golden privileged child' while the other is disadvantaged and needs to rely on the rich side of Piltover for support, they can't do it by themselves. And then the rich side of Piltover fails in its duties of taking care of/protecting/supporting/whatever the poorer side and a split happens. Zaun is created and it becomes so dangerous and volatile, it becomes a menace and an active threat to itself/the outside and there's no going back. It's the monster Piltover created and even tho the Undercity suffered unfairly at this point it has become so monstrous there may be no improvement/redemption for it.

And obvs that's the exact same thing that happens with Vander/Silco and Vi/Jinx. However it's also imo completely applicable to Jayce/Viktor and even Heimer/Singed. Jayce and Viktor will only reach their break-up era in future seasons but it's a given this will happen but I know I obvs need to explain the Heimer/Singed example.

Based on what we know about them Heimer is just naturally immortal/long-living, how lucky for him, and completely lacks any ability to relate to beings who from his perspective live short life-spans. Meanwhile Singed is just a human and on top of that he had a 10yo child who died from some kind of disease(maybe?). Currently he is obsessed with discovering immortality: experimenting on ppl, mutating them, resurrecting corpses etc. possibly in an attempt to find a way to heal/resurrect his daughter. And we know him and Heimer were partners and that Heimer didn't help him and threw him out of the university or smth for his research. So the exact same dynamic as the other pairs.

So notice how we've got the cities, and then each city has its storyline, and each storyline has a pair of protags who reflect the conflict between the cities, and then each pair also has the pair that preceded them which also reflects the same conflict. In Zaun all these connections are about family ties: brothers, sisters, fathers/daughters, with inherited political/social roles like the Piltover sympathizer and criminal/revolutionary. Meanwhile Piltover storyline connections are about 'progress': science buddies, mentors and students, with Jayce succeeding Heimer as the barely-scientist-moreso-a-politician and Singed/Viktor being mad scientists. We've even got zaunite 'older siblings' associating with Piltover and piltovan 'younger siblings' being from/associating with Zaun.

Just really nice parallels all around.

But I actually have an honorable mention to add here at the end lol.

Mylo and Claggor. Obvs they don't quite fit cos they never develop into this kinda dynamic and they were never meant to but I can't help but notice the similarities. Claggor being the pure hearted hero archetype, looking like Vander, naturally good fighter, seemingly lacking insecurities, seems like the 'second in command' after Vi (second best with the fighting machine, Vander speaks to him second to get info about what happened), meanwhile Mylo giving off 3rd child vibes, full of insecurities and needing to prove himself, physically looks like a stick bug, a bit of a bully, "weird" lock-picking talents that he struggles with and isn't respected for (like Singed/Viktor's science, Powder's bombs or Silco's dream) that are actually super useful and impressive (like he could have been robbing millions from Piltover banks if he got adopted by Silco instead lol).

[riacte]

so hey guys i finished dungeon meshi yesterday and i'm still thinking about it

[pin3-vin3]

Thought about asexuality in the omegaverse for 5 seconds too long 20 dead 40 injured

Thinking you'll never be able to have a successful or stable relationship with any alpha or omega mate because of the staggering importance society places on fulfilling a mate's needs during their mating cycles, and just mating in general. Having family or friends or even colleagues who pose sex as this inevitability you'll probably come to face and accept because society is just so driven by it.

Going through mating cycles alone can be physically demanding enough but having that made worse if you're sex repulsed. Not having any pack members or a mate that can alleviate things nonsexually with scenting and cuddling and things like that. Having those people around you, but they can't help because they don't understand or refuse to understand and adapt to your needs.

Some people just luckily have lighter mating cycles. Some people have extreme ones. Then they'd have to take medication just to get through them. Some might even get surgeries to remove whatever parts necessary to prevent them. Then having to face even more ridicule from people who think they're destroying themself for no reason and should just suck it up and get a proper heat partner.

Regardless, there would be ways to adapt. And be happy. Not everyone's crazy insane

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

Freestyle Setting #1

In the beginning there were 6 great gods: - Gwenya, mother of elves. - Bealdor, lord of humans. - Doni, father of dwarves. - Rolghen, master of beasts. - Nurcelinn, queen of fairies. - and Retanvechadred, god of dragons.

Gwenya gave birth to the great elven spirits, also known as the Elven Pantheon: - Velais, he who sang with the winds. - Avaron, he who ruled the flames underground. - Eledys, she who broke the endless summer and created winter, and then was locked in the Eye of the North, encased in eternal ice amidst the sea of icebergs. - Favana, she who restored balance Eledys caused and put animals and trees to sleep during the winter so they would wake up in the spring. Then, Gwenya created elves in a lake of tears Eledys' shed in regret.

Bealdor created humans, and sent his son - Bearn - to spread gifts and teach compassion. But Bearn was killed by humans allied with the evil forces, and Bealdor, unknowingly, turned his back to his creation, only rarely answering prayers of the ones who asked forgiveness for the deeds of their kin. Bearn was known to have many children, but his bloodline spread too thin, and only in the afterlife were they granted any saint status. - Wyrcan, saint of craftsmen. - Heathorinc, saint of warriors. - Modorrah, saint of mothers. - Aergod, saint of fathers. - Creod, saint of death. - Faemna, saint of maidens. - and the Saint of strangers.

Doni himself established the first kingdoms of the dwarves, beginning the divine line of dwarven kings, and died in the age of 1234. It is said he wakes up, at times, in the minds of those who have his blood in them, and his spirit reincarnates every 1234 years.

Rolghen was the primal evil of all, corrupting Avaron and making him his servant, taking his realm and calling it Hell, stealing souls traveling to the afterlife by pulling them by the "tails of evil" that manifest in their souls; Rolghen then used to corrupt souls of the dead, unable to create his own, and turn them into spawns of evil that he spread through the world. He also corrupted Heathorinc, the human Saint of Warriors, and made him his great instrument of influencing the world. His kin is now called Demons, and his children rule Hell, the seven levels of it, leaving one for Rolghen and one for the wildlings and Avaron. - Equamora, Mare of Lust, rules 536 legions. - Porcagul, Boar of Gluttony, rules 828 legions. - Raatavarit, Rat of Greed, rules 750 legions. - Desid, the Sloth, rules 306 legions. - Irivar, Man of Wrath, rules 888 legions. - Seriniva, Snake of Envy, rules 1014 legions. - Lesurprur, Lion of Pride, rules 768 legions.

Nurcelinn shared her wisdom with Favana on how to create the cycle of seasons, and out of it, Faemna created the four Fae Kingdoms, the two courts: Seelie and Unseelie. The Fae Council was held to give the queen advice, as Fae Princes and Princesses gave their say on the needs of the kingdom. Nurcelinn stole the name of the Saint of Strangers from the human pantheon.

Retanvechardred called himself the ruler of all dragons, oldest, first, fatherless and strongest - he is the true, most powerful ruler of the world as we know it. But he was sealed away, sent to rule the void on the edge of sunlight, where rock islands float in the black space (aka a meteor belt). He many children, great dragons of the elements and metals, who now rule the elemental planes. - Emmaflied, she of fire, mother of kobolds. - Nelserfed, he of stone. - Erdieed, she of earth, mother of lesser dragons. - Seisad, he of ice. - Ressaswad, he of water. - Aftulied, she of air, mother of winged dragons. - Achtislad, he of light. - Nattersched, he of darkness. - Aldosgad, he of gold. - Relbissad, he of silver. - Repfuskad, he of copper. - Nitasplad, he of platinum. - Rurkesmad, he of quicksilver. - Litrismad, he of mithril. - Miudorhied, a female dragon lord of an unknown metal. - as well as other, less known dragon lords who were killed by their siblings to long ago for their names to be remembered.

Thus, there are numerous realms.

Mortal realm (known by many names, but ultimately called "Ranoras") + Hell Plane of Light + Heaven (creation of Gwenya) Plane of Darkness Void + Afterlife Plane of Fire Plane of Air, House of Summer Plane of Stone Plane of Earth, House of Autumn Plane of Ice, House of Winter Plane of Water, House of Spring

Map of Ranoras' four continents.

Cosmology of the universe (also called Secorum).

[moonshine-nightlight]

@cax-per submitted:

me doing my daily check ins to see if the next part of There’s Nothing Wrong With Dale is out yet 🥸💻

this week has flown by so fast, holy shit. my original plan was to edit Monday (possibly Tuesday too depending on how long it took) which is already shakey cuz during the week, but between work and headaches, yeah no editing was accomplished this week

soo i shall be spending today editing chapter 34 of Dale (which is over 10k words) and hopefully posting it today as well

[extrajigs]

Got my comp set up at my inlaws so I am back on the net! Time to get into chimera variants! Buckle up this is an info dump below. 

Chimera actually get their common name because they come in a LOT of different shapes once their society advances enough to discover magical body modification. Something that I’m going to have to make a few posts about but these are the ‘starting styles’ so to say. They are based off of different populations in Mirum who occupied different areas of the continent prior to chimera becoming one unified culture. 

Coastal- These chimera are living the closest to the ancestral chimeric niche. They live in the island chains and Western/Southern coasts of Mirum, live in very small nomadic family groups. Most distinguishing features of them is the fact that their faceplate does not fully flatten out upon maturity, leaving them with a much wider field of view and a more streamlined body. They also have partially fused trunks, much wider splayed toes, and long thin teeth. These are the fellas built for a much more aquatic life, fast swimmers but a little clonky on land. 

Plains- The stock standard. These are the most common ethnicity of chimera by a mile, populating the vast floodplains of the continents interior. They are lean and quick on their feet, with endurance equal to their speed. The majority of their diet still relies on the waterways around their settlements, but they don’t turn their nose up at fruit and veggies. Think of them as the transitional form, venturing into spending most of their time on land, but still very tied to the water. They live in large towns with many different families coming and going, sometimes far enough to run into the others! 

Alpine- Short and stout, these fellas are pretty much the only variety of chimera able to inhabit Mirum’s Southern mountain chain. They are built for the cold, with much more bristled nostrils and bellows to keep out the chill and padded toes to help them climb their rocky home. These guys aren’t particularly fast but they really have no need to be for these are the only chimera that don’t regularly worry about predation, the largest carnivores in the mountains are terrestrial birds which very rarely target larger prey. Their main worry is food, they have moved off of fish to meat, leading to them going from actively hunting to more trapping and farming. They live in small towns with very few ever leaving aside from trading, but that’s not infallible.

Forest- From the forest/jungle covering the Eastern side of the continent come the largest of the chimera, these guys are tall and lean. By far the fastest yet quickest to tire, they’re the most magic reliant of the bunch. The classic squishy caster. They live a calm life and worry far more about Antlerworms than Histin, so they are able to be a bit more lax on their building construction. Their towns are small but known for large sprawling buildings, often built around and through some of the larger trees in their range. Again they have weaned off of fish somewhat, but still actively chase down their meat. For their greens they have taken to orchards within felled portions of forest. 

That’s the basic ideas, but all of them have far more in common with each other than not. They all ‘speak’ the same ‘language’, recognize the same creator, and generally no issue with accepting others into their communities. As time goes on the boarders between them begin to blur until most chimera have a little of every background within them.

[made-nondescript]

guy who is very normal about having his hair touched by two people he cares about for the first time (real). based on a scene from @atherix​ ‘s midnight series!! (midnight strolls ch5, specifically!)

flats!!! (for scar). the background was a VERY last minute decision so its not much to look at. i just knew i wouldn’t be satisfied leaving this as a messily colored sketch PLUS the scene is so ambient it really would not have done it justice without one. PLUS plus. this is propaganda. you want to read midnight now like sooo bad ooooo (but of course, as always, check tags before you read!)

here is also a grian!! pretend those look like talons. look at this guy!!!!!!!!

[beeb-oob]

whats your opinion on people who create not so plausible creatures and tag their posts as spec bio/evo/zoo? I have no personal problems w/ it but I just wanna know where other people stand

i am not one to gatekeep others who don't have time/energy to do tons of research for their spec bio projects, it's supposed to be fun first and foremost!

So if you have a really fun idea for a speculative critter you can share it under those tags, the whole thing is based on speculation after all

[gotyouanyway]

time lords developing a symbiotic "telepathically bond and mate for life" relationship with the machine-species they themselves created, then acting like romantic/sexual feelings are an unforeseen and aberrant byproduct of that instead of the most natural and logical result