#i am not going to be able to sleep

[problemcore]

wow thst was a good nap

[serpentface]

The pylidaigh, a type of vampiric snow ghost, as imagined in folklore in and around the Highlands.

This is a ghost believed to come into being when a person dies in the snow and their body is not found before their soul (still trapped without its funeral rites) 'freezes' inside of it. The body then reanimates into a pylidaigh's twisted form. It looks like someone who slowly died of starvation, just a thin layer of flesh over bones. Its skin is as white as the snow itself, so pale it can blend seamlessly into a blizzard. Most of its body appears subtly stretched and lanky, save for its exceptionally unsubtle long, skinny arms, which drag on the ground behind it when it walks. After a big meal of blood, its belly swells like the abdomen of a tick.

A pylidaigh can only tread across snow and ice, and so doorways and windows are best kept clear of snowfall during the winter in order to prevent it from reaching inside. It mostly comes out to hunt during blizzards when there is little that can prevent it from catching its victims.

In spite of its fragile appearance, a pylidaigh is supernaturally strong, and can run at great speeds when it wants to. No mortal weapons can pierce its body, nor can any bonds known to craftsmen hold it in place. It is usually said that chains forged like iron but made out of ice can bind a pylidaigh and render it immobile, but this smithing technique remains tragically elusive to the average joe.

This ghost is either cast as a wildly dangerous but tragic figure, or one that is more simply malicious. In either case, it is described as experiencing nothing but bitter cold. It shivers endlessly. It retains distant memories of what it was to be alive, and it is motivated by a futile desperation to experience the feeling of warmth again.

In more sympathetic framings, it is described as using its freaky gibbon arms to capture its victims and pull them into an embrace, rather innocently trying to warm itself against their body. This inevitably fails, and the embrace becomes a bone crushing squeeze. When that too fails to warm the ghost, it rips out the person's throat and drinks their blood until the victim is as cold and drained as the pylidaigh itself.

In other cases, this more pitiable narrative of a ghost seeking warmth with no comprehension of its actions is discarded in favor of making it purely monstrous. Here it is a type of vampire with an insatiable thirst, practically a physical manifestation of the worst of winter itself. Some tales acknowledge both variants, suggesting a pylidaigh's violent attempts to warm itself may be initially devoid of malice, but turns into an act of furious jealousy of the warmth of the living after years of suffering.

The only (more or less) surefire method to permanently kill a roaming pylidaigh involves trapping it with fire. They are attracted to any source of heat, and will attempt to warm themselves with the flames (if not tempted away by a juicy living human body). The fire itself cannot kill them (as the sheer cold of their body is more powerful even than flame) but they can be trapped if kept near the fire long enough for the snow it depends upon to melt. This does not kill the pylidaigh either. The monster will remain in stuck in place (and potentially become a threat again if it snows more) for the duration of the winter. Only when the spring comes and all the snow melts does it revert into a normal human carcass (though mysteriously invulnerable to decay), at which point it can be cremated.

Pylidaigh in the wilds also revert to a human corpse during the snowless seasons, but will roam again each following winter unless it is burnt in the interim. It is of critical importance that any human corpse found in high mountain pasture is cremated- not only out of respect for the poor soul trapped as an earthbound ghost, but to prevent the threat of the possible dormant pylidaigh emerging next winter.

[barghest-land]

ata tu corazón, mi amor, y arrástralo por la tierra

[vagueconfusion]

[ohitslen]

Happy birthday TRIGUN STAMPEDE!! 🎉

[unriding]

a … a gift from the talented @kruinka 🥹 thank you so much!! ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

[why-the-heck-not]

19.09.23, tuesday

tired !! but nOT SLEEPY damnit

things done today:

2h lecture

4h of coding

[justanartistiguess]

POV: You’re Vaggie:

[eri-pl]

Even if Sauron had come back after the war of wrath, and been good again and all, Curumo would still fall.

Imagine: little Mairon comes back, all messed up, crying or at least very miserable and all sorry, and all that.

What does Aulë do?

Aulë kind and humble, and not vengeful (see: him not being wroth at the Noldor ruining away like he was in BoLT)... I guess we can agree that he would throw a party. Because he would. He absolutely would.

And Curumo absolutely would feel offended by it. (Going with your assumption that he's somewhat jealous). And probably not only him.

But now, there's this problem when you are kind, but not great at interpersonal skills, and instead of two kids to manage you have a whole workshop of them, and they don't always voice their concerns clearly, and you don't read minds (well, unless they let you).

Aulë would either fail to notice that Curumo had a problem, or fall to explain to him that he's not less loved and all that.

And sooner or later, there would be results.

[sheepthatgobaa]

Satan shower card edit because WHY IS HE WEARING SHORTSS 🤬🤬‼️‼️‼️

also plopped some headcanons and better lighting on him :3

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One with less steam on his ass because it started off as a joke but I am NOT a coward:

[torchickentacos]

Running a high ish fever and I don’t know how sickfic writers make it romanticized. This is not fun and there is nobody to make me soup which is deeply unfortunate to me. Shoutout sickfic writers for making this seem cute and not shivering and bad and unfortunate

[mossypidder]

I recorded all this back in February and March but never got around to editing it all together, so here it finally is. Definitely not because I’m really bad at talking to a camera and I feel like the whole thing awful. I’m gonna get better pictures in the morning, because I have a migraine. But this is my little whaleshark buddy. Any name suggestions?

[marcelineuntitled]

based on the recent chapter of This Is Not The End by @kings-highway (again, yeah <3)

[bunnylouisegrimes]

Me: (Struggling to fall asleep thanks to insomnia)

Patrick inside my brain:

(The source this was from): https://youtube.com/shorts/3lPvhPzfmGQ?feature=shared

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

couple of mello + near doodles

[ganondoodle]

i dont think i have the right to ask this, since i so rarely have the energy to reply, but .. i want my drive to draw art back and this awful depression gone (or at least made less bad..) so desperately that i will bear the shame of asking it anyway, just in the hopes of something getting that spark i had held onto for so long to light back up

though .. im not sure what i want to ask for, i guess .. anything? something you'd like to see me draw, a compliment, a question- whether zelda or oc related, a little totk rant of your own, a picture of your cat, a random fun fact-