#or a slimelike creature

[alex-leweird]

My sister had invited me to his friend's dnd party (without my consent, but I won't complain). So, some dnd art based on some ideas for characters are coming to this tumblr

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

recently i have really been feeling the need for egg laying again. idk. i want some weird bug or slimelike creature to force me into a prone position and stick its ovipositor so deep inside of me that it goes past my cervix into my womb and deliver so many eggs that my tummy bulges out and i feel thrice as heavy. and then i want it to find my ass and do the same thing, and maybe even confuse my mouth for something where it can put its eggs and force them down my throat so i'm so full i couldn't move if i tried

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[gcaa-official]

I have a "What's that creature" question

Do you have like a generic slime creature

Also I wanna know about the marine life if there is any lol

Hello, Anonymous Peruser.

For your first question: if you have been seeing slime it is likely one of two things: riverfae larvae or nymphen majicsap. If it is sensitive to water, blue, green or purple, and anywhere between three and ten handspans in diameter, you're looking at a riverfae larva. If it is smaller than five handspans in diameter, non-porous and any shade of yellow, red, brown or amber, it is nymphen majicsap.

Riverfae larvae are sentient, but nymphen majicsap is the product of dendrolyzed (fully tree) nymphs — may be known also as ‘woodfae’, however taxonomically inaccurate — emitting majic that condenses into a slimelike form after being pushed through their bark. It is not technically living but often moves independently.

For your second question: if you continue to follow this blog, a lot will be said about marine life. But one of my favorite sea-dwelling creatures to speak on — Rian calls it ‘infodumping’ or something equally as nonsensical sounding — are west-ocean sorijillum, known colloquially as ‘syrens’. They are my favorite seafae subspecies and the way they communicate is absolutely fascinating. I will talk about them in ikretonology post at some point.

Thank you for asking, Anonymous Peruser.

– Xiun Voriartum

[ballpitcryptid]

so i just heard of your original species, and i immediately wanted to draw one! but the thing is, i have no idea what they are of how they operate, so do you think you could give me some basics (like how they’re supposed to look and whatnot)?

I havent made a proper guideline document yet, however ill list a few here!

Glowhims are unnatural creatures found in almost every climate who are known for their distinct glow. At least one part of their body irradiates a glow, and in general they are known to brightly colored creatures. Besides their brightness, they are known for being tall, (6-9ft but some being even taller) and having horns and/or ears, and having no nose. They also commonly have tails, wings, fur, feathers, etc.

Glowhims are shapeshifters and are made of a magical slimelike substance which varies on consistency between glowhims. Because of their shapeshifting ability they traditionally have several forms. These forms may include but are not limited to: a human disguise, a monsterous form, an animal form, etc etc. Here are some examples!

Normal form!

Glowhims normal forms are typically bipedal and humanoid. However they still have unnatural colors and things such as tails, horns and ears. While most are pretty "normal" Glowhims are ment to be a mostly lax guideline species, so centaurish or multilimbed normal forms exist.

Monsterous/Traditional Forms!

Monsterous/Traditional forms are extremely lax on guidelines, the main thing is that they are zany and absurd. These forms are actually a tradition for Glowhims! (Glowhims are completely sentient and have the intelligence of a human) Its their way of self expression and often it becomes a contest between Whims. These also double as a self defense mechanism.

Human Forms!

Some Whims enjoy being apart of human society! However Glowhims and Humans have a tenuous relationship, so Whims disguise themselves to fit in. (Glowhims are perceived to be hostile, which is why glowhim hunters exist)

Another final aspect to talk about is the hostility of the glowhim. Each glowhim has a power which can be anything, and some use that power to lure humans. Older Glowhims enjoy luring humans for sport while Modern Glowhims tend to leave them alone. Older whims see humans as prey whereas modern whims see humans as equal. Glowhims often have a bad reputation specifically because of the Older Glowhims.

Well thats about it! Id love to see the one you create :3

Also also glowhims come from a whole in the ground but thats lore i can repost later hehe.

[desudog-gone]

just dumping this here bc i wanna put it out there

my hc for body type nad changes through awakening of chrom + robin (necessary reminder that my robin is not a human, and is a sort of artificially created shapeshifter who was raised around humans. his body size changes depending on his diet because what he eats stays in him when his shape changes. (his mass cannot change- he can seperate into groupings of smaller objects but cannot be larger than what exists of him.) and the amount of abstract mass (just a pitch dark color slimelike base form) depends on his diet. so the more he eats would displace inner mass, making him appear perhaps taller if he decided to use the extra displaced amount for that. further, food that doesnt give him energy is just converted to physical mass. so more food = bigger in any regard, less food = smaller in any regard. so this is something that fluxuates often- but like a snake, he doesnt need to eat much because he doesnt digest fast enough to do so. so hes less impacted by food scarcity) (can you tell i like writing fictional/monster biology lol) think of robin like hes made of wax, which can be poured into different molds. a lot of wax could fill just 1 large shape, or multiple smaller ones, but if theres not enough, it wont fill it entirely. (a man sized robin couldnt turn into a horse- they dont share the same amount of body.) however, adding something to displace wax to fill up the mold further could, like adding a rock into it, the level would rise. so when he's eaten something, its similar, theres a static non-body displacement inside him, which could be small like an apple, or larger like a few days of dinner.

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pt 1.

chrom older teen chrom is basically as lean as he is in canon at this point. despite being royalty, hes roaming about with the other shepards rn, and because they hunt for their food, its not a very secure source and probably mostly lean meat like rabbits, and probably happily gives portions of his meal to his little sister if it wasnt that good of a night for hunting. hes also basically constantly moving and burning energy, he has the metabolism of a 17 year old so all in all hes pretty lightweight. his sword skill is -okay- (hence why future-past lucina matches him in strength and skill, plus canonically he does get better as he levels up, gameplay wise.) he doesnt need to shave often and his body hair isnt coming in too thick yet. generally hes kinda scrappy looking and probably pushes himself a little too far and spreads himself too thin.

robin i hc robin as about just 1 1/2 years or so older than chrom. he's short and thin (not in a healthy way) because his species size is dependent on diet frequency, he avoids eating often too after joining up with the shepards because hes self conscious and wary about breaking his human disguise while hes still trying to hide it here. hes shorter than chrom and has a somewhat inconsistent facial look because he hasnt really learned to return to the exact same form every time*. can eat human foods but sneaks out to eat bodies after perticularly draining battles, as human foods are not as physically or magically energy producing due to his nature as an artificial creature of dark magic. *this inconsistency is also generally true to his body hair, although its hard to notice anyways because he has light skin and light hair. however, he never has facial hair.

---- pt 2; ~5 year timeskip

chrom at first, chrom gains weight and a scruffier look as a result of a settling depression as he mourns his elder sister and grapples with a title he's anxious about receiving. eventually he starts getting back into the swing of taking better care of himself and being more confident in his abilities as a leader, using his sisters death to strengthen his resolve and his closeness to the ever supportive robin to fill in the rough patches. as he gets active he doesnt lose much weight (which i want to note- im describing neutrally. his weight gain isnt morally connected to anything, just like in real life. it just happens) as hes older now, and his metabolism is evening out, and now that hes at home much more, his meals are more stable and with more rounded nutrition and variety. his body hair is thicker and has to be more regularly maintained and by now hes just back to shaving his face regularly (to robins protest, who likes a stubbly face). as lucina is born(formed?) chrom decides he will do what he can to not lose his heart and stability again. during valm, he builds back up a lot of the muscle he hadnt been pushing while he was busy settling into his new position and family. chrom is more easily stressed this time around and isnt so ignorant as he was before and takes the war more seriously after having faced personal loss. the exercise has settled him into the dadbod hes earned.

robin robin has learned much better how to return to the same form each time he leaves it, but doesnt worry as much anymore as chrom is aware of his inhumanity, but still tries to keep it under wraps for the publics sake, considering theyre still uncertain about him as a plegian at all. he's settled on a more mature face than before and often looks just as tired and worn as he actually is, spending many days and nights handling legal matters for his fiance, and then being hard at work with lucina, who is artifically created the same way robin is. due to a consistent diet and lack of losing pieces of himself in battle, robin is now just as tall as chrom, sometimes a bit taller, and has a little bit of a "i work at a table for most of my time" tummy and posture. not much of him changes physically during valm, although hes often seen looking less preened and a smidge more frazzled- but work at home has just been replaced with tactical work, so his already dark eyebags and clenched jaw doesnt really intensify that much worse. battling with his growing migraines while grima attempts to contact him more and more, he relies on chrom to help him find peace and footing, who is more than happy to be his husbands rock. he bites his nails about lucina back home and the war at his feet often. after the reveal of the future past lucina, his stress continues to worsen as his daughter is now also on the battlefield, but he works harder to look more presentable, doing what he can to help be a good role model to lucina as well as work oh her distrsut to him, which as this point is mostly puzzling. robin also falls back to being shorter (although not as short as before) than chrom, although this fluctuates.

--- pt 3 / grima

chrom chrom hasnt changed much from before, not given much time to settle, hes thrown right back into the frying pan with the return ot plegia as a threat. he works hard despite having unrecovered wounds at this point. generally, this chapter is very much revolved around robin. after the weaker fake out bolt, chrom still suffers a circular burn on his torso which eventually scars over.

robin the relentless now battering of grima in his skull takes a toll on robin, whos mental health effects physical health as he distrusts himself after being possessed. unable to bring himself to eat human remains as he needs to for its magic properties in the context of his species due to it reminding him of his closeness to grima, he faces physical weakness and a growing urge to hunt, which only makes him further parinoid about his fell blood. espessially frazzled, robin spends almost all his time either planning for the next meeting with the enemy or allies, or out on a walk to "clear his mind", which is moreso because hes afraid of lashing out at others.

--- postgame

chrom after robins sacrifice, he searches without end for him, hanging onto nagas words that he can come back. he neglects returning home and to the throne to do so, and fails to take care of himself worst of all, often going hungry, pushing himself physically, and getting frustrated with others and himself. lucina eventually shakes it back into him that he must carry on for everyone no matter what and he reluctantly spends less time searching, and more on himself and others, but still feels lost and incomplete. finally being able to start his duties as exalt for good once he finds him, chrom settles into a less active life, serving as the public face for his kingdoms new era while robin works out the paperwork side of things. he shaves inconsistently, essentally leaving his beard growing out only for however long robin can convince him. (robin says its a mature and kingly look, but chrom thinks its scratchy and strange to see in the mirror.)

robin im retconning the mark of grima disappearing because i think they look cool. robin returns to his desk work posture and living in a castle closeness to food, but struggles with his creature of darkness hunger. his nature returns to being level headed and intuitive, able to find peace and stability after returning to the world of the living, eventually leading to the creation of the twin morgans. he enjoys the imports from his home country now that theyre no longer waring and are now working on repairing the bond between each country. although he has clothes from the castle tailors, he prefers to wear plegian clothing, seeing himself as the most important ambassador to the country of his birth while the distrust between each country repairs. although it changes often, he averages out as about the same height as chrom.

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im a "each eye has a brand" lucina chrobin truther. so theres that. Lucinas hair lightens slightly over time, when he would eventually be in her late 30s to early 40s, it would reach an only slightly blue sort of silver color, where it would stop changing. it changes as it grows, so in her 20s, she has a sort of ombre going on.

the morgans have mirrors of eachothers brand mark, with the brand of the exalt on morganf's left hand, and morganm's right, with the brand of the exalt on the opposite for each. (who each have chrobs blue hair.) the morgans are entirely identical physically, only robin and henry can tell them apart, as robin can naturally see their magically aura, and henry navigates via using a sort of magical sonar, and can hear them as separate noises their souls make, and plays stupid about how others get confused. robin enjoys using the twins to troll others, which is why he dresses them the same and cuts them the same haircut. chrom doesnt really think its funny but the kids enjoy it too so he doesnt care.

owain is trans in my hcs, and isnt out to anyone except robin, who asked because plegian culture percieves gender differently than ylissians do, so the both of them act confused on why lissa's baby is a girl. despite this, owain spends lots of quality time with his family, after witnessing his parents die in his timeline, he wont let the discomfort of hearing his deadname deter him from spending time with them, and enjoys playing with his "little sister" who can sometimes be a bit too rough and tumble for the other kids because of her claws. (lissa is a human, but ricken is nonhuman, sort of like a sphinx thing, which owain is in turn. although both of them usually just use a human form because thats the norm)

[votederpycausemufins]

College has stopped kicking my butt enough for me to post another chapter of the the Scattered au fic. this one is meant to be a parallel to last chapter, so you might want to reread that one.

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Xisuma pulled himself out of the water, coughing a bit from what had gotten past his filter. He tried to look around only to squint at the light from the surface. He didn’t think he had swum that far up, but for all he knew, he was able to push himself that far to finally escape the warden. So when something suddenly attacked him and didn’t immediately kill him, Xisuma quickly fought back.

While initially swimming, he thought he had felt something though wasn’t sure, but this was much more clear. And slimelike, it seemed, since that’s what it felt like when he attacked it. But the following grunt of pain from the attacker sounded much more human like.

Xisuma did his best to focus on whatever was there, but he was seeing double. He looked back and forth, trying to tell if it was just from the intense lighting change or from there actually being two… things there. And it seemed it was the latter when the things looked at each other.

“Well, that’s probably not good.” The two things spoke in unison, which didn’t help the headache that Xisuma could feel coming on. Still, he was able to focus enough to get a good look at whatever was there and was a slime hybrid of sorts similar to Jevin, though instead of his very clearly blue slime, these two - one? They were more of a sea green. Plus from what Xisuma could guess, they were able to split like a regular slime, something Jevin couldn’t.

“Sorry.” Xisuma spoke up, it finally clicking in his mind that he had likely damaged them enough to make them split. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought you were attacking- I mean, maybe you were, but this does seem to be where you’re staying, so I guess I invaded your home a bit.”

“I guess. So, are you from around here?” The slime pair asked, making Xisuma shake his head. “Huh, neither am I… are we… This is the first time I’ve split so-”

Xisuma tilted his head a little. “I guess it is pretty safe here. Have you had any deaths so far?”

“I thought that was going to be my first.”

“So that would explain the lack of death messages as opposed to Gemini or Pearlescent. Do you know either of them?”

“No, sorry, not really.” The slime people answered. “Well, uh, there’s just enough here if you need basic tools, but not much else. I’ve got a pickaxe- crafting table.”

Xisuma looked between the two. “I think both would be nice. I spawned underground and had trouble with getting anything at all.” And before he could say more, the slime people were handing him those two items and a few more.

“You’re on your own for food though. Berries aren’t the most filling, so I’ve been eating them all up. They taste nice though.” And to prove their point, each of the slime people went after a berry, though they went after the same one and ended up fighting over it.

Xisuma nodded and went up to one of the walls. This would be much easier than getting the warden to do all his mining, seeing as how he would now be in control. He started to staircase out of the cave, placing what few torches he had until he found more coal. Technically he didn’t need to, but then something could spawn and head down and attack the slime pair. And Xisuma didn’t want to never return and just leave them there alone forever. So when he finally did get up to the surface, Xisuma went straight back down. “Are you sure you want to- er, what are you doing?”

The slime people looked back over to Xisuma and shrugged. “Trying to fuse back together or something. Why did you come back?”

Xisuma wasn’t sure exactly what happened, but the next thing he really knew, he was going back up towards the surface, his arms full from holding the slime pair, one cradled in each arm. Sure, they said they would be safe alone in the cave, but X couldn’t help the feeling that they wouldn’t be safe so far away. He was pretty sure it was just from his worry about everyone else, and this was just one person he could protect, but Xisuma couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else going on.

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Hypno leaned against Etho, who was doing surprisingly well considering their current situation. Both of them were low on hunger, only managing to stay alive from what little they could get from the flowers and grass they picked and ate. Etho somehow managed to find a pig wandering around and killed it for some raw pork, handing it to Hypno to eat. They couldn’t cook it, but Etho was less worried about the hunger the meat would satiate and more about the fact that Hypno wasn’t fully himself.

After the initial shock of finding horns on Hypno’s head, the pair looked him over. Hypno made mention of an ache at the base of his spine, and Etho found a few concerning bumps on Hypno’s upper back. Until they actively looked into it, Hypno hadn’t noticed anything wrong, which led to them checking Etho, and also giving the ninja something to plan for on his next respawns.

Etho was glad they didn’t notice much with him, but with little to do, he explained to Hypno his encounters with Ren, Impulse and Grian. Out of the three, Impulse had seemed the most normal, only having red eyes instead of the golden brown he usually sported. Ren had seemed fine at first, but then in the attack from the creeper, the shifter had killed Etho, acting like an attacked wolf. And then Grian for the most part had been acting like a bird, though near the end…

A moobloom trotted over, pulling Etho out of his thoughts. It nuzzled against Hypno, who happily reciprocated. Still worried about the other hermit and the effects the environment was having on him, Etho forcefully separated the two, needing to attack the animal to make it flee.

“What was that for Etho? It was just being friendly.”

“Right now, we need to be cautious of everything. Especially those cows and all the flowers around here. Because in case you forgot, growing horns like that is not normal. Plus, we could use the food right now.”

Hypno huffed. “We’ll use up more energy trying to kill it than we would get from anything it drops. It’s better to let us willingly help us than-”

Etho suddenly held up a finger to shush Hypno, letting them listen to the breeze. “Do you hear that?”

Hypno listened, only hearing a few moos from the nearby moobloom. “The cows?”

“Well, okay yeah. But it’s more what I’m not hearing.” And then Etho pulled out his communicator. Hypno watched as Etho stared at the screen, mask moving ever so slightly as he mouthed counting up. But nothing was happening. At first, Hypno didn’t get what was so important until he pulled out his own communicator. No death messages were coming in. Specifically none from Impulse.

“Impulse got out.” Hypno said, whispering in disbelief. “Someone must have found him.”

Etho nodded. “Yeah, but the question is who.” And then almost immediately, it was answered.

Zedaph was slain by impulseSV

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If there was one thing that was a benefit to respawning in the same place every time, it was the fact that no matter how many times Impulse died, the guardians wouldn’t disappear. Meaning that after a few attempts, he finally killed one of the monsters giving him grief. Just being able to slay one of them felt freeing with all the torment he was currently being put through, but that wasn’t the only benefit.

When the guardian died, it dropped two things, a prismarine shard and some cod. Impulse greedily grabbed at the items, stuffing the shard in his inventory and then stuffing the fish in his mouth. After not eating in so long, the fish seemed like the most heavenly food in the world, though Impulse had other ideas on why that was the case.

Here and there, guardians had completely ignored him. Sometimes he felt like he was getting a full breath of air even though he was still stuck in the water. He hadn’t missed the webbing between his fingers and toes growing each respawn nor the scales that appeared and itched like crazy. Half of Impulse would have preferred drowning forever instead of whatever this was, but his other half realized that it was likely his only way out.

Another respawn left him fumbling for his prismarine shard, using it to dig into the nearby blocks. Along with the claw-like nails he had gained, Impulse was able to break another block, making him smile at first, but then his expression dropped. With the way the temples were constructed, the walls weren’t that thick. Instead of gaining an air pocket, he had just broken into another chamber.

“Impulse.”

In anger, Impulse took the prismarine shard and used it against the next guardian he saw.

“Impulse.”

He started by using it like a knife and jamming it into the eye of the beast, making it flail and spread its spikes.

“Impulse.”

As the world around him seemed to fade into blues and golds, Impulse kept attacking, needing to get his anger out somehow.

“Impulse. Impulse. Impulse.” And then Impulse felt like he was falling, but he still thrashed around, trying to stop whatever it was. Then the next thing he knew, it was like gravity had increased drastically, leaving him pressed against the floor. Something moved and he attacked it, surprised to find it feeling much fluffier than the guardians had been. There was a sound, like someone talking, but why would anyone be talking with him stuck all alone. Etho maybe? Was he back?

As the creature died in his hands, Impulse looked towards the sound. The first thing he noticed was that Etho’s eyes were now both red. Even the sclera were red. He had also dyed his hair blond, and gotten rid of his mask, and well that wasn’t Etho at all. Impulse kicked his legs to try and swim closer, only to finally realize he wasn’t underwater anymore.

The moment Impulse realized he was out of the sea temple, he started taking gulps of air. His lungs had already started breathing it all, but now he was trying to get as much oxygen as he could before he drowned again. A part in the back of his mind told him he couldn’t drown right now, but his mental state wasn’t the best right now.

“Hey Impulse. Calming down now?” Tango was asking, and Impulse looked over, glad to see his friend. He nodded, which got Tango to smile before looking off towards the horizon. Impulse briefly followed Tango’s eyes before his hand moved and he felt the soft wool of the carpets beneath him. It almost felt overwhelming how different it was compared to the past week plus that he had been stuck in the temple. But it was also good, so he wrapped himself up before following Tango’s eyes once more.

“What’s that way?” Impulse spoke, voice feeling unfamiliar from disuse and possibly alterations that matched everything else going on with him.

“Zed. I’m hoping he’ll be able to find us again since I have made a bit of a path.”

Impulse tilted his head before noticing his inventory had many more items. “Did he get killed or something?”

“Yeah, you sort of killed him when we first summoned you in.” Tango explained, and Impulse felt horrified. Him? Kill Zedaph? For a prank or something, sure, that was believable, But this had been from pure bloodlust at the time.

“I killed him? Oh no! I didn’t know! It had been a guardian at first, and then I was falling, and then I was-”

“Hey, calm down.” Tango replied. He took a step toward Impulse, obviously to comfort him, but then Impulse was surprised to see his friend change their mind and step back again. “Zed and I figured something like this might happen. We would have made beds to set our spawn, but we haven’t been collecting wool that much, so at most we would have had just one piece.”

Impulse chucked a little after realizing there were no sheep around. “What? Did Zedaph finally grow his hair out enough?” And he expected Tango to laugh in return, but the frown that appeared didn’t bode well.

“Impulse, do you… realize what you look like?” Tango asked, and then Impulse looked down at his hand and flexed it.

“What’s happened with Zedaph?”

Tango took a few steps to the side and a moment later the nearby leaves of a tree caught fire. “Zed and I have had both of our more animal-esque traits acting up. I’m burning just about any flammable thing that gets close to me and his wool is growing out of control. There’s other stuff too but…”

“But even if you’re not ending up like me, you’re still dealing with your own things.”

“Hey! I’m back! And it looks like Impulse has not killed you!”

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Hels cut down a hoglin that was in the way of he and Wels as they travelled the nether. Wels was reluctantly following, his copy being the only reason he was doing so well right now. Well that, and the fact that he was promising some sort of shelter. They went a bit further, and then Wels spotted something that was clearly man made, making him try to run forward for shelter before he was grabbed by Hels. “Don’t run ahead idiot. I just know that you’ll manage to die if you try that and we’ll have to start all over.”

“Well I’m sure I could find a way to survive fine on my own.”

“Sure you could.” Hels said, obviously sarcastic. “And your death messages make that so very believable. Tell me, have you noticed anything odd about your situation, other than being stuck in the nether.”

“Well, chat hasn’t been working right and I can’t regenerate my health.”

“Right… Well, what have you been eating?” Hels asked as they finally reached the door to the helsmit’s base, opening it to let Wels inside.

“Mainly crimson fungi or the rare pork if I can chip enough health away from a hoglin.” Wels answered, linking himself to the respawn anchor sitting inside.

“That fungi is only edible to hoglins you know.” Hels said, closing the door and then crossing his arms.

“Well obviously that’s not the case here.” And then Wels made his point by munching down on a mushroom he still had in his inventory.

Hels pursed his lips before yanking the fungi out of Wels’ hand and then smashing the knight’s head against a nearby wall. “Spit that out right now or I’ll go again until I break your tusks.”

“My what?” Wels asked, reluctantly spitting out the half chewed fungus.

“You’re an idiot. How did you not notice you were growing tusks?”

And Wels didn’t have an answer, just letting his hand go to his mouth and feel what were definitely tusks. “When did-”

“Who knows. My guess is it's something with this world. It’s not like any of us want to be here.”

Wels looked back over to Hels at that comment, a questioning look on his face. “Evil Xisuma approached me a few weeks ago. He was planning to get into the new season before the rest of you so he could keep from getting banned and put some action into play with his brother and a number of the other hermits. I wasn’t as interested in his plan, but having fun on the server on my own seemed like a good idea to me. A few others were planning to join us, but I’m sure they haven’t followed along. So as far as I’m aware, it is only Evil Xisuma and I trapped here with all of you.”

“Well, at the very least neither of us are stuck here alone.” Wels spoke, trying to give a positive spin on things.

“I would have preferred to be alone.” Hels replied. “You’ll use up more of my resources. That being said, my guess is you’re necessary for whatever is going on around here to stop. So until that’s fixed or I learn otherwise, I am reluctantly helping you.”

“Alright, that sounds fine for now. And you said Evil Xisuma is here too, correct? Any clue where he could be?”

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Bdubs stared down at the void below his feet, glad to have stopped moving, though his gut was still getting used to that change. The guy in pink armor next to him was reluctantly patting his back as another wave of nausea hit and he started to dry heave. “Th-Thanks.”

“Whatever. I just know what being stuck in the void is like so I have a little sympathy.”

“Well glad to know I’m not the only one stuck in this situation. Not that that’s a good thing.”

“Right.” The armored person deadpanned, looking down at the void as well.

Bdubs was quiet for a little before looking over to his savior. “So then, I don’t really think I caught your name in all our yelling to heave both of us up here.”

The other person raised an eyebrow at Bdubs, as if to ask if he was serious, then being a little surprised when he was. The person hesitated, looking down, not to the void but more at their lap, then a hand fiddled with their hair before they finally looked back at Bdubs. “Name’s Xannes.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Bdubs!” And he held out a hand, pausing as he noticed the state it was in.

Xannes took the hand carefully and shook it, before helping it back to Bdubs’ side. “Side effect of the void. I’m more protected because of my armor, but you don’t have that.”

“Well now I’m actually upset about not having armor, even if it were pink.”

Xannes looked incredulous at that before putting his hands on his hips. “Hey, this is simply a… lightish red.”

“You mean pink.”

“Lightish. Red.”

“Lightish red is red mixed with white. And what does that give you? Pink. You’ve got pink armor.”

“Alright, so maybe it’s supposed to be pink.” Xannes conceded. “But my color is red, and this isn’t my armor, I’m simply borrowing it. So for anyone else, it would be pink, but as long as I wear it, it’s a lightish red.”

“Whatever you say.”

Xannes sighed and then carefully took Bdubs’ hand again. “Alright, so looking again, this doesn’t quite look as natural as being stuck in the voice can make it. Obviously that’s because none of this is natural. Even though it wouldn’t help me in the long run if it were working, I have tested plenty with my communicator and learned a number of things. First, we are not the only ones in a situation like this.”

“Yeah.” Bdubs agreed. “I already met Scar stuck on one of the islands below.”

“Noted.” Xannes nodded. “Well, others have similar odd spawns. I- Someone named Impulse had been stuck in a guardian temple, a Docm77 has been sent to his death by goats. X-Xisuma has been dealing with a warden.” Xannes started to explain, voice getting quieter at the last example, though Bdubs didn’t notice.

“And the void stuff?”

“If I knew more about what was going on, I could tell you. But as it stands, I can just tell your limbs seem to have a form of void-bite and your eyes are as dark as the void itself.”

Bdubs leaned back a little in shock at the comment. “Wait, really?” And then he was fishing into his shirt before pulling out a knife, Xannes’ eyes widening at the weapon. Bdubs held the blade up, briefly putting it back down to shine it against his shirt before using it as a mirror and then staring into it. Sure enough, his eyes seemed to go on forever into their sockets, pure darkness filling them.

“How many knives do you have?” Xannes asked, tearing Bdubs’ gaze from the weapon.

“Huh? Oh, I’ve got plenty. Want one?” And he pulled out another, only the tiniest bit worried about being stabbed by the unfamiliar person. But instead of stabbing him, Xannes simply threw the knife off the edge, watching it fall down. “What was that for?”

Xannes didn’t really reply, just holding a finger up for Bdubs to wait. Reluctantly, he did, but then got restless as time seemed to drag on. Any time he attempted to talk, he would just get shushed, making it feel even worse. Finally, out of nowhere, the knife suddenly fell past them, making Bdubs jump back enough that he nearly fell off their gateway and into the void, but Xannes grabbed him before that could happen and pulled him back in.

“Well then, it seems like a loop around the void lasts around two and a half minutes.” Xannes stated, shifting to turn his body and move to a different part of the gateway. “I guess it would be less on a second loop after already reaching terminal velocity, but it's good to know. I know something has been flying past here ever so often but I was still sort of stuck on the side of this thing for most of it, then I was dealing with you, so… you get the idea.”

“You telling me everything’s looping up and down like us?” Bdubs asked, looking around the sky, or what passed for it in the end.

“Us and anything non-living. I’ve already seen that there have been three void related deaths by Scar, Etho and TinFoilChef.”

“Well so far I’ve only seen Scar and you.” Bdubs replied. “I guess those other two are stuck around here too.”

“The chef, yes, but I’m not so sure about the other.” And Xannes handed his comm to Bdubs, showing a list of death messages, all belonging to Etho. “I have a function that lets me sort these messages. It’s very handy.” And then he reached off to the side, catching a comm as it fell from the air. “And this would be yours. I’ve seen it here and there… To be honest, it seems like it takes more than two or so minutes. We might need to test more.”

Bdubs swapped their communicators before looking down at the abyss below. “Well, Scar’s somewhere down there, I already found him once. I’m gonna see if I can get to him again and you can do whatever while I’m falling.”

Xannes rubbed his chin and then nodded. “Alright, go ahead. I’ll look out for you. If you respawn, wait a loop for me to catch you because I don’t have omniscient reaction time.”

“Sounds good to me.” Bdubs replied with a smile, then jumped into the void once more, ignoring the fear that came with it.

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Scar rolled around on the end stone, trying to get to sleep. Sure, beds didn’t work in the end, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t sleep. It just wasn’t restful enough to keep phantoms away or set a spawn. Not like he needed to set a spawn three blocks away from his current one.

But right now, there was too much noise. The endermen were slowly losing their cool with Scar and he was also hearing the whispering of the vex. To be honest, that was probably why huge endermen were acting as they were. Void magic didn’t like to work with other magic.

But even with all of that, Scar really wanted to sleep for another reason. The whispers of the vex weren’t the only new thing with him. He had polished the pillar near him as just something to do other than wait around. The end rod in particular he shined until it was just mirror-like enough that he saw his green eyes were now vex blue. From that, he checked himself over a bit more and found that his eyes weren’t the only change. He seemed to be an inch or three shorter and his skin was definitely paler than before. He didn’t have wings again, but he knew it would only be a matter of time.

Scar really didn’t want to use any more help from the vex yet, knowing it would speed things up. He wanted to keep hope out for seeing Bdubs again before doing anything since it could be his last chance before a deal was needed once more. If he could just-

“Convex.” A much clearer whisper spoke, making Scar jump a little. “Are you sure a deal is such a bad thing at this stage in time?”

“Oh no no no no no.” Scar insisted, standing up and waving his hands in refusal. “I’m sure I’ll be better use to my friends if I’m not mostly stuck working with you guys.”

“What if you were not working for us?” The whisper asked, making Scar pause.

“Wait? I’m Convex because I can’t become true vex because of Xisuma and him tainting me and Cub with the void or something. I would think now being stuck in the end would make it worse, not better!”

“You still cannot, that is true. But a new evoker is being trained, one also tainted by the void. And I believe you would want to work with them.”

Scar inhaled sharply at the implication, knowing that it must be a hermit they were referring to. He fumbled in pulling his communicator out and then scrolled through all the death messages before finally seeing what he wanted. Death messages to vindicators and evokers, both about Mumbo. “So clarification on this deal?”

“You will still be considered Convex, but on a higher level than before. Not quite at the level of standard vex however. But during this, you will be linked to the new evoker, and cannot be released unless they themselves will it. And you should not will your release either.”

“Yeah, yeah, if that’s all, sure!” Scar agreed quickly, so excited he didn’t really take the time to think it over. Then suddenly he could feel more magic flowing into him. So much it felt like a red hot iron pressed all over his body, especially at his scars. And then it was gone, and he was left panting on the ground.

He didn’t know how long he had been there, but suddenly his name was shouted and Scar managed to lift his head up. He saw Bdubs rocking down towards him again and suddenly felt stronger again, getting a burst of energy and moving towards the builder. New wings spread from his back and let him fly, keeping him above the void as he grabbed his friend and then slowed them before reaching the abyss below, then slowly dragging them back up.

“Bdubs! Are you okay?!” Scar asked the moment they were both on the endstone, only staying on his feet for a second before his knees buckled beneath him.

“Am I okay? Am I okay?! I’m on the sweet sweet ground again!” And then he kissed the stone beneath him. “What about you? You look… not Scar but sound normal.”

“I can explain more in a bit. There’s an end city just over that way and I want to get something so we can start towards the main island. I’ll see if there’s elytra for you.”

“Oh no. I don’t think I ever want to fly again. If anyone, give it to Xannes.”

“Who?”

“Okay, guess my story first.”

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On the main island, TFC dodged another attack from the dragon. She had been attacking less frequently, which was good and bad in his eyes. No attacking meant less dying, but TFC needed her attacks to even attempt destroying all the crystals. Because there was no way she was dying to fists alone with them still around.

That all being said, TFC had a sneaking suspicion on why exactly that was happening. His prosthetics were built to match his remaining limbs in function, but gradually over the past few respawns, they were becoming off balance. In trying to fix them, TFC realized he was less human than before, claws on his hands and feet, and tenderness at his tailbone and shoulder blades.

TFC was old, that much was true. And because of that, he had seen all sorts of situations. While for the most part the problems of this world were new to TFC, adaptations were not. A number of present day hybrids were a result of that. Heck, mob variants were also sourced from suce and occurrence. So yeah, TFC was not too surprised about seemingly becoming a dragon hybrid.

Thinking it over, in the long run it would likely give him just enough of an upper hand to defeat the dragon, but there was also the concern of how long it would take to get to that point and how far these alterations would go. If this went too far, the world itself could mistake him for a new ender dragon, and even after killing the real one, no portal would form due to his existence.

Well, if that was the case, he would need to figure out what it was that made the existence of the dragon close the portal and see if he could reverse it. Especially since he recalled at least one or two hermits were supposed to be stuck in the end with him. Though that did give him another idea. Maybe he didn’t have to keep fighting if the dragon opened the portal herself.

The next time TFC respawned, he waited, giving her time to rest. When he was sure the dragon was fully healed again, the miner made his way to the podium and waited. The dragon swooped a few times, giving some warning shots, but she didn’t attack TFC directly, and he made no move to attack the crystals. She didn’t look happy, but TFC had plenty of time to wait.

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In a bout of frustration, ink was spilled over the floor, making Mumbo even more frustrated than before. He didn’t understand the need for learning another language just for spells. He was sure that knowing the characters that appeared with enchanting would be enough, but apparently the illagers had their own writing system. At the very least, Mumbo recognized a character or two that Scar or Cub must have had written down, but it still felt like he was learning a new language from scratch.

With ink all over the place, Mumbo paused to work on cleaning everything up. He had ruined nearly all his materials, so now he would have to attempt to get more or find an illager who would assist him in such a task. Paper was easy enough to get, a farm already set up in the mansion, but Mumbo hadn’t automated it yet, so there wasn’t going to be much to reap. And squid ink wasn’t something they just had on hand.

Mumbo reached the farming room and grabbed what sugarcane had grown, taking the reeds over to a crafting table then cutting and pressing them into paper. He only managed to make six pages from all of that and didn’t have the material to bind them into a book.Instead of leaving the room, Mumbo put the paper into a nearby chest and then pulled out his redstone materials.

As Mumbo built, he decided to multitask by using redstone dust to practice some of the characters he needed to learn. He couldn’t remember the normal order of the characters, so he just wrote them at random. He never really focused on the characters, so he didn’t notice when a few in a line started to glow a bit. In fact, he was just pausing his writing to work on fixing a bit of redstone, his head stuck in the contraption.

His hand blindly reached for some string to add as a tripwire, but he was about half a foot to the wrong side of his pile of materials. When Mumbo’s hand started to go further, it was stopped by some thread being placed in his hand. The redstoner said his thanks and then strung it up before pausing and pulling his head out.

Standing nearby was someone Mumbo immediately recognized, not knowing anyone else with a bright red sweater like that. Not caring that he was currently covered in redstone dust, Mumbo jumped at the newcomer and hugged them tightly, so glad to see a familiar face. “Grian! You’re okay! How did you get here? Where are the bots? Are you alright?”

But pulling away again, Mumbo watched as Grian just blinked at him, seeming a little confused. “I think you may be mistaken and confused, my mustachioed friend. I mean, I am okay and I got here because of you, but I’m not sure what you mean by bots and well, you were trying to take to someone named Grian.”

Mumbo furrowed his brows. Looking them over again, he could tell this had to be Grian. His clothes and hair and everything were the same. He couldn’t quite tell about their eyes because they were wearing a mask, but it matched the one he had seen Grian with in the past, a black mark on its face instead of the purple Eflyn expected. The only thing unfamiliar were the wings. Shape and pattern wise, they matched the wings Grian had, but the colors of the feathers were no longer red yellow and blue, but purple grey and black.

“Well then. If you’re not Grian, then who are you?” Mumbo asked, and the person giggled slightly.

“I could have swore you already knew, but I guess not. The name is Xelqua, but don’t go throwing it around to just anyone.” And just hearing it reminded Mumbo. It had been a name Grian had told him before.

“Well, if you don’t want me throwing it around, I’m going to have to call you something.” Mumbo spoke up, Xelqua seeming to agree. “Since I already mistook you for him and he’s not around, how about I call you Grian.”

“Hmm.” Grian thought about it before shaking his head. “Just you and me, you can call me Xelqua. Otherwise just Watcher is fine, okay?”

“But I-” Mumbo started to say, and then there was a clatter, making Mumbo and Grian look over at the door where Eflyn was standing.

“Well. It seems we have another guest then…”

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Joe had paused in his material gathering. It was just going to be for a little bit, but he needed to clear his head. And the best idea he had for that was climbing the tower at spawn the correct way. Sure, he could try climbing from the outside or something, finding a window, but at this point these were definitely Watchers, and Joe was very much aware that they were not to be messed with.

Joe needed to pause on a platform to hold his head, a headache forming. It had been coming and going for a while, but it didn’t feel so bad now, the tower already lit up pretty well. As he waited, his other hand clutched at the wall as best it could, just feeling the texture of the wall, as if to check that it was real. “Guess you really couldn’t have been swayed, now could you?” Joe asked, speaking into the empty air around him. “Well maybe after this mess we can try it again.”

Joe climbed a few more parts of the parkour that acted as steps before nearly falling to a sudden splitting headache. He half considered letting go and trying again, there being enough hay lining the floor below to break his fall, but he had already gotten so far. And maybe if he could get to the top of the tower…

It had been ages ago when Joe had first met a Watcher. From what he could tell, it was even the first Watcher to exist. One that eventually disappeared to time that not even the other Watchers knew what happened. He wasn’t an expert of whatever the Watchers exactly were, but it had been enough that he recognized Grian as one pretty quickly when they first met in season six. Though that was partially from that not being their first meeting.

Yes, Joe had been along for a very long time. Which is why he was not happy with everything going on. But he had a bargaining chip in the form of knowledge, so getting to the top might be the one place to try and use it.

His headache passed and the glow from his eyes faded. Joe pulled himself back onto the platform and then adjusted his glasses. Just a bit more to go until he was at the top.

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Doc woke up in a wood hut, lying in a bed. His back and head hurt, getting worse when he attempted to move to get up. He tried to remember what happened last, but suddenly being knocked unconscious wasn’t the best thing to try and remember. Looking around in a way that didn’t hurt as much, he was able to see a chest as well as something lying on the ground to his right.

Some crackling implied there was also a furnace running nearby. Mixed with that was some slight banging of metal from crafting and the hum of a tune that was familiar to Doc, but he couldn’t quite place it.

Another attempt to sit up left Doc yelp slightly in pain, stopping the humming and crafting sounds, getting replaced with footsteps that came towards him. “Are you awake this time?”

“Grumbot?” Doc asked, vaguely recognizing the robot that appeared in front of him. He only really distinctly knew his larger form, only seeing him and his brother at this size when they were just about to leave their previous world.

“Yeah. looks like you are. We have some bread if you’re hungry.” Grum spoke in a quiet voice that felt so odd compared to how energetic the hermits usually were. That being said, it had been a while since he had seen anyone else, so it might have just been from what others were dealing with. “I also left some of the wheat as wheat if you prefer that.”

“What? Why would I want that? Bread sounds fine.”

“Okay, I wasn’t sure if you were like dad or not.” Grum said before he went over to the chest, giving Doc a moment to think things over.

“Dad as in Grian or Mumbo?”

“Grian.” Grum answered, pulling out some food. “He was with us on the mountain. Everything was getting to him, so he started eating seeds instead of other stuff.”

“Okay. Is he out getting supplies or something?” Doc asked and then Grum’s face shifted to something sadder. “What happened to Grian?”

“I don’t know.” Grum spoke, managing to be quieter than before. “He just disappeared and Jrum and I were stuck alone on the mountain. And then I messed up.” And it took all of Doc’s willpower to not sit up and possibly hurt himself in the process with how sad Grum sounded in that moment.

“Why? What happened?”

“Someone figured out how to send messages in chat by accident. Jrum and I noticed, and we were going to try it out for ourselves, but it didn’t go right. And now Jrum… Jrum didn’t respawn right.”

And with that comment, Doc realized what was on the ground nearby. Jrum’s body was laid out, screen dark and body unmoving. “How long has he been like that?”

“A few days I think. It got really snowy so I couldn’t quite tell. Then I got busy digging through the snow until I found some ice to break.”

“And that must have been the waterfall I took down off the mountain.” Doc said, making Grum look a little sheepish.

“Sorry about hitting you when I fell. I freaked out a bit and then you were there and I couldn’t react in time. I’m sure if it was anyone else, they would have been in worse shape.”

“Why’s that?” Doc asked, though he had an idea based on which side of him ached more.

“Well, your metal parts helped protect you plus I think your thicker skull helped from a concussion.”

“My what?”

“Oh, I thought you…” Grum said, trailing off. “Um, so I think more weird stuff is happening than just being stuck wherever.”

“Yeah, I knew that.” Doc said. “Creeper instincts have been kicking in like crazy.”

“Well, your death messages mentioned goats a lot. It looks like because of that, you’ve started turning into a goat hybrid as well.”

“I’ve what?” Doc asked, incredulously. He ignored the pain from moving when he started feeling himself over, finally finding horns coming from his head. “Oh… huh…”

Grum forced Doc back down to a resting position before feeding him some bread. Here, how about I tell you what I know about, then you can tell me what you know.

“Sounds good to me.”

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[World Building June 2017: Luxson Cluster] Day 3: People & Races

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There are many sapient species to be found in the Luxson Cluster, native to the islands or otherwise! 

Here we will focus primarily on the species that are indigenous to the islands, which includes: beatfoxes, de’moneres, centinels, combers, fungi constructs, masques, corvice, and the OBJ.

(Note: though the various species are drawn in grayscale, this is simply an artistic convention. Most species can come in virtually any colour combination .)

▶ Beatfoxes

Beatfoxes, also known as boxes, are canid peoples native to western Luxson. They were made in the image of the greater god XXI, and it is believed that their connection with the god has allowed them greater sensitivity to sound and music than the other species.

Beatfoxes are mostly urban-dwelling peoples whose cultures tend to value expressions of individuality and self-expression. They are considered to be a common species with simplistic physiology, making mass production of goods suited to them easier than for other species.

There are 5 major morphs of beatfoxes (pictured above). They are mostly defined by their coat-type, which are (from left to right): fluffy, wire-haired, soup, long-haired, and short-haired.

Fluffy: Beatfoxes with fluffy fur, soft features, and unusually stubby tails and ears.

Wire-Haired: Beatfoxes with spiky, coarse, or wiry coats of fur. Typically have sharp, angular features.

Soup: Slime-based beatfoxes the result of horror mutation; they are comprised entirely of a slime-like substance inside and out. Tend to find work as spelunkers or construction workers as their slimelike physiology makes them largely immune to injuries from falling.

Long-haired: Beatfoxes with thick coats of fur and long, pointed claws.

Short-haired: The most common variant of beatfoxes, recognizable by their rounded shapes and sleek fur.

Thanks to the beatfoxes’ ability to reproduce in litters, their populations have been able to stabilize since the surface horror attack. Their numbers made them important figures in the reconstruction efforts of Luxson, and to this day beatfoxes tend to be leading projects for the expansion and recovery of the island.

▶ De’moneres

De’moneres are rough-skinned, gargoyle-like beings made by the greater god Stope in his image. They are the only sapient species native to Monte.

The caste system in Monte is a relatively recent development, but one that has engulfed de’moneres culture almost entirely. The divide between the castes is deep and bitter, and to this day Monte is plagued by inter-caste violence. Which most de’moneres would view as a good thing, as displays of strength and prowess are considered points of pride and respect.

De’moneres can have differing horn lengths and variations, but most tend to stick within certain caste-determined standards. Having ones horn removed is a common punishment for violating caste or family laws.

There are 5 major morphs of de’moneres, with east being associated with a caste of the same name. From left to right in the image, they are: spades, clubs, jokers, hearts, and diamonds.

Spades: The second-to-lowest caste, distinguished by their small height ranges (2′6′’~5′), singular horns, and their spade-shaped tail tips.

Clubs: The middle caste, distinguished by their branching horns, middling height ranges (~4′7′’) and club-shaped tail tips. Tend to value calmer demeanours, 

Jokers: The lowest caste. A joker is any de’moneres that either does not physiologically fit neatly into any of the other castes, or a de’moneres that has modified or removed their tail in any way. As such, there is a high degree of variance within the joker caste.

Hearts: The second-highest caste, distinguished by their taller height (~5′7′’), curved horns, and heart-shaped tail tips.

Diamonds: The highest caste, distinguished by their very tall height range (7′~12′), straight horns, and diamond-shaped tail tips.

The de’moneres diet consists of minerals, precious gems, carbon, and diamonds, though the latter is considered extremely valuable and potentially dangerous. The quality and purity of a given mineral determines its nutritional value for a de’moneres. 

While a diet of low-quality minerals will result in a de’moneres with stunted growth, a diet of high-quality diamonds will induce an enraged and volatile state in the de’moneres that consumes it. As such, it is important for a balance to be struck between the two.

▶ Centinels

Centinels are large, centaur-like ungulates, made by the high god Fallow. They are one of many species that are native to Fallow’s Island. 

Centinels are found in their largest concentration on Fallow’s Island, but they can be found all throughout the Luxson Cluster. Most centinel cultures were lenient in their attitudes, but generally valued strength, hard work, compassion, interpersonal relationships, and honouring Fallow.

Most centinels practice polyamory, forming many casual romantic relationships during their lifetimes. In order to navigate their complex social circles, most centinel cultures have very clearly defined systems of respect and etiquette.

Among the other species they are renown for their exceptional physical strength and endurance, making them highly valued as peacekeepers or physical laborers. Centinels are regarded as a force to be reckoned with, and are generally well-respected by the other species of the islands.

While many centinels resemble horses, there are a handful of other morphs that resemble other ungulates such as mules, sheep, etc. These other morphs are much, much rarer than they once were, and many can no longer be found outside of Fallow’s Island.

Centinels made up a large portion of the first-responders and front-line fighters during the surface horror attack, and, while their contribution to the war prevented an even more massive loss of life, it decimated their population. Worse still, many of the terrors and monsters found in the irradiated wastes of Luxson are believed to have once been centinels.

The centinels have a naturally low birthrate, and have thus never truly recovered from their losses in the war. While some have turned to artificial gestation in an attempt to boost their birth rate, most see this as a futile struggle against the slow death of their species.

▶ Combers

Combers are bee-like bipeds, made by the high god Fallow and are one of the many species native to Fallow’s Island.

Not much is known about comber cultures, as they are notoriously reclusive and disinclined to engage with other species. They are generally considered to be business-oriented and industrious, for better or for worse. Many of the other species see their migration to Luxson after the war as them abandoning the wreckage of Fallow’s Island for greener pastures.

Combers are typically around 4′ to 5′ in height, and boast two pairs of arms. While many morphs of Comber resemble the bees of earth, capable of producing wax, honey, and jelly, all combers lack stingers. 

All comber are flight-capable, which has led to them both developing extremely unique architectural styles, and has made them valued messengers and postal workers.

Most of the combers population migrated from Fallow’s Island to Luxson and Monte after the surface horror attacks. They are considered responsible for the recent upswing in industrial work in both islands, and seem to have flourished in their new homes.

▶ Fungi Constructs

Fungi constructs are artificial beings made of fungus or wood that are created either directly by Fallow or by centinels under Fallow’s guidance. It is rare to find them outside of Fallow’s Island.

Primarily tasked with recording the history of Fallow’s Island and the teachings of Fallow, fungi constructs are regarded as spiritual creatures and are generally treated with respect by most. To murder or cause harm to a fungi construct is considered an act of pure ruthlessness and evil.

Most fungi constructs are companions or outright symbiotes to centinels, and the two species have deeply entwined cultures and practices. It is common to see centinels and fungi constructs form platonic or romantic attachments.

Fungi constructs posses bodies comprised of woods, vines, and fungus native to Fallow’s Island. They are capable of growing other plants on their bodies, or even partially regrowing lost limbs. Limbs that are too damaged to be successfully regrown are easily replaced.

Many fungi were destroyed during the surface horror attack and the terror plague, as well as their creators. As such, the art of creating many varieties of fungi construct have been lost. Despite this, t’s expected that they will eventually replenish their numbers over time as Fallow and its followers slowly create more.

▶ Masques

Masques are a raccoon-like species created by the high god Fallow, and are one of the many species native to Fallow’s Island.

Generally considered to be socially relaxed and laid back. Many masques made livings as hunters and weapons-crafters. 

Masques boast very fluffy fur, and are naturally skilled athletes and acrobats. Competitions and exhibitions of physical prowess and gymnastic skill put on by groups of masques were once very common affairs.

Masques, along with centinels, made up the largest percentage of front-line fighters against the surface horror and terrors that plagued Luxson. As such, there are not many living or unmutated masques left anywhere in Luxson. 

The extinction of the masques is considered by most species to be a sad loss, as they were distinguished for their extreme bravery during the war. While there seems to be no way for the masque population to make a comeback, what little remains is generally well-cared for, and shelter and resourced have been made readily available for them.

The only significant population of masques that remain live on Fallow’s Island; the communities that once existed on the other islands dwindled in size until they either dispersed entirely or were absorbed by those of other species.

▶ Corvice

The Corvice were a race of birdlike people made by the high god Anne in eastern Luxson.

The dominant corvice culture was historically defined by its dedication to the teachings laid down by Anne and her council. Hard work, intelligence, productivity, and striving for continuing advancements in science, medicine, and technology were deeply valued by most corvice.

Corvice were generally viewed as uptight and dangerously fixated on technological progress by the other species. OBJ tend dislike discussing the corvice and their old cultures, for semi-obvious reasons. De’moneres, meanwhile, tended to view most corvice societies with respect and valued them as trading partners.

There were many variants of corvice suited to different environments, with most being defined by their wing shape and function. Such variants include: bug-like wings, dragon/bat-like wings, feathery wings, fins, etc.

Corvice boasted the unusual ability to “shift” into a secondary, shadow-like form. While in this form their bodies are much more malleable and maneuverable, making them ideal for working in tight places or in locations without developed infrastructure. Shifting into this form for any reason unrelated to work was considered a strange waste of time, however.

The corvice, being a primordial, young species, were unusually susceptible to horror radiation. While a large portion of their population perished during the terror plague the corvice’s natural adaptability resulted in the majority simply mutating rapidly. These mutants would eventually be known as the OBJ.

Some corvice managed to escape the surface horror attack and the subsequent terror plague unmutated, but they are extremely rare and dwindling by the year. Most unmutated corvice are considered bizarre anomalies, and thus many corvice who remain in Luxson may choose to simply wear false OBJ heads in order to avoid public scrutiny.

While there are movements to preserve the corvice, there are simply not enough of them left to restore a viable population. For this reason, the corvice are considered functionally extinct as a species.

▶ OBJ

The OBJ are the current form of the corvice, after the majority of the species was mutated by horror radiation. Like the corvice, they are primarily found in Luxson; though most OBJ consider XXI to be their patron deity rather than Anne, as XXI took an active role in guiding the OBJ after the terror plague.

OBJ have similar physiology to unmutated corvice, with the main differences being that they have lost most of the feathers on their torsos, and that most OBJ have no proper skulls. 

As their delicate slime internals are naturally exposed to the elements, OBJ have adopted the practice of constructing prosthetic heads to protect and contain this slime. Initially these head casings were simplistic geometric shapes, but after the surface horror was contained and the island had time to recover more variations were capable of being produced.

OBJ are a unisex species, with most individuals being capable of both bearing and siring live offspring. As individuals mutated by horror radiation will pass on mutations of equal severity to their own to their offspring, children born to OBJ parents are almost always OBJ themselves. An unmutated corvice child being born to OBJ parents is a highly unusual occurrence, and is considered to be a contributing factor to the extinction of the corvice. 

While the majority of OBJ manifest their mutation as slime “heads” there are minorities who manifest their mutation in different ways (slime limbs, etc.)

▶ TCP

TCPs, short for Tiny Cat People, are very small, cat-like beings who were made by the high god Wax in the northeastern continent of Taverne.

TCPs are not native to the Luxson Cluster, but being one of the singularly most invasive species in Morbit, they are found throughout the islands in abundance. 

TCPs do not reproduce. Rather, a TCP is created at a random place in the world whenever a living creature thinks of one. This has led to the TCP population exploding throughout the world, and has taken them far from their home zone of Hearth. Thankfully, TCP do not require food or water to live and produce no waste, which has lessened their potential destructive impact on the environment. 

TCPs are incredibly diverse, and have a functionally infinite number of different morphs and sub-species known as types. These sub-species are peculiar, in that their appearance and capabilities all directly correspond to a specific given noun. (e.g.: A “lace”-type TCP will have a lace-like body, and will be capable of turning any object into a lace version of itself.)

These functionally immortal peoples are also extremely fragile, and can be killed almost as rapidly as they are created.

TCPs are highly social peoples, and tend to form colonies with other TCPs.  As they typically measure only 1-12′’ tall, these colonies can boast a tremendous number of individuals and can be found virtually anywhere.

TCPs are naturally curious individuals and are prone to exploration and experimentation. They tend to get along well with other species, and their presence in the Luxson Cluster has revolutionized many industries. TCP can be found as common laborers in many factories, and are a large focus in Luxson Cluster media.

What involvement TCPs had in the war remains debated, as well as their general status as actual people in the Luxson Cluster.