Alright So We Have Captain Walton Writing A Letter To His Sister About Vicotor Whos Telling Walton About

Alright so we have captain Walton writing a letter to his sister about vicotor who’s telling Walton about his father who was telling victor(atleast I’m assuming this guys is victor) about his mother, in this book written by Mary Shelly.

What an onion of a story.

New blog who dis?: https://www.tumblr.com/nightmare-demon-official

It’s a silly little blog to promote my open species. Because Yknow, I’m a furry. If you couldn’t tell by the fact my mascot is an anthropomorphic eldritch moth. Anyway this species is for real edgelords. Do you like skulls? Multiple limbs? Vibrant colors? Themes of fear and horror? Weird over complicated lore that you’re completely allowed to throw out the window or modify if you don’t give with it?

Then boy is this the species for you!

These things have an entire weird and wack society and most of the lore was made up on the spot during roleplays at like 5am. Heck when I first made them I was like 10 and I have since refurbished them into something that isn’t really terrible looking. Also if you didn’t know, ten year olds are kinda cracked when it comes to making things that look so incredibly weird, absurd, and strange. I should rip off some more of the books in the old bestiary I made a while ago.

Oh by the way I’d just like to point out that this will be absolutely wack because I have my very strange out there interpretation of what the unknowning looked like

I should draw a picture of gunpowder tim, but he’s holding a detonator and is in a circus with a mannequin running towards him with the text “woops wrong Tim.”

Have some lore about Thoth, my mascot.

He’s technically not really a moth. Under his cloak wings is just an incomprehensible blob of eyes and tentacles. He can however take on a concrete form if he focuses, however it takes effort and energy to do so he typically just keeps most of him hidden under the cloak. The moth part of him is more like a shell he inhabits, however it is a part of him, like a snail shell. When he’s not around people he doesn’t bother keeping himself compacted to one size under the cloak, and since his body mass can change he can get pretty big.

He’s a writer. That’s not his occupation, that’s his species. He ‘writes’ worlds, creating them and all the characters inside. Things get really meta with him. He used a magic pen to write on reality and he can use strings of text like silk threads to make characters do things they wouldn’t normally do. He doesn’t use this sorta mind control ability on characters though because it ruins the story. He’s completely morally grey and his main goal is to create a narrative. He has the power to make everyone happy forever but that makes a boring story and he doesn’t want a boring story.

He inserted himself into Cryptid valley as the god of Cryptids (even though technically he would just be regular a old god of everything.) he has a child (Twitch), and he really only appears to the cryptids during blood moons because he has to keep up a physical form for the entirety of the night and that’s like, really mentally and physically draining on him, plus bloodmoons make it less so.

He really likes food. He does need food but he does like it. His appearance varies a lot but it’s generally moth-like with a vague black red white colour scheme. This is totally because he’s an eldritch being and totally not because I’m inconsistent 👀

HAPPY FIRST FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR TRAIN FRIDAY OF 2024!!!

If I was a tma character I feel like I’d either be the oblivious mess who just crawled out of a sewer after getting into a knife fight with a ghost, or the smug bitch who knows everything but refuses to share with the whole class because it’s funny, and there’s no in between.