And your little ugly worldbuilding too!

This blog is dedicated to collecting various useful information on worldbuilding to help artists and writers alike in creation of believable worlds and my thought on the topic.

[delightfullyodd]

I’d like to point one VERY ugly thing people tend to overlook/ignore for some reason when making stories about demons.

I don’t know why, but probably because such thoughts make them uncomfortable.

SO here is a thing: I’ve being hunting for some info on a specific demon type & it made me thinking how demonic infestation affects people’s health.  Obviously it’s bad for you. Demonic infestation sure as hell  rises chances of demonic possession or demonic haunting.

Anyway, I was  interested in information on succubi(incubi)/human interactions, especially those when demon was really persistent.  Sometimes, such relationships result in cambions (half-human half-demon offspring). But from what I’ve found, seems like demons seduce people indiscriminately.

However, I’ve seen on tumblr, that people for some reason think that being a non-sexual person somehow makes you immune to succubi/incubi. I’m gonna upset you folks, but when you are dealing with an entity that can hack your body and mind, who told you that your (lack of) sexuality is somehow safe? Ahahahaha. No.

First of all, seduction doesn’t have to be a purely sexual thing; second, the scariest thing about this is that no-one is safe - anyone’s sexuality can be hacked and either twisted into something sinister or used to torture the person; third, getting someone off the right road if they are naturally pure in some aspect is a whole lot more rewarding from demonic point of view. I mean, it’s something akin to getting a wholesome super tasty dish for dinner, instead of one that makes you full more or less and is so bland that it’s nearly tasteless.

//Reminder: from point of view of Abrahamic religions, people should only engage in sexual activities if they want children; thus non-sexual people are seen as “purer”, well technically at least.//

Also another terrifying thing to think about: they can make you crave their touch. Don’t like public embarrassment? How about making you immodestly orgasm in public places a lot and aloud, just to make you give up?

Yes, they are such sort of creatures and they don’t care about decency much.

[delightfullyodd]

What to do when you have OC but can’t figure the plot [part 2]

The beginning is here

All right, gentlefolk, let’s continue, shall we?

1. You character wakes up in the middle of the forest wearing only socks and with a rubber chicken on xir head. From all versions of what happened yesterday, pick up one with the biggest amount chase scenes.

2. Your character was attacked by a wild animal and passed out. Who brought xir to hospital?

3. Pick a species you like most. Done? Good. Now your character was bitten by were–whatever-animal-you’ve-picked. Next day xe is approached by a n unfamiliar person, who tells xir …Yes, what are they going to tell xir?

4. Your character is now a  vampire hunter.

5. Your character is now a zombie hunter.

6. You character is desperate to find a job. Unexpectedly xe comes across a vacancy that reads: “To whom it may concern: you can come to such and such address at such and such time. Grim reaper Inc. We will be happy to hire you”.

7. Your character was going for a walk. Xe opens the door that should lead xir to the street but instead is greeted by this sight:

8. Where is that reference sheet/ notes? What is your character’s job? If no pick one for them. If your character is too young to have a job, skip to 10.

After you are done with picking the job, send your character to perform something  job-related. Now write a list of possible outcomes. Done? Good.   Now pick up one that involves the biggest amount of moving around their city/spacestation/castle/place of dwelling.

9. This is your character’s work place. What is their job? Describe their working process.

10. Your character is too young for a job? Okay, now explain why are they transferring to the monster school.

11. Your character is a former chosen one that was sent back home after defeating whatever they were summon to defeat. Now they are 12 again. Describe how why they jumped at the call in the first place and they are going to find way back into the world that after 15 years of being there became their true home.

12. Your character is a former chosen one that was sent back “home”. Accidentally they met a person who used to serve the other side of conflict. What are they going to do now?

13. Your character is a former chosen one that was sent back “home”. Congratulations! Now they are grounded for a month. From all possible versions of how it happened, pick the funniest.

14. Your character witnesses something they didn’t entirely understand: the epic battle between forces of Bacon, Broccoli and Tie. Now all of them are after xe. What xe is going to do about it?

15. Your character met a fae trickster. They wanted green eggs and ham. Your character managed to get those for them. But how?

16. Your character went hiking and saw this. Explain what is going on.

[delightfullyodd]

What to do when you have OC but can’t figure the plot.

Aka self-help guide how to kick start shit in motion.

First do some preparations. You will need:

That gorgeous baby you want to do a thing with;

pen & paper (alt. a computer/laptop/whatyouhavethere);

better if a reference sheet or some notes at least but if you don’t have those it’s ok;

some coffee/tea;

some will power or a wall to bang about your head, if you have none.

Done? Good! Let’s start! Our goal is to document the shit as it unfolds.

1. Write a list of things that your character DOESN’T WANT to happen. Make at least one of those thing happen. Now your character has to deal with what happened.

2. Write a list of things that your character WANTS to happen. Make at least one of them happen. But not in a way how character wants/anticipates/imagined it. What xe is going to do about it now?

3. Let’s combine uncomfortable with unpleasant! Make a list of things your character want or wants to happen, now make a list of things they are NOT comfortable with or bad at or inexperienced with or all at once. Done? Good, now in order to get something from a first list, your character must face something from a second list.

4. Don’t feel like a butt or have a bad day? Make a list of things your character is good at. Now take that list of things xe wants. Match them as you please.  Observe what happens. Surprise! Not all things that happen to your character have to be bad in order to make interesting plot.  And you will feel a bit better too.

5. Alternatively, you are feeling especially sadistic? Let me help you! So your character wants something? And xe needs to do something they are good at in order to get it? Great, now think of all the ways everything can go the wrongest way possible. Write down all the things! And see how your character going to deal with the chaos.

6. Think about this: is there something or someone your character relies on  yet takes for granted? Make a list if there is more than one. Good, now take at least one of those away and see what happens.

7. Write down problems, struggles or just some stuff your character has to deal with daily or at least often. Think of several possible ways to solve them but which are going to cause more problems in the long run.

8. Write down a list of things your character loves and DOES NOT take for granted. Take away one or more. Let character deal with the loss.

9. Take two characters who in several ways are opposite to each other. Do they hate each other already? Good. Now character A wants a thing character B has. And they need to negotiate. Write down all the possible solutions. Apply one that is the most embarrassing for both parties.

10. I have to words for you: ARRANGED MARRIAGE. And no, your character can’t run away from it. And xir friends or/and family can help them either.

11. Alternatively, escaping arranged marriage is what you character must do.

12. Take your character and make them do things FOR  SCIENCE! Then make them face the consequences.

13. Do things FOR SCIENCE to your character. What are the consequences?

14. Your character has died. But it’s the least of xir problems now. Describe why.

15.  Your character makes unexpected discovery and has to deal with consequences. (If you are bad at coming up with ideas for discovery - let it be a puppy or a parrot or any other animals for your liking. Or anything at all, like robot or a mecha in their backyard).

16. Go to the internet and find the most outrageous story of stupid shit somebody did while drunk. Okay, now your character is the main “hero” of this epic horribleness. Write down things with corrections according to your character’s abilities, limitations, setting and etc.

17. Your character wants a thing. But here is a problem: another character is constantly preventing xe from having it. Write down all possible solutions to this situations. Now pick up the one which is going to cause the biggest mess.

18. Completely out of ideas? Have a person with a loaded gun burst throw your character’s door while xe are doing xir daily routine. How your character reacts?

[andworldbuildingtoo]

[ankitacreates]

South Asian Ranis - a Series (Part 1)

[feastforaking]

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[andworldbuildingtoo]

For a second I thought that he’s trying to take a toy from his pet monster...

[humandisastersquad]

why do ppl in scifi have such a hard time saying ‘thank you’ to robots. i say thank you to inanimate objects all the time and sure as hell would thank a robot for doing even the bare minimum

[andworldbuildingtoo]

Typically to reinforce “robots are things and not citizens“ kind of thing.

And then they get surprised why robots rebel. *facepalm*

I mean I tell my cat “Bless you“ if he sneezes, sure I would thank a robot for bringing me something, even if I do this automatically.

People can pack bond with anything ever, so why not robots?

Conclusion: treat your robots, humans and animals well. It gives great results.

[aeridanus]

It doesn’t look that interesting at first sight, but I’m really happy that this image turned out like it did :) I used two bandpass filters in order to block off all visible light and infrared radation, only UV radiation between 320 and 400 nm was recorded. This is the opposite end of the spectrum I photographed in over the last weeks, and materials also behave quite conversely.

Vegetation absorbs a lot of UV, so it appears very dark. The sky is murky and pale because all those short wavelengths get scattered around. Weather in general isn’t too good for UV images today, gotta wait for a clear day with harsh sunlight, but the first step is taken. :)

[chromolume]

it’s all you americans talk about… liminal space this… cryptid that

[sasstricbypass]

america is big, we got.,.,.,. its a lot happening here

[darkbookworm13-deactivated20240]

It’s at least 3,000 miles just from the East Coast to the West, depending on where you start.

If I try to drive from here in Maine to New Mexico, it’s 2,400 miles. 

From here to Oregon, 800 miles from my current residence to my relatives in NJ, then another 3,000 miles after that. 

A brisk 8 day drive that meanders through mountains, forests, corn fields, dry, flat, empty plains, more mountains, and then a temperate rain forest in Oregon.

The land has some seriously creepy stuff, even just right outside our doors. 

There is often barking sounds on the other side of our back door. 

At 3 am. 

When no one would let their dog out. 

It’s a consensus not to even look out the fucking windows at night. 

Especially during the winter months. 

Nothing chills your heart faster than sitting in front of a window and hearing footsteps breaking through the snow behind you, only to look and not see anything. 

I live in a tiny town whose distance from larger cities ranges from 30 miles, to 70 miles. What is in between?

Giant stretches of forests, swamps, pockets of civilization, more trees, farms, wildlife, and winding roads. All of which gives the feeling of nature merely tolerating humans, and that we are one frost heave away from our houses being destroyed, one stretch of undergrowth away from our roads being pulled back into the earth.

And almost every night, we have to convince ourselves that the popping, echoing gunshot sounds are really fireworks, because we have no idea what they might be shooting at.

There’s a reason Stephen King sets almost all his stories in Maine.

[scottislate]

New Mexico, stuck under Colorado, next to Texas, and uncomfortably close to Arizona. I grew up there. The air is so dry your skin splits and doesn’t bleed. Coyotes sing at night. It starts off in the distance, but the response comes from all around. The sky, my gods, the sky. In the day it is vast and unfeeling. At night the stars show how little you truly are. This is the gentle stuff. I’m not going to talk about the whispered tales from those that live on, or close, to the reservations. I’m not going to go on about the years of drought, or how the ground gives way once the rain falls. The frost in the winter stays in the shadows, you can see the line where the sun stops. It will stay there until spring. People don’t tell you about the elevation, or how thin the air truly is. The stretches of empty road with only husks of houses to dot the side of the horizon. There’s no one around for miles except those three houses. How do they live out here? The closest town is half an hour away and it’s just a gas station with a laundry attached.   No one wants to be there. They’re just stuck. It has a talent for pulling people back to it. I’ve been across the country for years, but part of me is still there. The few that do get out don’t return. A visit to family turns into an extended stay. Car troubles, a missed flight, and then suddenly there’s a health scare. Can’t leave Aunt/Uncle/Grandparent alone in their time of need. It’s got you. Roswell is a joke. A failed National Inquirer article slapped with bumperstickers and half-assed tourist junk. The places that really run that chill down the spine are in the spaces between the sprawling mesas and hidden arroyos. Stand at the top of the Carlsbad Caverns trail. Look a mile down into the darkness. Don’t step off the path. just don’t.

[kaasknot]

The Land of Entrapment

[jumpingjacktrash]

here in minnesota we’re making jokes about how bad is the limescale in your sink

pretending we don’t know we’re sitting on top of limestone caverns filled with icy water

pretending we don’t suspect something lives down there

[ceruleancynic]

dammit jesse now I want to read about the things that live down there

meanwhile in maryland the summer is killing-hot, the air made of wet flannel, white heat-haze glazing the horizon, and the endless cicadas shrilling in every single tree sound like a vast engine revving and falling off, revving and falling off, slow and repeated, and everything is so green, lush poison-green, and you could swear you can hear the things growing, hear the fibrous creak and swell of tendrils flexing

and sometimes in the old places, the oldest places, where the salt-odor of woodsmoke and tobacco never quite go away, there is unexplained music in the night, and you should not try to find out where it’s coming from.  

[jhaernyl]

@gallusrostromegalus

[gallusrostromegalus]

The intense and permanent haunting of a land upon which countess horrors have been visited, and that is too large and wild for us to really comprehend is probably the most intense and universal American feeling.

[thebibliosphere]

here in minnesota

We’re fucking what now

[shortkingmoon]

colorado is a strange sort of place, a passing-through kind of place, a place that holds just as many people who stay as leave. the highways stretch like ley-lines or the lines of old palms; 25 north and south, 70 east and west, 76 and 470 and 285 curling all around and tangling in the middle like loose thread

the mountains are their own place, the plains their own, too, with the hogback and the foothills in between like a strangely-comforting barrier, “this far, and that’s enough. this far, and you’re still close to home. this far, and no further.” the people in the mountains rarely make the plains; the people in the plains rarely make the hills, and the people in the middle rarely leave the developments which spread outward every year like creeping moss.

[heywriters]

Summertime in California, when it’s 110 and you wake up in a sweat at 7am and can’t fall back asleep regardless of how much sleep you actually got. You open a door or a window and smell smoke. The air is hazy, the sky is orange, the sun bright red. You go back inside. You stay inside. You don’t worry about the fire, it’s probably miles away. The smoke lasts for days and even after a shower you can’t get the smell out of your nostrils, can’t get the taste off your tongue. You hope your neighbor doesn’t mow his lawn, you hope no one throws a cigarette out a window on your road, or lets a loose chain drag behind their truck. 

The wind picks up, you get nervous. a helicopter passes low overhead, you get anxious. You wait for sirens. You watch more helicopters carrying heavy sacks of retardant, tanks of water, and keep testing the way the wind blows. Somehow, the fire misses you this summer.

Wintertime in California. The yellowed, crackling grass that looks like miles of sand dunes turns gray and falls loose from the baked earth. You pray for rain but you beg that it doesn’t come with lightning. Still, you don’t expect rain because every winter is “dry.” Snow falls somewhere in the mountains where someone skis then comes back and tells you it wasn’t much. No rain means more fire in the summer.

Then, after New Year’s, it rains. And rains. And gushes. The ground is baked stiff and won’t absorb water after an hour of moderate rain. The water rises. It fills streets, houses, threatens levees and dams. After days of this the ground finally softens. The plants, their root systems shriveled and mostly washed away by the flooding, can’t hold the dirt in place. Where it has no choice,the earth gives way to landslides.

The Sierra Nevadas, riddled with abandoned gold mines and in some place stripped by hydraulic mining. The water is always tainted with mercury and alkali. Occasionally a mine collapses and a sinkhole appears. If the house shakes you ask your friends and neighbors if they felt it too, but then you forget it happened. You actually sleep through most tremors.

Everyone knows at least one old mining song. School projects and field trips are to Fort Sumter and the missions. Cracking adobe that predates the country. You can tell vultures apart from other birds of prey easy because they’re the ones you see most often. Orchards that go on for miles and towns built on top of old olive orchards—occasionally a business or private home has kept a few to remind you. They don’t plant them. Those are the original trees.

You’re hiking and you find a massive flat rock with fist-sized holes bored into it. Trees and fenceposts that look like they were used for target practice with a machine gun. You hear what sounds like a lawn sprinkler go off and you get as far away from the rocks as you can, watching where you step.

Sacramento is a concrete jungle of one way streets and sky-blocking towers before endless miles of ugly industrial wasteland. San Francisco is a twisting maze of clogged overpasses where you drive three miles an hour and watch a dense blanket of bonechilling fog climb over the hills and obscure everything before you enter the city and keep your foot pressed flat to the brake at the steepest intersections. LA is a fever dream, a knotted nightmare of traffic you can never escape, air you can’t breathe even when there’s no fire, and someone’s always playing Norteño, which sounds exactly like polka but with melancholy Spanish lyrics.

The Central Valley gets funnel clouds that touch down even less often than snow falls, but you remember once as a kid getting sleet in the Valley and thinking that’s what snow was then later hudding in the school cafeteria because of a tornado warning. You remember visiting the ocean and bringing home kelp and colored glass. In the mountains you found a sticky pinecone the size of your head and a snake with miniscule legs. An owl with a broken wing was brought to your classroom, there are giant statues of golden bears at the state fair, and someone’s always going missing from Modesto.

But in the springtime, the hills are orange and purple and you realize that oak trees are actually green once a year. The heavy wind makes the grasses sway in waves and it sounds like waves and you’re nowhere near the ocean anymore, but it’s right there, endlessly green and almost sentient. The hills are moving. 

[lunetta-suzie-jewel]

Meanwhile, on the East Coast…

New Jersey: there’s literally a demon living in the long stretch of woods that runs up and down the state. we’ve befriended it.

[boogiewoogiebuglegal]

San Diego. The ocean is blue, except where it isn’t, where it’s just a touch of dark green, in exactly the place your eye tries to focus. Go inland fifteen minutes and it’s scrub-land, irrigated enough that you’re not supposed to see the desert and the cactus waiting, always waiting their turn. The hawks are there too, and they don’t give a damn. They’re waiting and they don’t care if you know it. 

There are mountains with giant boulders cleaved in half—to make a path for the freeway, they say. But maybe, at night, the boulders move. 

[imawriterhelp]

West Virginia: Almost like a crib rolling mountains that time has whittled into looking like hills trap you in. You’re boxed in and they control everything. You don’t see the sky upon the horizon until they decide to show it to you.

The people here are just like the mountains, quiet, and selective about what they tell. And none of us asks any more questions than we need to. We know better than to follow the haggard people walking down the road with two shovels in hands. We know better than to stare at a man and a woman handing each other, something, in front of a graveyard behind the stop sign.

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Hey, can I get some tips for writing good chemistry? My pair goes from coworkers > friends > couple, and I'm not really sure how to write them well

Sure! I’ll preface this with the fact that I’ve never actually been in a relationship, so everything I’m suggesting in the way of writing a good relationship comes from research and observation.

1) Increase in increments. When you grow from acquaintance to lover, it takes time. Relationships build from discussing safe topics, like work and other coworkers, to things that are more personal: hobbies, interests, and general life outside of work. Things will most likely grow the most outside of the workplace through social functions. Perhaps a mutual friend or a coworker is throwing a party or celebrating an engagement/birthday/wedding/pregnancy/adoption/etc. This will give them an atmosphere where they loosen up and get to know each other better, and give reason to want to hang out again. These buffer situations with mutual friends in public places are going to be very useful in the time between friendship and dating.

2) Opposites attract, but similarities seal. The best way to make a relationship last is through similar interests, values, and world views. They won’t necessarily share all these things with each other initially, but overtime revealing these things will bring them closer. These things will become the foundations of their relationship and help to make sure they have lasting things to talk about.

3) Respect and awkward moments are cute too! I’m personally of the mind set that watching the struggles and flops are good for a romance. Relationships are never smooth sailing, sometimes flirting isn’t well received, and frankly? Watching it grow is cute! Say someone tries to land a cheesy line and only receives a disapproving look from the other person or one person goes in for a kiss only to receive a solid “no” from the other. Including these things will bring depth and a more unique, realistic chemistry to the two. (They also leave the benefit of being an inside joke later on!)

[sseoulful]

[smbc-comics]

[best-of-memes]

[grandhowler]

Dude

[capitalist-dog-deactivated20151]

holy shit. 

this is on a whole new level of patience

[ethically-wrong-deactivated2014]

This is natural art.

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

The whole Kali thing really bugs me because any AZA zoo staff love their animals. I used to work at the vet who cared for our small but accredited local zoo and we had to do an emergency euthanasia on the oldest penguin due to severe illness. The vet was so heartbroken that she cried for a solid hour or so. She loved that little guy like her own family.

This ask is in regards to the elderly wolf euthanized at the Calgary Zoo that a disgruntled employee is portraying to the media as being motivated by wanting to bring in new, attractive, younger animals. 

It’s infuriating, and it’s all too common in the media these days. As much as anti-captivity activists would like to believe that everyone who works in a zoo setting is some power-hungry animal abuser who gets off on torturing “poor wild animals,” the truth is that zoo people genuinely do love their animals. In many cases, they care more for their well-being than they do about their own lives. 

These people ride out natural disasters, hunkered down in hurricane shelters or camping in break rooms during blizzards - away from their own family and pets - to make sure zoo animals have continued care. Houston Zoo people waded through waist-high water to get on site after Harvey. The owner of Safari West hid from the police when they forced everyone to evacuate during the North Bay fires and quite literally saved his entire facility and all of his animals by staying up all night fighting fires with a garden hose - while his house burned to the ground just next door. 

Being a zookeeper is not a job you can subsist easily on. Imagine committing to the typical millennial struggle for the next thirty years, willingly, because your job is worth it. Most zookeepers have roommates for most of their careers, and work two or three jobs just to be able to continue caring for their charges. To be able to advance in their careers, they’re expected for at least the first decade to be willing to drop their entire life - loved ones, significant others, social lives, medical needs - and pick up and move across the country whenever an opportunity arises. Not being willing to move for a job is considered “not committed enough” by most management, and so move they do. They don’t take regular vacations - the few times they have time off, they’re going on continuing education courses or research projects or conservation trips. Most zookeepers, after a decade in the field, have chronic injuries or health issues stemming from constant hard physical labor. A life of being a zookeeper literally destroys your body, but the people who stick it through do it because those animals are their goddamn life. 

Zoo staff are covered in tattoos of their animals, especially the pawprints and the faces of the animals they’ve lost, but also the ones they raised and the ones who helped them fall in love with the job despite all the back-breaking labor and below-subsistence wages. You might not see them - they’re generally required to be hidden while they’re on the job - but they carry these imprints of the lives they’ve fostered with them forever. 

So, sure, tell me again that zoos kill their animals when they’re old / inconvenient / not aesthetically pleasing anymore. Put it in the paper one. more. time. And then imagine what reading that, hearing that refrain again and again and again does to the people who gave their lives to the animal who has just been lost. 

[andworldbuildingtoo]

You want to know how far zookeepers can go to keep their animals alive and well? Oh I will tell you a story.

Imagine this: your country is at war and your chances look like shit, your city is under siege, bombs are falling like a fucking explosive rain and you can’t get out, all you have is a 1/4 of a toast bread a day and some boiled water. Maybe something else if you can find it. There is no central heating, only water you can have is from a river that get frozen in winter, people drop around you like flies.

You know that you probably won’t make it... but you are a zookeeper and you need to keep your hippo’s skin wet. You need somehow to feed tiger cubs. You also need to get a bison out of the hole from a bomb. You need to find milk for a little monkey because it’s mother is too exhausted to produce any...

Welcome to being a zookeeper in Leningrad  during WW2.

But you know what's amazing? This zoo was closed only in 1941-1942. Rest of time it was working. Because of amazing people who worked there.

Seriously, zookeepers are wonderful people and need more recognition.

PS

Hippo survived the siege in case if anyone wants to know. Krasavitsa (Beauty if you wish) lived up to her natural death in 1951.

[scavengedluxury]

Derby Hippodrome, May 2018.

[markv5]

“У меня просто кость пушистая. Дай колечки”…

[pinkpop1997]

[delightfullyodd]

Mermay character prompts

In case if you don’t want to draw mermaids but have troubles with coming up with ideas what else to draw.

Marine monster - for ideas you can go to @seatrench - they have tons of awesome. Or draw any marine animal/bird to your liking that you’ve found there.

Rusalka - fresh water spirit of those who drowned. female ones tend to try to drown other people and marry Vodyanoy (deity who watches over all Fresh Water Domain).

Selkie - a wereseal who can take off their pelt. Also don’t be an asshole - don’t steal their pelts;

Swan-maiden - similar to above, only swan instead of seal.

Waterhorse - fav means of transportation of the guy mentioned above. They usually pretend to be an exceptionally big catfishes. Unlike kelpies however, they aren’t assholes and typically they shy away from humans. Also, “horse“ part is up to discussion.

Reverse mermaid - upper half is a fish, human part is a bottom one;

Fishman - mix of human and fish features;

Kraken - everybody’s fav giant squid;

Hippocampus - half-horse half-fish ( you can go for half horse half-dolphin if you want them to be fully mammalian);

Siren - sea-dwelling half-birds half man-eating monstrocities beautiful maidens with enchanting voices;

Ichtyocentaur - basically think of centaur mermaid: human torso attached to a horse body which has fish tail;

Capricorn - half-goat half-fish, sadly very rarely seen outside of zodiac drawings;

Kelpie - nasty water spirit who pretends to be a pretty horse, often white or black, to lure their prey to ride them. After person tries to ride them, kelpie becomes sticky and person can’t get off. They are said to eat everything but liver;

Tarbh uisge aka water bull - creature similar to kelpie (water dwelling shapeshifting entity) only a bovine and a lot friendlier;

Dobhar-chú aka water hound -  It resembles both a dog and an otter though sometimes is described as a half dog, half fish. Is said to have fur either way. Lives in fresh water;

Ahuizotl -  dog-like creature with spiky waterproof fur. It has hands capable of manipulation and an additional hand t the end of its tail. The ahuizotl is feared due to its liking for human flesh, especially nails, eyes, and teeth. It is said to live in or near the water and to use the hand on the end of its tail to snatch its prey, dragging the person into the depths to drown them;

Lavellan - poisonous water-dwelling rodent who can somehow injure cattle hundred feet away;

Hafgufa (from Icelandic: haf “sea” + gufa “steam”) - giant sea monster, who can disguise itself as an island or pair of rocks rising from the sea;

Lyngbakr (from Icelandic: lungi “heather” + bak “back”) - colossal whale-like creature who can swallow ship whole.

Morse aka sea-lion - half-lion with webbed paws and a fish tail;

Charybdis - because nothing is as vague as thing one: some sort of giant creature, who lived under a rock at one side of a narrow channel. Three times a day she/it would swallow water, creating a whirlpool. Nobody knows how exactly she looked like.

Scylla - oh wait, this one is! She lived an arrow flight away from Charybdis. She could snatch 6 people at once. But in short - noone exactly know how she looked like, however here we at least have a version.

Scylla was said to be a gorgeous young woman. So one day Scylla was bathing in the sea and a sorceress named Circe happened by. She saw Scylla and got extremely jealous of her beauty. So Circe poisoned the sea water which caused Scylla to transform into a frightful monster with four eyes and six long snaky necks equipped with grisly heads, each of which contained three rows of sharp shark’s teeth. Her body consisted of 12 tentacle-like legs and a cat’s tail, while six dog’s heads ringed her waist.

Another version says that Scylla had upper part of a woman and bottom of a dog.

Well, her looks are up to you. *dramatic shrug*;

Sea monk or monk-fish - fish that looks like a monk. Do anything with that;

Bake-kujira - a large ghostly skeleton whale that is said to be accompanied by strange birds and fish.

Makara - as the vahana (vehicle) of the river goddess Ganga, Narmada and of the sea god Varuna. Makara are considered guardians of gateways and thresholds, protecting throne rooms as well as entryways to temples.

Typically it’s half terrestrial animal and half water animal: for example - head of elephant and body of fish or crocodile. Or body of a fish, trunk of an elephant, feet of a lion, eyes of a monkey, ears of a pig, and the tail of a peacock.