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Regulo
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il Regulo anche conosciuto con il suo nome latino Regulus, è una specie magica tipica delle zone rurali del centro Italia. Questa creatura ricorda un serpente di considerevoli dimensioni, con un corpo particolarmente largo dotato di grandi capacità rigenerative, squame vermiglie dai riflessi simili al metallo e altrettanto resistenti  che lo ricoprono completamente, rendendolo quindi praticamente immune a praticamente tutti gli attacchi fisici, salvo traumi estremamente importanti e grandi occhi gialli che gli danno l’aspetto estremamente intimidatorio. Il Regulo è carnivoro, le sue prede includono mammiferi e uccelli di medie dimensioni, e per cacciare data la sua imponente massa e particolare colore attende fermo immobile che una preda si avvicini per poi ipnotizzarlo con i suoi grandi occhi e una volta resa inerme, ucciderla per poi mangiarla con tutta calma. Generalmente se un Regulo incontra un essere umano tenta di evitare di farsi vedere quanto più possibile e nel caso di un incontro diretto utilizza le sue abilità ipnotiche per far allontanare e dimenticare l’incontro alla persona, ma nonostante questo suo comportamento pacifico nei confronti dell’uomo è considerato molto pericoloso. Ciò è dovuto al fatto che nei rari casi in cui un Regulo effettivamente attacca l’uomo il suo assalto è particolarmente feroce e risulta quasi sempre nella morte del tale, queste spiacevoli aggressioni sono dovute a un torto subito compiuto da tale persona che grazie alla loro straordinaria intelligenza e ancor più incredibile memoria i Reguli ricordano perfettamente anche a distanza di decenni.
The “Regulo” (Reguli plr.), also known by its Latin name Regulus, is a magical species typical of the rural areas of central Italy. This creature resembles a snake of considerable size, with a particularly large body endowed with great regenerative capacities, vermilion scales with metal-like reflexes and equally resistant scales that cover it completely, thus making it practically immune to all physical attacks, except for extremely severe traumas, and large yellow eyes that give it an extremely intimidating appearance. The “Regulo” is carnivorous, its prey includes medium-sized mammals and birds, and to hunt given its imposing bulk and peculiar colouring it waits motionless for a prey to approach in order to then hypnotise it with its large eyes and once rendered helpless, kill it and then calmly eat it. Generally, if a “Regulo” encounters a human being, it tries to avoid being seen as much as possible and in the case of a direct encounter uses its hypnotic abilities to make the person turn away and forget the encounter, but despite this its peaceful behaviour towards humans is considered very dangerous. This is due to the fact that in the rare cases in which a “Regulo” actually attacks a man, his assault is particularly fierce and almost always results in the death of the person. These unpleasant attacks are due to a wrong suffered by that person, which, thanks to their extraordinary intelligence and even more incredible memory, the “Regoli” remember perfectly even decades later.
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briefbestiary · 7 months
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The hidden monster lurking within Sicilian wells. A horror that causes disappearances near the structures it calls home.
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weepingwidar · 11 months
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Domenico Gnoli (Italian, 1933-1970) - From Bestiario Moderno (Modern Bestiary) (1968)
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fromthedust · 1 month
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Antonio Rubino (Italian, 1880–1964) - painter, writer, illustrator, designer, and animator considered the father of Italian comics.
Covers and interior illustrations for The Toy School — a series of six color albums designed as a vade mecum, each album being responsible for introducing children, not without irony, to the things of life. There we find an alphabet book, a book of algebra and geometry, a bestiary, a chooser, a fable and an edifying tale. Of these six albums, O by Giotto is a visual dictionary of familiar objects but also a reflection on creation.
O DI GIOTTO (O by Giotto) - 1927
RE BIFÈ (King Bifè)
Belle Lettere (Beautiful Letters) - 1928
LA SCUOLA DI SCARABOCCHIO (The Scribble School)
LÀ CITTA DI ABACO (The City of Abacus) - 1928
IO ASINO PRIMO (Me, First Dunce) - 1930
BESTIE PER BENE (Well Behaved Animals) - 1928
other publications:
TIC E TAC (Tic & Tac) - a novel for children of all ages
VIPERETTA - 1934
undersea scene - sketch for fabric design
MONDO FANCIULLO (Child's World) - poster for his animated cartoon
Giornalino della Domenica (Sunday Newspaper) - Anno II #25 - 1907
Giornalino della Domenica (Sunday Newspaper) - Anno III #14 - 1908
Giornalino della Domenica (Sunday Newspaper) - Anno III #50 - 1908
LA NAVE! (The Ship!) - Here is the ship in stormy sea . . .
Quadratino (Small Square) - comic panel - 1910
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Antonio Rubino Self-Portrait - 1930
www.printmag.com/daily-heller/futurist-wacky-antonio-rubino/ www.50watts.com/Daily-Rubino
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thelittlemars · 8 months
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Rating cows from Medieval manuscripts because I fucking love cows
I love cows and I love Medieval manuscripts. Is there something else I have to say to justify this post? I hope not.
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Ashmole Bestiary. England, early 13th century.
This is a cow for sure. I love her soft lineart - the artist knew what he was doing. Her reddish coat is Accurate, but she has curly hair, for some reason. This cow doesn't seem ready for the hardships of motherhood. She looks worried that her calf misses her udder completely, chomping on something that should definitely not be chomped. I empathize with her, to some extent.
9/10
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Ortus sanitatis. Germany, 15th century
A very skinny cow. She might be very young. This is probably the first time she's been milked, you can see from her face that she does not know what to expect, but she definitely does not like it. And tbh, I myself would not trust that little, lingering hand. However, I don't like that she's so skinny. Cows should be round, friendly and huggable. Her owners might be Poor, but Grass Is Free, you know? Let her eat something!
6/10 because it's not her fault.
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BL Harley 4751, f. 23. England, 13th century.
A very common rendition of a cow. I have seen at least two other illustrations like this one. She is Accurate, but her horns are red too. That was lazy, my dear artist. I love her fluffy tail and her tongue too. Cows have beautiful tongues. However, she does not look soft, but very sleek. I give her an extra point for that 'vacca' in the caption - it makes everything 1000 times better. 'Vacca' is a very funny word in Italian.
8/10
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SÁM 66. Iceland, 18th century
This cow is technically not Medieval, but she gets a free pass because I know her personally. Her name is Auðumbla. I usually love Auðumbla, but here she looks like she's pulling a gigantic prank on poor Búri by spilling all her milk all over the universe, and he doesn't seem to appreciate it. Bad Auðumbla. Apart from this, she looks Soft.
6/10
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De natura animalium. Italy, 15th century.
If Auðumbla was not Medieval, this bad boy here is not a Cow. He is a Bull. However, if I was driving past a field I would still point at him and scream "Cow!!" to my mum, so he too gets a free pass. I love him. He has kind, expressive eyes. He seems very polite as if he would let you cross the street without honking at you. He also looks squishable but firm. He is probably the most beloved animal on the farm. I love you, Kind Bull.
10/10
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Bohun Psalter and Hours. England, 14th century
This cow is literally me if I was a Cow. Wrapped in a blanket, with a book and flowers all around. This cow knows how to read. Cows should not be able to read, but I guess she followed her dreams and never gave up on them. Her eyes are so expressive, and kind. I cannot express the range of emotions this little Scholar Cow evokes in me. She also has a good sense of style. Good job, little Cow!
1000/10
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 LJS 361. Naples, 14th century
Not sure what this is supposed to be. A cow? A horse? A 'corse'? Anyway, this looks like a little push cart with a stuffed animal on top. Really doesn't look like a cow. And why is she on a leash? Or maybe it is her who's keeping that square-headed creature on a leash? Is it, perhaps, her pet? In that case, we love our independent queen. But I still have to say: I have no idea what this is. Sorry, weird-looking maybe-cow.
1/10
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This was all for today! I hope you enjoyed my little ranking of the Medieval beauties. Let me know which one of these is your favourite, pls I'd love to know.
To be completely transparent, I was inspired to do this by @cuties-in-codices 's beautiful posts on weird creatures in manuscripts. I love your blog so much.
Ha det bra, my fellow friends!
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anamelessfool · 4 months
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WIP WHENEVER
Thank you @kissingghouls for the tag!!!! I tried to pick something a little unique for this challenge...
VISITATION (From 'Domestics')
(family, humor, self-indulgent fluff, Dad Secondo)
2013: Papa Emeritus Terzo, Copia, and Nihil visit their estranged brother Secondo after the birth of his youngest child.
I have this whole ficlet series similar to Bestiary but based on small domestic moments in the lives of the brothers and the characters in my AU. Why? Because it's fun and ridiculously self-indulgent.
I love me a good flashback....
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“Which way am I turning here?” Copia asked.
“Left,” muttered Terzo.
“Left...”
“Right.”
“Oh, Right then?”
“Yes, left is right!” Terzo paused then groaned. “Left is correct.”
“Marian couldn't come?” Terzo asked Copia idly. He smirked. “Hope your leash is long enough.”
Copia frowned. “At some point I wil fly out of this car, yes, jerked back by the leash, your Unholiness,” he replied flatly. “But ah… I'm into that.” Two hours in the car with Terzo gave one plenty of time to practice talking trash. “We should have arrived twenty minutes ago.”
Terzo shifted in the passenger seat. Car rides made him sick, and therefore extra irritable. He glanced in the rearview mirror at Nihil in the back. Nihil was staring ahead, expressionless, his eyes dull like a mesmerized cow. “We would have made time if we didn't stop back there.”
“Terzo, the old man barely asks for anything these days,” Copia said firmly. “So when he asked to stop and buy a balloon for his new grandson I um…had to indulge him.”
“Isn't this thing just brand new? A little ball that sleeps and cries? Why—why does it need a fucking balloon?”
“That thing… is your nephew,” Copia said, and he squeezed the steering wheel. “Have you ever taken care of anything small and helpless like that? You'd understand.”
Terzo muttered something in Italian and dropped his head against the door, staring out the window. Copia assumed if he wasn't so carsick he would really put on a pissy show for them all.
“We’re nearly there,” Copia said, slowing to an agonizing stop at the intersection, looking carefully right and left, waiting the appropriate three seconds at the stop sign, and then continuing on.
[They pull up to a plain suburban house.]
The door opened, Secundo towered over them all, his dark intense presence unmarred by his years away. The former Papa Emeritus II of the Satanic Church of the Void was now wearing a checkered button-down shirt and dark khakis. His grip on his cane tightened as his shark-like gaze flicked from guest to guest. Four Infernal Eyes regarded each other on the porch. Secundo's pitted face moved slightly. “Shoes. Off.” He shifted back, granting them entry.
They were led inside to a sunken foyer. Beyond a small railing was an ordinary living room with a beige carpet. There were halls nearby leading to kitchen, basement and bedrooms. All with as few stairs as possible made it easier for Secundo to easily walk around in his current state. His time as Channel of the Void left him permanently weak in his left side, but they all knew it could have been much worse.
Copia was struck by how unbelievably ordinary the place was. There was an unusual number of crammed bookshelves and a piano near the window, but other than that there was very little evidence of this being the home of a former leader of The Satanic Church of the Void. A single taxidermied goat head loomed over the television that displayed a muted cartoon program. Two small children sat near it in the center of a pile of wooden blocks.
Copia pulled his own shoes off, then knelt to help Nihil out of his. “It's nice to see you again, Secundo.”
Secundo never dropped his intensity and simply changed the words he spoke. “Yes, it is, Copia. Welcome.”
“Is that…is that little Paul?!” Copia nearly squealed as he pointed towards the little face peering from between the metal railings. The boy Paul had a shock of messy dark hair and a wild look that was all too familiar. “He's a small version of Terzo! Look!”
“That had been my unfortunate impression as well,” Secundo replied flatly.
Terzo gave them all a painfully polite smile, then joked. “Not to worry, I had nothing to do with it.”
Nihil’s head whipped from Paul to Terzo. “Yes, definitely our little scamp! An even smaller Terzo, heh!” Both grandson and son threw him identical scowls.
“Do you remember us?” Copia asked Paul. The boy cocked his head, thinking. He was born at the Ministry but the whole family left by the time he was five. “I remember we took out my old trike and you were pedaling up and down the hallways…”
“I distinctly remember you pedaling up and down the hallways on his tricycle,” Secundo said with an amused smirk.
“Just that once! To teach him!” Copia shot back.
[They settle into the collection of couches and proceed to observe the newborn.]
“Nihil, would you—” Sandra frowned. The old man had fallen asleep in the recliner within the past five minutes. She chuckled. “Well then, we will try later! How about you, Terzo?”
Terzo furrowed his brow. “No, certainly not. No thank you, sorella.”
Secundo looked quietly invested from his place on the opposite couch. “He'll reconsider later.”
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alchameth · 7 months
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"In summary therefore, the main conclusions of this thesis are:
i) There is a considerable amount of commonality between the methods and equipment of magic in the PGM, Hygromanteia and Clavicula Salomonis.
ii) There is a clear line of transmission from the Hygromanteia to the Clavicula Salomonis which is identifiable down to the very detailed level of Solomonic method and specific pieces of equipment. Therefore there can be no doubt that the Hygromanteia is the forefather of the Clavicula Salomonis.
iii) There are two main exceptions to the above point:
a) The skrying chapters in the Hygromanteia, have not been passed on to the Clavicula Salomonis. These skrying methods are however found almost word-forword in an 11th century Jewish source. Accordingly, either Jewish sources supplied these chapters to the Hygromanteia, or were derived from it.
b) The pentacles chapters in the Clavicula Salomonis do not derive from the Hygromanteia, but probably come from the manuscript Sepher ha-Otot, or from a related source.
iv) There is no clear line of transmission between the PGM and the Hygromanteia, but the high degree of commonality makes it certain that the PGM was a major contributor to the contents of the Hygromanteia. The Testament of Solomon was also shown to be an important contributor to the Hygromanteia.
v) A number of magical techniques were identified, such as precise timing of rites by day, hour and Moon phase, strict purification, fasting, use of specific incenses, use of shared nomina magica, and techniques such as threatening spirits with the names of their superiors, or the impersonation of a god to ensure compliance from the spirit.
vi) Equipment used for protection of the magician including the protective floor circle and the phylactery/ourania/lamen, are common to all three texts.
vii) There is a definite sequence to the procedures of ‘Solomonic magic’, foreshadowed in the PGM, but precisely defined in the Hygromanteia and the Clavicula Salomonis, and identified as the ‘Solomonic method.’
viii) The pentacle section of the Clavicula Salomonis was derived from the Sepher ha-Otot, or a cognate Hebrew source. A crude cut-down version of these pentacles was used in the Hygromanteia to construct the ourania/lamen, and the pentacles found in versions of the Clavicula Salomonis are less detailed, and with less complete Hebrew. Therefore either the Sepher ha-Otot is contributory to both the Hygromanteia and the Clavicula Salomonis, or a common ancestor informed all three texts.
ix) The meaning of -µαντεια as used in chapters 47-58 of the Hygromanteia embraces evocation and skrying as well as just divination.
x) Although Hebraic god names like Adonai, Iaō and Sabaoth are frequently found in the PGM, the Hygromanteia and Clavicula Salomonis, they were divorced from the methods of Jewish magic.
xi) The Sepher Maphteah Shelomoh manuscript of 1700, instead of being evidence of the Jewish roots of Solomonic magic, was in fact a translation of a Latin/Italian manuscript of the Clavicula Salomonis, and therefore not its source.
xii) A full set of correspondences of stones, herbs and beasts, has become split off from the Hygromanteia, prior to 1440, leaving just a few zodiacal and planetary herbal correspondences. These correspondences reappear in other grimoires, such as the Sepher Raziel, or in separate lapidaria, herbaria or bestiaries, but are not carried forward into the Clavicula Salomonis.
xiii) The so-called Mithrasliturgie, is neither a Mithraic text nor the liturgy of any religion, nor is it a magical text, but a procedure for a solitary Mystery rite, designed to confer immortality upon just one initiate.
xiv) A new translation for the Ephesia Grammata has been proposed, as an example of how knowledge of the techniques can sometimes help to decipher the meaning of nomina magica.
Speculative Conclusions about the origins of the Hygromanteia:
xv) The date of composition of the Hygromanteia was probably late 6th/early 7th century, with a major redaction occurring in the early 13th century.
xvi) The place of composition of the Hygromanteia was probably Alexandria, with the text being subsequently taken to Constantinople. The author was Greek educated and not a Christian.
xvii) The Hygromanteia may have been written or compiled by Stephanos of Alexandria (and Athens) in the late 6th century, and brought by him to Constantinople.
xviii) The title Hygromanteia was originally only applied to the last chapters 47-59.
ix) The most likely title of the Hygromanteia is The Magical Treatise of Gathering and Directing the Spirits, or the Magical Treatise, although it was probably originally called the Ἀποτελεσµατικὴ πραγµατεία."
Stephen Skinner, Magical Techniques and Implements present in Graeco-Egyptian Magical Papyri, Byzantine Greek Solomonic Manuscripts and European Grimoires: Transmission, Continuity and Commonality, 2013, pp. 377-379.
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thecreaturecodex · 2 years
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Electrohedron
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Image © Asterion Press, by Elisa Ferrotto.
[Commissioned by @justicegundam82, from Nephandum: Creatures of Terror, a 3rd party D&D 3.5 bestiary written in Italian. It’s somewhat reassuring to see that the three way struggle between author, art director and artist is found in Italian publishing as well. The text says that the electrohedron just touches people to shock them, but the artist gave it big scary spikes. And it’s supposedly made out of electrum, but the metal in the picture is decidedly not golden in hue.]
Electrohedron CR 8 N Construct This floating object is an eight-sided prism made out of silvery metal. A sharp spike rises from each of its vertices, and it spins in place as it hovers. Runic symbols cover all of its sides, and visible bolts of electricity crackle across its surfaces.
An electrohedron is a small, mobile construct designed with sadism in mind. They generate painful electrical shocks, and their magnetic abilities render foes using metal weapons at a significant disadvantage. They are small enough to patrol narrow corridors and maneuverable enough to fly up and down staircases and pits. If not instructed otherwise, the primary tactic of an electrohedron is to set itself up above a group of enemies and rain electrical bolts down on them. The primary weakness of an electrohedron is water, which causes them to short out and damage themselves.
Creating an Electrohedron An electrohedron is built around an iron core, which spins rapidly as the creature moves to generate electricity. Its outer surface is constructed out of 100 pounds of silver, worth 500 gp. This silver can be recovered from a dead electrohedron, unless it is slain through exposure to water, in which case the silver corrodes and becomes worthless slag. CL 10th; Price 32,500 gp Requirements Craft Construct, fly, lesser geas, shocking grasp, telekinesis, creator must be at least caster level 10th; Skill Craft (metallurgy) DC 17; Cost 16,500 gp.
Electrohedron   CR 8 XP 4,800 N Small construct Init +5; Senses all-around vision, darkvision 60 ft., Perception +0 Defense AC 21, touch 16, flat-footed 15 (+1 size, +5 Dex, +5 natural) hp 76 (12d10+10) Fort +4, Ref +9, Will +4 DR 5/adamantine; Immune construct traits, electricity Defensive Abilities electric body, magnetism; Weakness vulnerable to water Offense Speed fly 30 ft. (perfect) Melee gore +13 (1d6 plus 1d6 electricity) Ranged 2 electric bolts +17 touch (4d6 electricity) Statistics Str 10, Dex 20, Con -, Int -, Wis 11, Cha 1 Base Atk +12; CMB +16; CMD 26 Feats Agile Maneuvers (B) Skills Fly +15 Ecology Environment any land or underground Organization solitary, pair or flight (3-6) Treasure special (see above) Special Abilities Electric Body (Ex) Any creature touching an electrohedron with a natural weapon, touch attack or metallic weapon takes 1d6 electricty damage. Weapons with a wooden haft, such as a longspear or battleaxe, do not endanger a wielder in such a way. An electrohedron deals 1d6 points of damage with its natural weapons. Electric Bolt (Su) As a standard action, an electrohedron can fire two bolts of electricity. Treat these as ranged touch attacks with a range of 30 feet and no range increment. A creature struck by one of these bolts takes 4d6 points of electricity damage. Magnetism (Su) An electrohedron can alter its magnetism as an immediate action. It has three settings; attract, repel or neutral. If it is set to repel metal, it gains a +4 deflection bonus to Armor Class against metal weapons and metallic creatures, as well as to its CMD against enemies wearing metal armor and metallic creatures. When set to attract metal, it automatically attracts unattended metallic items weighing 50 pounds or less to its body, and makes a disarm attempt against all opponents within 5 feet that are carrying metal items. If it succeeds, the weapon or shield is stuck to the electrohedron’s body, and can only be removed with a DC 15 Strength check made as a standard action. Attempting to remove such an item may expose a creature to the electrohedron’s electric body. If the electrohedron sets itself to repel or neutral when it has metallic items stuck to it, the items fall to the ground. Vulnerable to Water (Ex) If an electrohedron is splashed with water, it takes 1d6 points of damage (no save). If immersed in water, it takes 10d6 points of damage per round. When an electrohedron takes damage in this fashion, it deals 1d6 points of electricity damage to all creatures adjacent to it (Reflex DC 16 negates). The save DC is Constitution based.
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starlight-shades · 6 months
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tag gamerules: favorite: movie, hobby, animal, character, color, place, season, album, food
movie: I'm one of those people who doesn't have just one favorite anything. But I tend to rewatch Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron every now and then (it was def my fave for a bit when I was a kid). I used to make my dad watch it with me whenever he stayed home to watch me when I was sick.
hobby: Does drawing count when it's what I went to school for? If not, I'll go with reading. Love a good bit of escapism. I love storytelling more generally in all sorts of forms (i.e. movies, TV, games, etc), but reading was definitely what got me started. Recently I've been reading a lot of fanfiction. Last year I kept track of all the books I read and I ended up with the insane number of 534 books read.
animal: I'm a big fan of hyenas. This is another one where I don't have just one favorite, but hyenas are where I'm sitting right now. I think that they're really neat for a variety of reasons. They're matriarchal which is super cool, and they were used in medieval bestiaries as a sort of example of sexual deviance because they were believed to be hermaphroditic (they aren't, the females just have external vaginal canals that look like a penis- it makes giving birth as difficult as you think it does). I think they're a really cool example of how nature doesn't give a fuck about human ideas of how sexual dimorphism (and subsequently gender) should work. I tend to gravitate towards animals that media tends to use as shorthand for evil bc I think it's lazy and irresponsible (I also love sharks).
character: Ghost. I do too much projecting for it not to be him. I'm deep in my COD era (this is a COD blog after all). He's just this big beefy man who is deeply traumatized and has trouble trusting people and developing deep relationships. What's not to love?
color: It's maroon. It is maroon, it has been maroon, it will always be maroon. IDC that I surround myself with pastels. If it has to be one color and not a palette, it's maroon.
place: the aquarium <3. It's just so calming (when the children are not screaming, but we listen to the children scream because they're excited and it's good for them and we're an adult and can wait until they move on so we can watch the fish in the quiet). Every now and then I'll take a day in the middle of the week when school is in session to go to the aquarium or the zoo by myself. I like watching the animals, and I don't feel bad about sitting and drawing them for like 30+ minutes when there aren't any other people who's view I'm blocking.
season: spring. When it's easiest to spend time outside. It's not too hot, and if it's chilly I can throw on a sweater. I like sitting outside in the afternoon sun and reading poetry out loud. Makes me feel like a fairy.
album: star-crossed by Kacey Musgraves. That album came out around the time I had to put down my cat, and I would just listen to it on repeat and cry. It's got a very specific grief+nostalgia combo that really hits me. It's still one of my go-tos when I need a good cry. I have playlists for when I'm happy, but that album has a special place in my heart. 'if this was a movie..' and 'camera roll' are probably my favorite songs off of it.
food: this one is hardest I think. My family is Not Great at expressing feelings, so I ended up with food as a proxy for love and care. And both my parents draw from a pretty diverse set of culinary practices for various reasons, so I've inherited it. When I'm feeling homesick, I'll cook Italian. When I'm sad or missing my brothers, I'll cook Korean. When I miss my mom, I'll make Turkish. As I'm writing this, though, I'm thinking about dumplings.
TY to @soapsdish for the tag. Idk why the formatting did that.
I don't really have any other moots I know well enough to tag, but feel free to do this if you'd like!
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wickedsrest-rp · 1 year
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WICKED’S REST CRYPTIDS
There are plenty of strange creatures that live in and around this seaside town, but some of them have been supposedly spotted enough by tourists and locals alike to make them famous. There's even a dedicated cryptid club. With this elevated awareness comes their very own personalized name, origin story, and maybe even a statue or two crafted in their likeness! And you can be sure that all the shops in town that cater to tourists will definitely have some cryptid merch for sale.
Wormy
Local to Harborside, Wormy is a massive serpentine sea monster that’s been spotted in and around the bay. You won’t usually catch a glimpse of it unless there’s a low fog hanging over the water: the creature seems to otherwise stay below the waves. That said, boat sonar will sometimes pick up something very large and very long without any other kind of visual, which is where most of the reports come from. From the few who claim to have seen it with their own eyes, they say it resembles a massive snake with an upward-curved snout, large fins, and barnacles attached to its hide. There’s also a rumor going around that Wormy is the one responsible for the missing boats that wander too close to Storm’s Eye Trench, but obviously there’s no proof of this.
Bigfeet 
Yeah, you read that right. Wicked’s Rest has its very own version of sasquatch, the more appropriately-named Bigfeet. After all, Bigfoot makes no sense. It has two feet, doesn’t it? Some locals claim it’s the original sasquatch that got ripped off by someone who visited the town back in the early 1800’s, but there’s no way to be sure. Whichever one came first, one thing is certain: the tourists love this cryptid. While some sightings have been recorded coming out of Harmony Hill (which are probably a case of mistaken identity), the more likely habitat where Bigfeet can be spotted is, unsurprisingly, the Pines.
Giuseppe
The phrase “it’s like 90% legs” might not be something you expect to hear in the grocery store, but hear it you may: they’d be talking about Giuseppe, of course. A funny looking fella that’s rumored to live atop Serpent’s Flat, the creature is described by those that claim to see it from the viewing stations as tall, lanky, and… well, mostly made of legs. Just two, but the cryptid’s torso is evidently quite stout in comparison, and the distinct lack of arms makes the legs all the more starkly gigantic in comparison. The body is sort of an off-white color, another feature that makes it stand out against the blackened surface of the Flat. How did it get the name? Well, a local Italian restaurant owner claims that her family coined it decades ago when they built up a rapport with the creature after feeding it some meatballs in marinara. Maybe that’s why you’ll find the occasional plate of meaty treats placed around the edge of the Flat?
Gripwing
No cryptid bestiary would be complete without a terror of the skies, and for that Wicked’s Rest has Gripwing, who terrorizes the beach and seas around town. Gripwing is often said to be a giant butterfly, but no one can verify for sure due to its blazing speed as it soars the skies. However, Gripwing’s victims are distinct. They wash up on shore with their chest cavities sliced open with brutal incisions and the heart torn out. This has led to further rumors about blade-like antennae. Interestingly, some of these rumors seem to originate in a local siren colony with what seems like glee. If Gripwing were in actuality a large siren with extravagantly colored wings and ornate feathers, perhaps mistaking it for a butterfly would be understandable… 
Moleman
Everybody knows about the mines. More than that, everybody knows to stay out of the mines. Collapsing tunnels are a real threat, but they’re not the only danger that lurks in the darkness. There is, of course, the Moleman—unimaginatively named by the board of tourism, it’s a creature that is said to dwell in the winding pathways of the immense underground system. Massive in stature and responsible for all the new tunnels that open up (and sometimes make sinkholes in people’s backyards), the Moleman is just that—half man, half mole. Grotesque in appearance, it’s no wonder he uses a disguise to walk among the normal townsfolk. People say that he’s tall with broad shoulders, scruffy and dirty, and perfectly blind. If you see someone like that in town, it may be best to avoid them. 
Bessie
To nonlocals, Bessie is nothing more than a strange choice for a university mascot, but to the locals she’s so much more. Before records of Grotte de Fromage appeared, there were many reports of hearing cow-like wailing from up in the mountain peaks. In reality, Bessie does much resemble a highland cow with long red hair that flows in the wind and horns on her head that always appear to be bloodstained. Don’t worry, it’s not actually blood! Some strange supernatural molds can form in Wicked's Rest which could be the source of Bessie’s cheese cave creating powers. There are several stories attached to Bessie that you’re likely to hear from the college kids in town. Some will say her cries were for the loss of her calves and her hallucinogenic cheese was a form of protection. Others yet say this cow has much more devious plans. Why else would her horns be covered in blood? Aside from the fact they aren’t, but that isn’t nearly as fun a story to tell the freshman you’re trying to scare. While it is rare she ventures away from the depths of Grotte de Fromage, when she does come out of her cave, she eats the grass around her at an alarmingly fast speed for a cow. While mostly harmless, her size does pose a danger so approach with caution… and maybe don’t stand in her way when she’s eating if you happen to like your shoes or feet at all.
Gourdon
Gatlin Fields has their own curious cryptid that seems especially fond of the autumn festivities in that area, with a particular habit of showing up in the Maized and Confused attraction. It is a stout creature, no more than three feet tall, and seems to be covered in brownish-orange fur. Its favorite snacks are pumpkin seeds and mulled wine, the latter of which it can sometimes be seen clutching between its front paws as it trundles through the corn maze. It has a long, thick, furred tail that helps it stand upright when it has a warm beverage to carry around, though no one can say for sure where the heck it actually gets the wine from. Is someone feeding it? It’s possible—the creature seems friendly, if not desperately shy. Getting a picture of it is no easy task, though the Club Cryptid HQ claims to have gotten one on one of their trail cams. Gourdon can appear during other seasons as well, in both Gatlin Fields and the surrounding woods, though it might have a different sweet drink hugged to its chest. 
Deepsnoots
Exclusively present in Jericho Burying Ground, Deepsnoots itself has never actually been seen. Many are familiar with the sight of a lump tunneling through the dirt underfoot, and some claim they’ve seen a strange appendage or mouth of sharp teeth, but none of these descriptions align with each other. What is known is that Deepsnoots moves quickly, and the rapid burrowing can scare off some of the hooligans that want to deface the headstones. Some think Deepsnoots is intentionally keeping the Grounds safe of crime, like some kind of guardian who ought to be celebrated, while others believe it’s motivated by the need to feed on old buried remains. No one has confirmed this. Or really anything. Deepsnoots might just be a regular mole.
Tendrilla
While Seven Peaks is steeped in Tendrilla reverence, even using a dedicated shrine atop each peak, there is little physical evidence that this entity exists. Within town there are many paintings and art pieces depicting her (she is typically thought of as feminine), and most seem to more or less agree on some key details. First, Tendrilla is huge, dwarfing her own shrines. Two, Tendrilla flies or hovers through the air in the same manner flying saucers are often depicted. Three, she emits a beautiful, ethereal glow, and can bathe an entire mountainside in her light. She is often associated with mushrooms due to the unique variety that grows up in Seven Peaks. Some say her tentacles sting, while others say they embrace with love. Some say she has sheet-like fins that blow in the breeze like sails, while others say she is streamlined and sleek. Whatever the case, Tendrilla inspires great devotion, and… well, there have been some huge, mysterious tentacles found in the mountains over the years. 
Mothermoth
Sightings of Mothermoth are most frequently reported in Worm Row, especially in or near the Wormwoods. She’s suspected to be a species of giant silk moth, but most describe her as being about the size of a helicopter or small plane. The huge eye spots on her wings seem to blink. Under a full or nearly full moon, people say her wings take on a bright golden sheen, and some say they were blinded – even permanently – by the moonlight bouncing off them. This reflected light may account for the lack of good photos. Mothermoth’s wings shed golden powder-like scales, and these may have supernatural properties. No one knows anything about where she lays her eggs… or what hatches from them. Some supernatural scholars believe goggies, or a goggie variant, may be the larval stage of Mothermoth’s species. A small group of local entomologists have made it their life’s work to try and prove Mothermoth’s existence and catch her. They’re gonna need a bigger net.
Shaggarok
This ape-like figure has a profusely long coat of white hair that drags in a trail behind it, leaving markings in the dirt and snow. No one knows what it looks like underneath the coat, but people describe a pair of round, glowing eyes peering out from beneath it. Some describe the feeling of being followed before they saw Shaggarok. It has only been sighted in Seven Peaks, especially on snowy days and at high elevations. There are sporadic reports on each of the seven mountains. Most say Shaggarok approached them while they were in trouble in the mountains and freed them from being stuck or chased off an attacking beast. One report vividly describes Shaggarok sucking the hair off a monster after saving someone from it. In actuality, Shaggarok is likely an especially fluffy, white-coated kerashag that seems to be curious about people, though doesn’t like being seen. Even to those who suspect this to be the case, it’s up for interpretation whether that impacts its cryptid status.
The Lighthouse Keeper
You might hear those living along Wicked’s Rest’s coast whispering about “The Keeper”. This mysterious individual is said to haunt the lighthouses along the coastline, luring sailors to their deaths with its ghostly light. Some theorize the Keeper is the ghost of a former lighthouse keeper who drowned in a storm, now seeking to claim the lives of others who venture too close to its domain. Sightings of the Keeper often align with storms and shipwrecks, leading many to speculate that it can manipulate the sea. Despite its fearsome reputation, the Lighthouse Keeper is often depicted as a tragic figure by the locals, doomed to haunt the lighthouses for eternity. Some tales even suggest that it is trying to warn sailors of the dangers of the sea, in hopes of sparing them the same fate that befell it.
Caprifang
Described as a human-sized bipedal goat-like creature with huge fangs, it’s been said that Caprifang has been seen chasing down dangerous prey with immense speed before tackling it to the ground and sinking those uncharacteristic canines into its throat. Local aos sí fae seem to think Caprifang might just be a faun that’s gone mad from loneliness, but none of them have been able to coerce it into conversation long enough to find out. Most who claim to have spotted it say it lives up in the mountains, keeping to itself for the most part—until danger arises. In fact, the folks that believe the beast exists often feel better knowing it’s around the winding trails of the Peaks, for it seems to only have a taste for the blood of monsters, not people. Though if you’re a particularly malevolent sort, maybe you ought to watch out, too. 
Zilch
Some say it’s the Dover Demon that has simply migrated north, curiously drawn to the impact crater out in Gatlin Fields. Others insist this is another creature entirely that only looks similar, but the one thing everyone can agree on is this: the thing that lurks around the crater is not from this world. It is an extraterrestrial, stranded on our planet either by choice or accident, doing its best to keep to itself. The humanoid has a very large head, rosy-tan skin, a lanky body, and most often scuttles around on all fours. Unlike the Dover Demon, however, the large glassy orbs that peer back at tourists from this creature’s head are not orange, but instead resemble the night sky—illuminated pinpricks of white light in an otherwise inky, blue/black backdrop. It is larger than its Massachusetts counterpart, standing a frightening seven feet tall when on its hind legs… or so they say. The most unnerving thing about this alien creature is the way folks claim that it spoke to them telepathically, screeching at them to leave the area inside their minds. Maybe it’s best to just stay away from the crater.
The Cleaver
Late at night on the main roads leading in and out of town, drivers might encounter a creature known as the Cleaver. If you’re wondering how it got this name, well, you needn’t wonder any longer—thought to be the victim of a hit-and-run accident, the Cleaver is a humanoid that is missing its lower half and can be seen dragging itself through the middle of the road by its hands, one of which is clutching a large scythe. If one swerves to miss it or even if they hit it dead on, the creature will clamber up onto the stopped vehicle, rip the driver free, and slice them in half with its weapon… just for sport. So if you’re ever driving somewhere and you see something laying in the middle of the road… just keep driving. Don’t stop, no matter what. 
Thiccopotamus
At first glance, Thiccopatamus, the beast lovingly named by Wicked’s Rest Cryptid Club looks much like a normal hippopotamus aside from the strange orange glow around her. Add in the fact she’s about twice the size, it’s no wonder that the college kids call her “stupid thicc”. Thankfully, most of the club knows to observe her from afar with the cameras they set up around Wicked’s Rest’s State Park. Normal hippos are dangerous enough as is, but Thiccopotamus is even more so with her even larger stature and appetite. While her hippo cousins prefer vegetation and fruits around the river in the lands they’re native to, Thiccopatamus has been known to eat various types of meat, usually in the form of smaller, less fortunate creatures. Yeah, definitely keep your distance.
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the-evil-pizza · 1 year
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an italian streamer I like to watch has been paid to play genshin impact and like, did a whole stream of only reading the bestiary and he’s only got so far as beating dvalin but got the ENTIRE Kaenri’ah lore right just by speculating with the hilichurls and slimes entries
2 hours of serious lore speculation and then he gets to the dog description and went ‘’this gives us the important information that humans exists. Red hair extremely long dick and eyepatch on the ass and ice in the anus are humans”
and after dropping the best descriptions for Diluc and Kaeya goes back to “Then  this makes me think that there was humanity a, the hilichurls, that lost against humanity b, our guys, and that’s what caused them to lose their intellect’’ 
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Il Nerampo, anche conosciuto come Serpente Cornuto, è una creatura magica del sud Italia, in particolare è possibile osservarla in Puglia suo probabile luogo d’origine. Questa creatura ricorda un grande serpente con corpo che può arrivare anche a due metri di lunghezza, completamente ricoperto da scaglie nere estremamente resistenti sia agli urti sia a particolari forme di magia, con la testa solcata da un palco formato da grandi corna color oro che ricordano quelle di un cervo da cui appunto prende il proprio nome. i Nerampi preferiscono vivere in luoghi umidi e bui come grotte e fiumi e cacciano prevalentemente di notte sfruttando il loro corpo completamente nero per mimetizzarsi nel buio e emettendo un’intensa luce dorata dalle loro corna per confondere e tramortire la preda o la minaccia che sia e poi attaccare mordendola ferocemente. Questa specie generalmente in natura tende ad ignorare l’essere umano infatti gli effettivi attacchi a quest’ultimo sono estremamente rari e ognuno di essi non è mai ne risultato fatale ne in ferite gravi e permanenti anzi vi sono stati diversi casi dove gli esemplari di questa specie abbiano guidato i viandanti persi attraverso i boschi e guarito con la loro luce magica alcuni feriti, nonostante ciò a causa del suo aspetto intimidatorio e di antiche superstizioni è stato ed è tutt’ora considerato generalmente come malaugurio ed estremamente pericoloso.
The "Nerampo" (Nerampi plr.), also known as the Horned Serpent, is a magical creature from southern Italy, in particular from Apulia, its probable place of origin. This creature is reminiscent of a large snake with a body that can reach up to two metres in length, completely covered in black scales that are extremely resistant both to shocks and to particular forms of magic, with a head furrowed by a platform formed by large golden horns that resemble those of a deer, from which it takes its name. "Nerampi" prefer to live in damp, dark places such as caves and rivers and hunt mainly at night, using their completely black bodies to camouflage themselves in the dark and emitting an intense golden light from their antlers to confuse and stun their prey or threat and then attack by biting fiercely. This species generally tends to ignore humans in the wild, in fact actual attacks on the latter are extremely rare and each of them has never resulted in fatal or serious and permanent injuries. On the contrary, there have been several cases where specimens of this species have guided lost travellers through the woods and healed some injured people with their magic light, despite that because of its intimidating appearance and ancient superstitions, it has been and still is generally regarded as bad luck and extremely dangerous.
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The baleful bisso galeto may be slain through mirror, a rooster's crow, and through mortal combat with a weasel. A weasel, in particular, is capable of killing the creature, however the valiant creature will also perish in kind.
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Domenico Gnoli (Italian, 1933-1970) - From Bestiario Moderno (Modern Bestiary) (1968)
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globin--goblin · 1 year
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Don't get too excited about Vivian from Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door being trans in the Japanese version. It's actually handled really badly.
She calls her and her sisters "The Shadow Sisters", but Beldam says "You're a man, we're the Shadow Trio". So far so good, Beldam is supposed to be her abuser and a villain so it makes sense.
But then, Goombella misgenders her in her tattle, first referring to her as the youngest sister and the correcting herself to say brother. The narration misgenders her. The bestiary misgenders her. A random Goomba NPC misgenders her. Her Catch Card in Super Paper Mario misgenders her. The game depicts her as a trans woman, but does NOT affirm her gender.
The Spanish translation has the same problem, and I assume most translations do. The only one that's good is the Italian version. She's still trans, it's made more explicit (She says something along the lines of "I feel like a woman, and I'm proud of what I've become!") and the transphobia from most characters is removed.
If you're curious, Birdo is also trans, but recent games seem to confirm Nintendo of Japan officially affirms her gender (A game mechanic in Mario Super Sluggers treats her as a female character, she appears in a "Women of Racing" billboard in MK8 alongside Peach and Daisy) even if some translations don't (Super Mario Party misgenders her in British English). AFAIK, she hasn't been misgendered in Japanese for a long time. So Vivian would probably be on the same boat if she showed up again.
You can see more stuff on her respective Mario Wiki pages
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Bless you James, as a philosophy student, I'd sit with you and shit talk about Plato and Aristotles all day. Not to mention Socrates. I hate that bitch, death sentence has never been more deserved.
OSCAR WILDE!!!
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De Profudis is on my shelf waiting for me to attack it.
JANE AUSTEN!!!! I can't get down with Emily Bronte, but we love a good Jane Austen book.
I also hate Neruda, I got gifted one of his books and I was so offended. But I do love a good Baudelaire, love the dramatism, I think Reg would binge Baudelaire and Mandel'štam, poetry wise.
I love Dante but I'm a bit biased since I'm italian and I'm super attached to all the dolcestilnovo, Boccaccio, Virgilio, Ovidio...You name it, I probably have it on my shelf annotated.
Reg and James reading Twilight is so funny to me😭
My personal headcanon (for my fic, so total different shit) is that James would have loved The Sorrows of Young Werther. Like that book shaped my personality so in my head James and Regulus would have loved it.
(Remus would read it and say "yeah, no", but he would love Boccaccio, he'd find the tales amusing)
I'm a slut for literature hcs so I'm sorry if this sounds obnoxious sgsjsbs
james would like to sit and shit talk those bastards and also he would like to add, the presocratics elicit a deep hatred within himself as well, that's just the way it is
aurelio you can't mention de profundis in my vicinity because i get emotional, my copy is not only annotated to hell and back but it's also likely to be stained with my tears because i am weak like that (and wilde deserved better) (douglas, i can't hate you either, you deserved better as well) (also, my dude, please come back when you've read it so we can weep together)
also i agree with you, reg would enjoy his baudelaire (a bit cliché but my favourite poem of his is a phantom, closely followed by weeping and wandering), but i also, if a bit unrelated, i feel like reg is the kind of man to have carried a copy of the bestiary by apollinaire in his bag during his last year of uni (no reason to that at all really, just the vibes our reggie gives off)
i do enjoy a bit of dante, especially de monarchia because i'm a political science student (is it dolcestilnovo or dolce stil novo? because i have written it separately my whole life and maybe i'm an idiot), and virgilio as well
you might be pleased to know i plan on getting tattooed a quote from la eneida (is it eneid in english? not quite sure, much less the italian name so forgive me haha), flectere si nequeo superos, acheronta movebo
i'm afraid i haven't read the sorrows of young werther, but it's going on my tbr because i trust you, if you're a baudelaire man then you have taste
a book that i think shaped quite a bit of my character is, and don't judge me for it, paradise lost by milton (was i an emo teen because i read milton or did i read milton because i was an emo teen?)
never apologise for the literature rants, i am probably nowhere near as educated as you but i did spend quite a bit of my teens with my nose buried in a book so i think i can keep up, but even if i can't, i enjoy immensely when others share their knowledge with me (especially when they do it like you, when they don't make others feel stupid, you're a joy to be around aurelio)
(also forgive me if this is rushed, it's just that typing between costumers is a pain)
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