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🖋️ Scribbler – Homebrew D&D Creature | Tiny Fiend of Chaotic Ink

A tiny harbinger of chaos, the Scribbler exists solely to annoy, disrupt, and leave a trail of arcane mayhem. Every hurried stroke and splattered blot carries raw magical knowledge, ready to explode in unpredictable bursts. Order, logic, or scripts – none stand a chance against its chaotic artistry.

I am developing a voluntary, unpaid medieval steampunk/fantasy storytelling project called Lord of War & Heartache / Tales of the Caravan, and I am looking for adult creative participants aged 18+.

The project includes a travelling performance troupe called The Caravan, where Belly Dance is central to its artistic identity, alongside music, theatre, storytelling, character work, and other forms of performance.

I am especially interested in hearing from belly dancers, but dancers of all styles, voice actors, performers, storytellers, and creative collaborators are also very welcome.

Participation is fully remote. You can take part through video performance, voice acting, character work, scripted scenes, or improvisation. No travel or in-person meetings are required.

This is not an explicit project, but the world contains mature fantasy themes, intrigue, danger, and darker story elements, so it is intended for adults only.

The aim is to treat Belly Dance and other performance traditions with respect, not as a joke, gimmick, or decoration. Contributors would be treated as creative collaborators, not props.

Roles may include dancers, travelling performers, nobles, merchants, rogues, spies, scholars, healers, mages, guards, servants, musicians, side-show performers, and many other fantasy character types.

Anyone curious or interested is welcome to ask questions in the comments or message me privately. I can provide links, role details, scripts, character information, and examples of how participation would work.

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The Roadmap of the Project itself:

The Fort Titan arc is nearing its end, with Maximus learning of a vault allegedly connected to the lost Crown of the Tyrant King.

After that, the Caravan leaves Fort Titan, travels onward, and arrives in Garalos, where the dancers are warmly received at the city’s Cultural Centre.

From there, Maximus begins preparing a heist at Duchess Isabeau’s palace. When the Duchess announces a Grand Ball and seeks entertainment, the Caravan’s belly dancers become the perfect distraction.

The ball and heist unfold over several chapters, but the group returns empty-handed. Maximus concludes that Isabeau never had the Crown after all.

Rather than stopping him, the failure restores his determination.

The search continues, and Maximus will find the Crown, no matter how far he has to travel.

You might be wondering why I’m giving away the ending. I’m not. This isn’t the ending. It’s just the beginning.

It’s the way you tell the story that matters.

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This is the Google form that interested participants can fill out to help me know how you would like to be involved. You can also email me at

[email protected]

There is also a dedicated Wiki for the project:

And finally the YouTube channel itself:

The Mormods are one of those creatures that instantly shift the tone of Globiuz from adventurous to unsettling. This article digs into their origins, their strange biology, and the unnerving presence they bring to the regions they inhabit. They’re not just beasts — they’re a reminder that Globiuz is full of ancient, half‑forgotten things that don’t fit neatly into anyone’s understanding of the world.

If you love fantasy fauna that leans toward the bizarre, the grotesque, or the mythic, this entry is a fascinating dive into one of Globiuz’s more disturbing species.

Hi everyone,

Hope you’ve all been well. Haven’t posted in a while except for a few likes and reblogs here and there. The last year, as it was for many, was a stressful one, and so I needed to take a break. However, during that time, I’ve also been working on a little surprise.

 As you know, I write very long essays, that people don’t have the time to read as much as they did previously. 

And so, I’ve decided to condense my old essays, and new ones and put them out in a video format. To that end, I’ve started a new YouTube channel, “AshAndInkLore.” 

The first episode of Ash & Ink Lore’s “Martian Queen: Dany’s Alien Legacy” is now live. This episodic series is the video version of my Daenerys: Invader from Mars essay. And even if you’ve read the essay series, you’ll want to watch the video episodes because I’ve discovered a lot of interesting additional details to support my thesis since I first wrote the series.

If you have a moment, please check out the first episode of the new series. I’m not providing the link because I want the YouTube algorithm to organically feed out the channel, so it finds its true audience.

But if you search Ash & Ink Lore or “Dragons, Martians & the Truth Behind House Targaryen” on YouTube, the video will come up.

If you do check it out, I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments — and liking and subscribing helps YouTube know you want more of these lore deep dives.

Coming up will be the Secret Song of Florian and Jonquil, the Bran and Sansa comparative analysis and all the other essays I’ve written in the past plus some new ones that I have planned. 

And I’ll not just be covering ASOIAF. I’ll be discussing Interview with the Vampire, (have the first draft for that in the works), From (hopefully) and any other genre show, movie or book that strikes my fancy. I’ll especially be covering the type of stories that have deep background lore built into them. 

Looking forward to seeing you over there.

H2O Deserved to Grow Up With Us

It’s been a while since I did an episode breakdown, so let’s talk about something that shaped an entire generation.

Let’s talk about H2O: Just Add Water.

A series that was probably underestimated at the time — and yet somehow had an enormous cultural impact.

It was clearly written for a younger audience. I’d say 12 to 15-year-olds. It wasn’t trying to be dark. It wasn’t trying to be edgy. It wasn’t trying to reinvent fantasy television.

And yet.

In Italy — and I know this because I’m Italian — we are now thirty-year-olds who are still not over H2O. We still talk about it. We still rewatch it. We still think it deserved more seasons. More development. More depth.

Which is why I genuinely believe that, if revived properly, H2O could become something incredible.

Not darker for the sake of being dark — we don’t need it to turn into Siren — but deeper. More mythological. More emotionally layered. More intentional.

And that brings me to the series finale.

The Meteor Comet Arc: The Promise

When Season 3 ended with the meteor storyline, I remember being genuinely excited.

For the first time, it felt like the show was expanding its mythology in a meaningful way.

A comet returns to Earth’s orbit every 150 years. It threatens to collide with Earth. 150 years earlier, an Irish mermaid had stopped it — alone — and then disappeared.

That detail alone is powerful.

What happened to her? Did she die? Did she sacrifice her humanity? Did she choose the ocean?

Already, the mythology felt bigger.

And then there were the blue crystals. The new necklaces. The hints that Mako might be connected to the comet itself — that maybe Mako wasn’t entirely terrestrial in origin.

What if Mako was created by that celestial event? What if the girls’ powers weren’t just magical, but cosmic?

The show introduced these ideas…

And then resolved everything in what felt like five minutes.

“A Date with Destiny” Was Almost Better Than the Finale

Ironically, the episode before the finale — “A Date with Destiny” — is almost more compelling than the finale itself.

The rising temperature of the moon pool. The compass no longer spinning wildly, but pointing south. The fish disappearing from around Mako.

The girls investigating. Piecing together clues. Realizing the scale of what’s coming.

At the same time, Sophie is trying to exploit Mako for profit, creating a grounded, human conflict parallel to the cosmic one.

That episode builds tension beautifully.

It feels mature. Elevated. Almost like H2O is stepping into something bigger.

And then we reach “Graduation.”

And everything gets resolved… very quickly.

They create the massive water vortex. They lose consciousness underwater. For a moment, it feels like they might die.

They sink.

They disappear.

And then… they come back.

The next day: graduation ceremony. Smiles. Life goes on.

And that’s it.

The Ending I Thought We Were Getting

Now, I never expected them to die. It was still a teen show.

But I genuinely thought there would be consequences.

Permanent ones.

What if stopping the comet had amplified their powers beyond control? What if they could no longer fully return to being “just human”? What if saving Earth meant binding themselves permanently to the ocean?

That would’ve explained the Irish mermaid’s disappearance 150 years earlier.

Maybe she didn’t die.

Maybe she chose the sea.

Maybe once you cross that threshold — once you protect the planet — you no longer belong to land.

That would’ve created a before and after.

Instead, the story resets.

And that’s where it feels like a missed opportunity.

The Mako Mermaids Question

Then came Mako Mermaids.

I watched it. I wanted answers.

In H2O, we have human girls who become mermaids but remain rooted in their human lives.

In Mako Mermaids, we see “pure” mermaids with a full underwater society, rules, clans, politics.

But how do these two systems connect?

Are the Mako mermaids originally human? Did some transformed girls choose to stay in the ocean permanently and build a society? Are they entirely separate species?

The show never clearly bridges this gap.

And because of that, the two series feel adjacent instead of unified.

It could have been one massive, cohesive mythology.

Instead, it feels slightly fragmented.

And that fragmentation is probably why I never fully connected with Mako Mermaids the way I did with H2O.

Why H2O Deserves a Reboot

I truly believe H2O deserves a mature reboot.

Not dark. Not gritty. Not violent.

Just… layered.

We’ve seen this work before. Look at what was done with Roswell and then Roswell, New Mexico. The newer version didn’t betray the original — it deepened it.

Or think about Marvel's Runaways or School Spirits — teen protagonists, but emotionally and thematically accessible to adults.

H2O could do that.

Keep it in Australia. Keep Mako. Keep the ocean.

But expand the mythology. Explore the cost of transformation. Explore identity. Explore the divide between choosing humanity and choosing the sea.

There is so much lore sitting there, untouched.

It’s been sixteen years since H2O ended.

And I still have questions.

If you have answers, please give them to me.

Final Question

So I’m asking you:

Would you want a more mature H2O reboot?

Would you want deeper Mako mythology? Clearer answers about the mermaid society? Real consequences for cosmic-level events?

Or do you think it’s perfect as it is?

Let’s talk.

And if you grew up with H2O and still think about Mako Island at least once a year… you’re not alone. 🌊✨

If You Loved H2O… You Might Want to Meet Naples’ Mermaids

Before I end this breakdown, I need to say something.

If you loved H2O — and especially if you ever wished it had gone a little deeper, a little more mature without losing its heart — there’s a series you might not know about.

It’s called Sirene, and it aired in Italy in 2017.

And I say this as someone who is very critical of Italian TV: it was surprisingly beautiful.

The premise? There are only two places on Earth where mermaids can live among humans: New York… and Naples.

Yes. Naples.

According to legend, the city was founded by the siren Parthenope — and in the show, that mythology actually matters.

The story follows a family of mermaids — not just three girls, but a mother and her daughters — who come to Naples searching for the last surviving merman in the Mediterranean.

What I loved about it is this: it explores the tension between sea and land in a way H2O only hinted at.

What does it mean to choose humanity? What does it cost to leave the ocean? Can you belong to both?

It’s romantic, funny, emotional, and unexpectedly layered.

If H2O was about girls discovering magic, Sirene is about what happens when magic has to coexist with real life.

So now I’m curious:

Have any of you seen it? And would you watch a subtitled mermaid series set in Italy if it expanded the mythology H2O left behind?

Because honestly? If we’re talking reboots and expanded universes…

Maybe the answer isn’t to remake H2O.

In one of the journals of the exiled explorer journals that reached my hands by a strange and inexplicable means I began to examine its pages, hoping to uncover the reason behind his banishment by order of the Sultan, and the secret of his disappearance despite the heavy guard imposed upon him in the Green Desert to which he was exiled.

While turning the pages of these journals, I came upon one entry that immediately captured my attention.

I will not share every detail, lest I draw unwanted eyes or leak forbidden knowledge that could bring harm upon me and my family. However, I will ensure the publication of what the journal itself demanded be revealed—through my loyal friend BL while I remain the anonymous narrator.

Now, to the matter at hand…

In the Desert "Beyond the Unknown" within the “Yuarabian Continent” there lives a tribe whose true name I could not discover.

I chose to call them the Pearl Tribe.

They wear white garments that reflect the sun’s rays with a blinding intensity, painful to the eyes.

At the same time, they possess a unique camouflage cloak, drawn in a distinctive manner over the white cloth, rendering the wearer completely invisible amid the yellow sands.

I reached this tribe after a violent sandstorm seized me near the Mountains of “Zelteah” and carried me deep into that desert.

When I awoke, I attempted to move quickly toward a place of safety before the midday sun rose, but the dunes surrounded me in every direction.

Only a few minutes passed before seven figures from the Pearl Tribe stood before me.

I tried to speak to them for mere seconds, but their leader grasped a handful of sand, mixed it with something in his palm, and blew the mixture into my face.

I awoke inside a damp cavern, the stench of blood thick in the air, accompanied by the howling of wind that sounded like terrifying war horns.

Red lights flooded the cavern, emitted by massive crimson rubies embedded in the stone.

At the center of the cavern a view that instilled dread in the heart of any who beheld it lay an enormous pool of blood, its depth clearly vast and unfathomable.

Suspended above it from the ceiling was a sword, dripping blood steadily into the pool below.

On the far left stood a dreadful statue of a mighty soldier, its gaze locked directly onto mine.

For a single moment, I met its eyes.

I heard its voice call me by my full name, then recite my lineage: from House so-and-so, in Alley so-and-so, in Village so-and-so, in Kingdom so-and-so, in Empire so-and-so, upon Continent so-and-so.

Then it spoke:

“I offer you a great dominion one that only a single soul before you has ever attained. If you are the chosen one, then this sword is yours, and destiny itself has led you to it. If you are not the chosen, then the very same destiny will lead you to the depths of that pool, just as it did those before you. So tell me do you see yourself as the chosen, for whom this dominion was written?”

The sword possessed a strange enchantment; merely gazing upon it made one feel as though they truly were the promised emperor.

Yet I paused, turning inward for a moment, as a troubling question crossed my mind: If I were the chosen and refused the offer… would the temple collapse, for example?

Doubt took hold of me doubt toward the tribe and the cavern alike so I decided to test them.

I spoke aloud: “This dominion is not mine, and I will not trade my life for that sword!!”

Silence fell for a few heartbeats.

Then the war-horn winds returned, louder and more horrifying than before, as the pool of blood began to tremble violently.

I looked behind me and saw the members of the tribe covering their ears, struggling against the overwhelming sound that nearly killed us all.

Then, suddenly

Silence.

I found myself standing in a vast, empty hall.

An old man appeared behind me, staring directly into my eyes, and said:

“You are not him … but you are one of us now. Your pen will write for him. Your eyes will see for him. Your mind will learn so that his insight may be illuminated. Destiny has chosen you to serve him throughout your life. So tell me .. can you bear this responsibility?”

A powerful force surged within my chest, compelling me to say:

“I am worthy of destiny’s choice.”

The old man smiled, placed his hand upon my right shoulder, and said: “You will find me along your journey.”

Darkness then consumed the hall.

Slowly, the red lights returned, and I found the leader of the Pearl Tribe standing before me, his right hand upon my right shoulder.

Behind him, the remaining six stood in a line, gazing at the ground, each placing his right hand upon the shoulder of the one before him.

Their leader looked into my eyes and said in a strange accent: “You are our sage … you are destiny’s choice.”

My entire body was frozen by the strangeness of the moment until it happened.

I heard the sound of a whale above the cavern’s ceiling. The sound was unmistakable: a whale swimming directly overhead, as though the cavern lay beneath the ocean floor.

Suddenly, an unbearable headache struck me.

I screamed, clutching my head with all my strength, feeling as though death itself had arrived.

And then

I awoke on my bed in the abandoned village near the Mountains of “Zelteah”

my memories gradually returning.

I remembered deciding to sleep before the sun disappeared behind the mountain, and how the sandstorm struck me the moment I stepped out to gather firewood from a place not far from the village.

But how had I returned?

Was it all merely a nightmare? Yet it felt far more real than any dream I had ever known.

Could it be … that it truly happened?

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