Anonymous
7/19/2025, 10:27:00 PM No.96133349
I cannot diverge the "focus" of my brain's worldbuilding from elves most of the time.
Always keep thinking about unique elven cultures, subraces and properties that could arise in various conditions, ranging from simple typical elven rangers in green tunics (which is, for some reason, my favourite type of elf, the smirking dungeon-going elven douchebag) to elfs whose societies and ways of life, motivations or even existence are too mind-bending for mortals to comprehend, my best ideas have come from just before falling asleep or when smoking w33d (there were certain times where I would just open notepad and write down random elven names and family history for particular elven lineage that would span from prehistoric times at creation to present and how the names have evolved/devolved with esoteric meaning within that setting; actually at that one time it was for a warcraft roleplay character) Obviously nobody would give a fuck even if I came up with the best possible concepts if I don't actually create anything.
In my mind's mental RPG world and lore, I have elfs living in an ancient elven "antmound", I've got elfs in UFO-flying-carpet-tents-pavilions, I have elfs in totemic-tree-casino-skyscraper-groves, I have ancient elfs who are like yautja and are the entire reason dwarfs and humans became friends in ancient times, elfs who devolved dwarfs into a race of beavers, basic elfs, dark elfs, dark wood elfs, chinese elfs, japanese elfs, islander elfs, banished arctic iron elfs, elfs that meditate themselves into existance, elfs that hatch, elfs that invade from inside paintings. I rlly can't stop with this shit, I wonder if I have ADHD or I have an elf in my brain or what.
Does anyone else suffer from something like this?
The strange thing is, they're not even my favourite fantasy race.
Always keep thinking about unique elven cultures, subraces and properties that could arise in various conditions, ranging from simple typical elven rangers in green tunics (which is, for some reason, my favourite type of elf, the smirking dungeon-going elven douchebag) to elfs whose societies and ways of life, motivations or even existence are too mind-bending for mortals to comprehend, my best ideas have come from just before falling asleep or when smoking w33d (there were certain times where I would just open notepad and write down random elven names and family history for particular elven lineage that would span from prehistoric times at creation to present and how the names have evolved/devolved with esoteric meaning within that setting; actually at that one time it was for a warcraft roleplay character) Obviously nobody would give a fuck even if I came up with the best possible concepts if I don't actually create anything.
In my mind's mental RPG world and lore, I have elfs living in an ancient elven "antmound", I've got elfs in UFO-flying-carpet-tents-pavilions, I have elfs in totemic-tree-casino-skyscraper-groves, I have ancient elfs who are like yautja and are the entire reason dwarfs and humans became friends in ancient times, elfs who devolved dwarfs into a race of beavers, basic elfs, dark elfs, dark wood elfs, chinese elfs, japanese elfs, islander elfs, banished arctic iron elfs, elfs that meditate themselves into existance, elfs that hatch, elfs that invade from inside paintings. I rlly can't stop with this shit, I wonder if I have ADHD or I have an elf in my brain or what.
Does anyone else suffer from something like this?
The strange thing is, they're not even my favourite fantasy race.
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