YAAAY THEY'RE DONE!!! :D :D :D :P
so for the elf character I did Nico!
I kinda gave him a concept story of him as an elf so..
he was a normal demigod just like in the series but in the prophecy of the 7 they also called for 1 sein (the 5 vampiric kastmere warriors that has a strange power and uses it to fight against the evil divine Akatosh *yes this is linked to my skyrim aot au*) and is said to be the 6th one. while doing the death trance in the jar he pretty much goes through some sort of metamorphosis and turn into his elf form and has the ability to control the realms. so after the whole prophecy with the 7 he goes with the seins into the other realms and dose a bunch of other thing eventually killing Albivion the great realm demon or the wendigo in the background of the bottom piece and gains full control over the realms.
oh and if you plan on useing any of these for your: vids, edits, etc pls give credit and ask first (and if you can send what ever you were doing with it to me because I would like to see my art out in the wild :)
ps if you thought albivion was that big haha you 100% wrong he it one MILLION times bigger than that
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I have a "dream" but I actually think I went to another dimension or something lol
First, I dream a lot, I remember mostly of my dreams and I know them, I know how they feel when I wake up like "nnngg wtf zzzz". This one didn't matched to anything I dreamed before. I don't do astral travel, I don't have lucid dreams. Maybe are they, maybe are not. Yet the thing was extremely interesting and detailed to just let it be.
Was like a switch, I was sleeping, typical emptiness ko sleep... and then... Peace, the most joyful, overwhelming, heart fiilling peace I ever felt in my entire life. There wasn't a hint of fear, nothing bad, not even confusion, neither a memory, it was as my brain was empty of all kind of experiences.
I was just a bunch of beautiful sparks floating around, I had no body, no parts, no nothing. The sparks were my body, my soul, my mind, my all. I floated softly around, there was no rush, just peace.
I felt like I knew the place, but not a familiarity of "I was there before", way beyond that, was a "I born here, I belong here, me, them, you, all of us". There also was a beautiful feeling of familiarity with others, even when I was not seeing others, I was sure there was others, because is where we all belong.
I floated in what I can say was inside a kaleidoscope, a massive one, a soft one. There wasn't sharp points, no strong lights, there was softness, soft patches of reality, of flowers and clouds, where I could swear I could feel them with my fingers, even when I didn't have fingers of body.
I floated for what my body on earth felt like minutes. Because I was aware of where was my earthly body, I knew I was in bed, I felt the smile on my face. Yet "me" wasn't with my body, was there, floating in the kaleidoscope of realities, in joy and peace. Minutes for me in earth, decades for my self on that plane. Because is what it felt, like if time was a second and a year at the same time, like if time was not longer time, not even a construct, time wasn't longer there. No time, no space, just a "there". Floating as a tiny spark in the kaleidoscope, for decades. A beautiful spark with many tiny sparks around, colorful and colorless, cause they were too many colors at once, it was white and all the colors at the same time.
I floated and I knew that each part of that kaleidoscope was a realm, a reality, a time, a space, a world, from countless worlds. Not in a scifi alien way, more like multiple realities one. All was happening there. I didn't saw anything but I felt it, I knew it, as everyone of us knew it. There was the past and the future and the present, of each reality of the endless realities. Endless living humans, endless deaths, endless births, endless love and suffering, endless laughter, endless dreams and conflict, endless war and peace, all happening together, all there at the reach of my "hand".
I knew what to do, I knew I was free to pick any of them to see, to help, to watch. I knew I will be free to choose where to born again, as soon I end here. Because I see it, each realm exploding there, there is no mystery anymore, all happened already and is happening at the same time.
I pick one, not to exist, hence I still exist here, but my soul can go.
Is a beautiful place, a bunch of ladies reunited around a round table. They have factions that are a mild point between Arab and Oriental, dressed in their beautiful and colorful long clothes, similar to the ethnic traditional hindu style.
They were sitted around the table, cleaning fruits, talking in a language I never heard before. Fruits I never saw before.
In the table, between other things was a beautiful golden feather next a candle, somewhat I knew that it was in honor to her father of one of the young ladies. A deceased father. I felt like I got a order, to move the feather. I did it, the ladies gasped and got closer.
When I did that, I felt like someone out there thought I spent way too much time on that beautiful land. Some kind of very old, very fatherly, very wise and lovingly massive energy just push me gently away, just like as we take and move our cat away of a candle. It felt like that, as if I wasn't supposed to be there for that long, I was going to hurt myself but I didn't knew. That force knew. It, they, it knew it ALL, it was the supreme force of compassion and endless patience.
It felt like a master watching a studen, as the hug of a beloved mother, with the patience and temperance of a hundred monks. It felt like if would smile if I insulted it, or would cover me with a blanket if I had a tantrum. Permissive, gently, quiet. No voice, it spoke with energy. No face, no body, nothing. Was not even "visually" there, it just felt as if it WAS literally everywhere around. As if me and the kaleidoscope of realms was inside it.
Who knew how long my soul spent there in that timeless land, it definitely felt like years, and maybe I wasn't supposed to stay years as I'm still alive. That ancient supreme force just gently shove me away, like "go back to dream, child" and I left in a blink, I get into another random dream, which felt like a normal dream, where I behave as a dream, absurd, pointless, in my brain, confusing and even scary. A dream that is don't even worthy to mention.
And I wake up. Was definitely not a dream, and my heart miss that place, that joy, I feel homesick and sad from a place beyond places. I cry because I'm here and I don't know why I'm here. I have questions that I can't answer and a mix of joy for be able to experience it, and the pain for being pushed away. Maybe that's what a cat feels when we put them down the table. I just have so many questions, and the need to be near that warm, massive ancient kindness that I can't avoid to see as a God-like.
Who knows, maybe was just a dream… or not…
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