#FantasyJune

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If I were a tardigrade, I’d move out from home

Why live in the shrubbery when you could have a throne?

Pressure wouldn’t squash me and fire couldn’t burn

These are the things that I never will learn

#Some Kinda Nonsense #Fantasy June #FantasyJune #Tardigrade #Fantasy #Traditional Art #Cosmo Sheldrake #? #What is better than a tardigrade? #A very big and very long tardigrade monster!

[wizardandgalaxy]

Fantasy June Day 16: Explosion

“Are these… instructions for fireworks?”

“Oh yeah, those!  I can’t believe they didn’t get tossed out in the move.”

“When did you need to make fireworks?  And how the heck did Edith let you?”

“It was a Guild thing.  There was a celebration for… an ambassador, I think?  Something like that.  We had to help with the festivities.”

“And Edith was just okay with that?  Like, ‘Oh, it’s an assignment involving a bunch of explosions, but the Guild told us to, so I guess it’s fine’.”

“Eh, I think it was more like, ‘I will do whatever you want, just please stop begging me about it’.  I was a very stubborn child.”

“You say that like something’s changed.”

“Shut up.”

“Did your fireworks end up in the celebration?”

“Maybe?  We submitted our blueprints, but so did every other Researchers team.  It ended up being a whole bunch of lights and explosions, no real coherency.  The only thing I really remember about it was hating how loud it was.”

“Dang.”

“Yeah.  And in the test firings, I got it to do this crazy rainbowy thing, with a fade to different colors and smoke and all that.  Would’ve been so cool to actually see…”

“Embracing the gay aesthetic even then.”

“You know it!”

“What about afterwards?  You had the instructions; why not make more?  Throw your own party!”

“Well, here’s the thing.  Edith only let me make them the first time after copious amounts of begging.  And that was in the Guild’s official labs, with a bunch of other ‘mons around to help make sure nothing went horribly wrong.  So making them at home was… less plausible.”

“Aww.  So no more fireworks for you, then?”

“Mmmm… Not exactly.”

“Oho?”

“See, I knew Edith wouldn’t want any explosives around.  But I also knew that fireworks are a really fun thing to have.  For celebrations, like you said, or for shooting at bad guys.  And I figured, ‘well, what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her, right?’  And so… I made them anyway.  And then that backfired.  Literally.”

“Oho?”

“I was putting some together one afternoon, while Edith was out getting groceries.  She was supposed to be gone for a while, but I ended up in the zone, you know?  Complete focus, nothing could stop me.  Which meant that I had no idea that she’d gotten back until she came in to check on me.  So she sees me, fiddling with highly volatile materials, covered in various dusts, and she goes to her default response when I did something crazy or dangerous or dumb, which was to shout ‘Veronica!’ at full volume.  And in my defense, that is not how you respond to someone holding explosives.  So she shouts, and I panic, and the materials go flying, and then.  Well.  Boom.”

“Oh, sweet Arceus.”

“Yep.  I’d bet there’s still a mark on that ceiling, and soot in the floorboards.  Cleaning that up took forever.”

“You weren’t hurt, were you?”

“Nah, nah.  Just spooked.  And also very, very grounded.  I’m surprised Edith didn’t use Thunder Wave to make sure I didn’t leave my room.  The upstairs neighbors gave me an earful, too…”

“How disrespectful of them!  A baby scientist’s first explosion, and they weren’t even a little proud!”

“Hey, at least give Edith some slack.  She didn’t know she was adopting an overzealous science child when she took me in.  She was new to the field.”

“So that was the end of your fireworks escapades, huh?”

“Oh yeah.  Edith threw out all of the ones I’d made before, and the materials.  I was sure she’d gotten rid of these blueprints, too.  Guess not.”

“Well, of course!  It’s like when parents save their kids’ crappy old drawings.  Except these make things blow up!”

“Heh, yeah.  Probably.”

“...You know, Edith is running errands right now.  And you’re more responsible and careful since back then.”

“Am I, though?”

“Mmm.  At least a little bit.”

“...Let’s go to the lab.”

#Making Words Do Stuff #Fantasy June #FantasyJune #Does Pokemon count as fantasy? #I think it should #Pokemon #Sneasel #Pokemon Mystery Dungeon #PMD #Aurorus #Fletchinder #Ziri #Ronnie #Edith #Ronnie is much older here in case that wasn't clear #And also gay #I've missed writing her aaaaaaa

[spacedoutwitch]

Fantasy June Day 28: Time

Ruby’s tiger stripes are too-red flames in all their murals.

Topaz looks gnarled now, with cracks and spikes.  Not sturdy.

Pearl’s lost their softness in the paintings, their curving grace.

Jade, in contrast, is jagged no longer, and overly bright.

Emerald’s stories are a joke, all flowers and harmless whimsy.

Diamond’s renderings sap out their luster.  They look so pale.

Sapphire has curled horns now, and scales far too dark.

Amethyst’s statues don’t smile like they did.  Not at all.

Moonstone is flatter than their tapestries.  Too rough.  Too blunt.

Obsidian’s gentle mischief has been blotted out of their texts.

The Great Dragoness, their mother, beautiful in the wrong way.

And Ammolite?  The final sibling?  The one who knew them best?

Don’t be silly.  There was never such a dragon.  And what kind of name is that?

#Making Words Do Stuff #Fantays June #FantasyJune #Fantasy #Dragons #OCs #Original Characters #Power Dragons #Ammolite #Ruby #Topaz #Pearl #Jade #Emerald #Diamond #Sapphire #Amethyst #Moonstone #Obsidian #The Great Dragoness #Power Masters #Hoo boy lots of tags #Also lots of SU name overlap oh geez #Flash Fiction

[spacedoutwitch]

#Fantasy June #FantasyJune #Some Kinda Nonsense #Fantasy #Traditional Art #Dryad #Tree

[spacedoutwitch]

She like my diamonds and my pearls I said, "Thank you, I'm convicted of armed robbery~"

#Some Kinda Nonsense #Fantasy June #FantasyJune #Dungeons and Dragons #D&D #DnD #Rixith #Rixith Najaruun #Dragonborn #Dragonborn D&D

[spacedoutwitch]

Fantasy June Day 30: Final Boss

Atop a mountain peak caught in a stranglehold of ice, snow, and bitter, bitter cold, at the end of a snaking, whip-thin trail, sits the remains of an ancient fortress.  The halls are barren.  The wooden furniture is closer to dust than to trees.  The structure itself is beginning to crumble, if only just.  The only sound is the agonized shriek of the wind.

Well.  Almost the only sound.

For snoring upon the fortress’s tallest roof, irreverent to the deathgrip of the blizzard, is a beast of razored teeth and claws.  A primal thing, a seeker of death and domination, a thing which every creature residing in the hills and plains and forests below have learned to fear.

And it will not slumber for long.

#Making Words Do Stuff #FantasyJune #Fantasy June #Fantasy #Flash Fiction #D&D #DnD #Dungeons and Dragons #Dragon #White Dragon #Cryovain #Icespire Hold #Dragon of Icespire Peak #<-- I'm running this game #And my players now know where the dragon lives #And Cryovain is clearly BBEG material #So yeah

[spacedoutwitch]

#Fantasy June #FantasyJune #Some Kinda Nonsense #Lion #Cloud #Cloud Lion #I had no ideas #And also no good blue markers #So this was done with highlighters.... #Traditional Art

[spacedoutwitch]

What would I draw for this prompt, if not my gem-centric dragons?  I thought I ought to give the Great Dragoness a revisiting; this is from very early on in her story, before anything magical happens.  Just tight tunnels and spooky glowing crystals...

#Fantasy June #FantasyJune #Dragon #Crystals #Gems #Caves #Traditional Art #Some Kinda Nonsense #OCs #Original Characters #Power Dragons #The Great Dragoness

[spacedoutwitch]

#Fantasy June #FantasyJune #Book #D&D #DnD #Elias #Totally not a cult's holy scripture you guys #Traditional Art #Some Kinda Nonsense

[spacedoutwitch]

Have some aasimar!

#Some Kinda Nonsense #Fantasy June #FantasyJune #D&D #DnD #Dungeons and Dragons #Niramour Dawntrapper #Elias #Aasimar #Warlock #Warlock D&D #Cleric #Cleric D&D #Traditional Art

[spacedoutwitch]

#Guess who almost forgot to upload? #Fantasy June #FantasyJune #Some Kinda Nonsense #Sea Serpent #Sea Monster #Ocean #Boat #Giant #Those boat people are hecking DEAD my dudes

[spacedoutwitch]

Guess who keeps forgetting to keep a consistent uploading schedule?  This is sort of an exploration of the character from here, since the prompt for the assignment involved ‘elegance,’ which fit Day 3′s prompt word (I am so behind, oh jeez...), and this character is really fun to draw!

#FantasyJune #Fantasy June #Some Kinda Nonsense #Traditional Art #Still not sure about the naaaame #OCs #Original Characters

[spacedoutwitch]

(Guess who repeatedly forgot to upload this to Tumblr?)

As previously mentioned, I  I'm trying to do a prompt challenge this month to give myself a better incentive to make stuff.  It is... not going great.... thus far....  But I'm doing my best to catch up, and will hopefully continue to do so!  I'll be posting dual updates (daily?  Maybe.  We’ll see how that goes) until I reach the current day, and then it should be daily, if all goes well.  Which... it might?  Let's hope it does.

#Some Kinda Nonsense #FantasyJune #Fantasy June #Art Prompt Challenge #Greatsword

[spacedoutwitch]

Fantasy June Day 26: Cinder

What makes me a dragon, exactly?  What are the qualifications?

Dragons can fly, right?  Well, that’s a bust.  I’ve got wings, sure, but they aren’t taking me anywhere.  No surging up into the sky, no running jumps to get airborne.  The closest I’ve gotten is gliding off the roof of an apartment complex.  And then I lost my balance and crashed into a fire escape.  Am I just not doing it right?  Or maybe I’m not big enough yet.  But when will I be big enough?  I feel like I’ve been this small forever.  Are there small dragons?  Ones that can’t fly?  Surely those exist somewhere.  Or… existed, probably.

Okay then, what else?  Uh… a hoard.  Dragons hoard things.  Well, I guess I do that.  Technically.  But it’s not anything valuable.  No gold or gemstones.  At least not real ones.  Just plastic jewelry, and some bottlecaps, stuff like that.  Weird human trinkets.  They’re sparkly, but useless.  And aren’t dragons supposed to sleep on their hoards?  I can’t do that, there’s too many sharp edges.  And it’s too small.  Especially after that stupid crow took my stuff… I can’t even defend my hoard from a bird.  Pretty pathetic for a dragon…

Anyway, what’s next?  Dragons… some dragons do magic right?  Or they… are magic?  I don’t know the specifics.  But I guess it doesn’t matter, because I’ve never done magic.  Or seen magic.  Well, except for that street magician that one time, but he was just throwing cards and flowers around.  ‘Sleight of hand.’  That’s the term.  So I don’t know if magic is even real.  It might be a thing humans made up.  Although I guess dragons are also supposed to be a thing humans made up, but I’m here anyway, so… not sure what that means.

Well… I think I’ve heard something about… kidnapping princesses?  But why would anyone kidnap a princess?  I don’t even know what a princess is, exactly?  But it’s a person.  A… pretty person?  In a dress?  Why would I need a pretty person in a dress?  What, do dragons eat them?  Humans can’t possibly taste any good.  And the sewer rats and park squirrels are way easier to catch, no matter how big I might get.  Even if I usually end up eating out of a dumpster…  Regardless, it’s a stupid idea.  Definitely not worth it.

What else is there?  There’s… there’s… fire?  Yes, dragons breathe fire.  And… I can’t even do that right.  I almost did it.  Once.  There was this, this heat in my throat, and this tickle in the back of my mouth, and I thought it was fire, but… all that came out was a little puff of smoke.  Maybe.  It was cold that day, and it was evening.  It was probably just my breath.  And that only happened one time, and I don’t know why.

And… that’s it.  Or all I know about, anyway.  All these things the humans say, all the information I can find, all the things I’m supposed to be… But I’m not any of them.  There’s everything I hear about, the stories and legends and descriptions of all these beasts and their power, how amazing they were… and then there’s me.  I’m… what’s left?  Or the truth, maybe.  I’m what you get when you burn away all the fancy, impressive, interesting lies.

Or maybe I’m not anything at all.

#Making Words Do Stuff #Fantasy June #FantasyJune #Fantasy #Urban fantasy #Flash Fiction #OCs #Original Characters #Dragon #Myrrikell #Yet another unnamed universe #And this time I have nothing to use! #No plot ideas! #No other characters! #No worldbuilding! #Just this concept! #Hmm #You know I haven't watched Onward yet but #For now? #Onward Bootleg But Angsty

[spacedoutwitch]

Fantasy June Day 24: Sunlight

Since the rise of an Emperor in the Sunbeam Ruins, the Sanctuary of the Lantern’s Light has embraced the spirit of its name.

It had always been a sanctuary, even before Glade and Dusk named it as such.  They sought refuge in these plains and cliffs, as had the dragons who came after them.  The lost, the abandoned, the abused, the wandering; everyone needed a place, even if for a short time, and the pair decided to make one for them.  And now?  Now members of the Fire Flight flee from a territory plunged into civil war.  Now dragons of Plague and Nature magic alike search for a way to remain at peace.  Now the children of the Lightweaver watch as their homes collapse under the weight of what is no longer a dragon.  So many corners of Sornieth teeter towards chaos, and so many dragons need safety, needed warmth, needed light.  And by the gods, by all the money and food in the hoard, by every possible rearrangement of space, Glade and Dusk swore to accommodate them all.  A Sanctuary they call themselves, and so a Sanctuary they will be.

The lanterns, too, have become more significant.  Their light was a metaphor of sorts before: a hope, a dream, a celebration of their goddess and the knowledge she granted them.  But now the cliff-tops and ruins are no longer safe, and so the Sanctuary tunnels beneath them, into caverns first carved by forgotten claws.  The earthy network once reserved only for sleeping, storage, and sparse bad weather became their entire world.  And their lanterns, their literal lanterns, which used to line walkways and decorate festivals, now struggle to illuminate the assorted tunnels and rooms with their rationed fuel.

It was not all hopeless.  The Imperials of the Sanctuary must squeeze their way into many of the tunnels, so the Emperor could not reach them.  The mages and inventors crafted new technology to send messages without risk, and to keep time in place of sundials.  When the sky is empty, scouts can run out to gather food and supplies, and the stores have yet to run low.  At mealtimes, everyone crams themselves into the meal hall, and their stories and laughter echo off the stone ceilings.  It is a living, and a bearable one.

But oh, how they wish for the day when they can return to their goddess’s embrace.  When they can step safely once more into Her sunlight.

#Making Words Do Stuff #Fantasy June #FantasyJune #Fantasy #Flight Rising #Bounty Of The Elements #Glade #Dusk #The Sanctuary of the Lantern's Light #Flash Fiction #FR #Emperor #FR Emperor #Light Flight #FR Light Flight

[spacedoutwitch]

Fantasy June Day 22: Spark

“What are you doing?”

Lyanna started, her whispered magic spluttering out on her tongue.  The motes of light darting around her fingers dissipated into the early morning air.  She turned to see the demon looming over her, peering with his one remaining eye.  Although the bandages he threw a hissy fit over undermined the effect a little… “You really need to learn how to not sneak up on people.  And right now, you shouldn’t be up at all.  You’ll make your injuries worse.”

He bared his teeth.  “I will do as I please.”

“Yet you question me when I do as I please?”  She wiggled her fingers for emphasis.

“That’s different.  Stealth serves a purpose.  Undirected magic does not.”

“And how do you know that?  You don’t know how humans use magic.”

“Because that’s not what magic is for!”  He leaned down towards her; his claws and pointed teeth gleamed in the light of the rising sun, and Lyanna forced herself not to pull back.  “Magic is power!  It’s strength!  It’s for conquering your enemies and proving how much better you are than them!  It’s a force to be reckoned with!  And if I weren’t stuck in this human body, playing by your pathetic human rules, then I would make you regret wasting it on flickering lights!”

The ideology lined up with more mages’ speeches than she’d like to admit.  But that was the fun part: she didn’t have to admit anything.  “Is that really all you think magic can be used for?”

“Why would it need to do anything else?”

“It healed you, didn’t it?”

He reached up with a bandaged hand to poke at the bandaged half of his face.  She glared; he glared back, but stopped.  “That’s just another form of power.  Healing or killing, you’re exerting control.  And, I might add, you did a pretty poor job of it.”

“I did a perfectly fine job.”  She crossed her arms.  “It’s not my fault you nearly got yourself killed.”

He stiffened, then snarled.  “You are avoiding the point!  Sending your magic into the world with no intention to guide it or materials to bind it is pointless and pathetic, and you humans should be ashamed for doing it!”

“It’s fun.”

“Fun?”

“Yes, it’s fun.  And it helps me relax.  Although I suppose you might not be familiar with either of those ideas.”  She kept her eyes on him, waiting to see how the insult would land.

It didn’t.  “It is a waste of time, energy, and potential.  You all waste everything, anyway, but I thought you’d at least have the sense to be efficient with magic.”

“How do you know that it isn’t efficient?”

“I just told you!”

“Well, have you done it?”

He blinked.  “What?”

“Have you used magic like that before?”

“Of course not!  It’s not using it at all!”

“Well, that means I have evidence.”  She smirked.  “And you don’t.”

The demon growled.  “I don’t need to play your mind games, human.”

“I guess that means we’ll have to agree to disagree.”

He appeared first to puzzle over the concept, and then to find it distasteful.  Of course.  He turned away and began stalking away.

She stood.  “Where are you going?”

“Hunting.”

“There’s plenty of food in the cabin!”

“I want.  To hunt something.”

“You need to rest!”

The demon let out a cross between a screech and a snarl over his shoulder before taking off into the woods as fast as his limping legs could carry him.  Lyanna sighed and rubbed her hands over her face.  Healing a horrific human-demon-magic mishap instead of letting it die?  Letting it into her home?  Having conversations with it?  She’d never wanted to believe her old mage training classmates, but maybe she was out of her mind.

(Or maybe, she would think that night, watching him send cautious blue-white sparks from his fingertips while he thought she was asleep, she was not.)

#Fantasy June #FantasyJune #Making Words Do Stuff #Fantasy #Demons #Magic #OCs #Original Characters #The Demon #Lyanna #I have not named this story either AAA #And apparently my tags got messed up on an old AoA I did for it #So there's a ship tag for something I have no involvement in #Ghhh #The old name is dumb and edgy but I have no other options #Demonspawn #Flash Fiction