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ozanthium · 1 year

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I may have recently gotten back into playing Flight Rising...

The dragon

#FR #Flight Rising #frfanart #Spiral #dragon #fanasy #digital art #art #drawing #spiral dragon

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petti-fog · 2 years

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Here’s another recent commission I did of a tiefling knight. Let me know what you guys think of him :) Commissions are still open, for anyone interested :)

#tiefling #knight #dnd #Dungeons and Dragons #5e #pathfinder #Character Design #fanasy #pettifog #commission

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crossroadart-seabear · 1 year

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Nice chill one today.

Wasn’t the most productive day, I was freezing & therefore useless, so I might as well share some art😂

& My Patreon , If u can it’d make my week, time 2 sketch like this is 💯 thanks to my patrons

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#fantasy #illustration #artist on tumblr #crossroad art #bear pettigrew #griffin #art #dnd #rpg #sketch #creature design #fantasy creature #fantasy art #fanasy

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dramioneasks · 2 years

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Making an Observation by Abraxas (Abraxas52), Hinkypunk_457 - M, 37 chapters - It has been almost 12 years since the Battle of Hogwarts. Since then, Hermione has continued her studies& a few apprenticeships. She's returned to Wizarding London and ready to save it, as usual. Except she's managed to drive Harry to his breaking point. The consequences? She'll need a partner to oversee her newest pet project. This is Part I of The Philomath & The Vindicated

Developing a Theory by Abraxas (Abraxas52), Hinkypunk_457 - not rated, 60 chapters, Words: 185,885 - At last, Hermione and Draco have looked up from their work long enough to find comfort in each other, however while they enjoy a small vacation Taffy and Haze have been abducted by Haze’s brother Ambros. Will Taffy survive long enough for Draco and Hermione to get through the red tape of the Ministry of Magic? Or will they have to take matters into their own hands before it’s too late? Join me as I branch out into magic like you’ve never seen. A long forgotten werewolf pack, a noble society of sirens from the Aegean Sea, a secret village of fairies, Gods of an ancient time and friends from a great Academy of Magic. Hermione and Draco have their work cut out for them. All the while they discover a development of true partnership; their damaged childhood put in the past as they explore their feelings for one another.

Proving a Hypothesis by Abraxas52 - E, WIP - Hermione and Draco only just managed to save the lives of Taffy and Haze from the murderous clutches of the Emerdal Pack. While together once more there is much to be weary of, and what lies ahead however is a different kind of battle. The darkness that is nestled within the pockets of the wizarding world is anxious to rally around the immortal family.**This series is on temporary Hiatus, date to resume is unknown. To be notified of an update, please subscribe to this work or the series. Thank you for checking in for this sneak peak to the final installment of The Philomath & The Vindicated. *Tags and characters may be updated/changed as story develops.

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blue-kyber · 1 year

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Yune explaining the concept of a scapegoat to Will.

“A scapegoat.” A bitter taste formed in Yune’s mouth.

“What do goats have to do with this?” Will wondered.

He rested his arm on the kid’s head. Will might have a broad vocabulary, but there were still a ton of words he didn't understand. After all, he'd been brainwashed, and he was still ten even if he vehemently denied it. “It means picking someone or something to punish in place of the actual reason, even if the one they choose has nothing to do with it, did nothing to deserve it, and did nothing wrong.”

“That's garbage. Why?”

“A physical thing is easier to attack than a concept, idea, or force. People need something tangible to focus their aggression on. It gives them the illusion of power that they can do something about it, when they’re actually powerless. Or they’re afraid of something they don’t understand and don't have control over and they feel threatened by it. They believe getting rid of the scapegoat will get rid of the problem. They’ll also use it to shift blame to someone else so they won’t have to suffer the consequences of their actions. They'll lie to make other people believe them. Blaming someone else makes the blamer feel justified in beating them up. Politicians are masters at this.”

Will scrunched his nose up in disgust. What a horrible, evil, unfair thing to do to someone.

“Yeah, I hear ya.” Yune agreed with the kids' sentiment.

Will didn’t shove his arm away. Having that pressure and touch helped support him in absorbing all this information without feeling like he was processing it alone.

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#writing #writeblr #small lessons #defining the concept of a scapegoat to a 10 year old.#original work #sci-fi #fanasy #found family #powers

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dearestaeneas · 2 years

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Calliope

No one knows when the book opened. All that is known, all that will ever be known, is that it did.

We traversed its pages, explored its pop-ups, fought against its paper-thin monsters, kissed its two-dimensional Princesses. We acted. We were real, we were fake, we were neither, we were both.

I remember when she broke off. She wasn’t supposed to. I suppose I wasn’t supposed to follow her, either. Not that I did physically, mind you. But I know my mind was not meant to wander. I was not supposed to hope.

This is what I heard:

The Huntress did not have a name. The party she traveled with did not mind, for they were similarly lacking. In her heart, the Huntress named herself Calliope, and held to the 8 letters as if they were the ink in her veins that kept her alive.

Calliope dutifully fulfilled her role, even smiled at night as the party’s Bard sang around the painted fire, but always, when the fire became nothing more than embers, she’d stare into the night sky and wish and wish and wish.

The Healer was the first to raise suspicions about Calliope, although he of course did not call her that. These suspicions were echoed by the Bard, and the Mage. The Huntress, they whispered, was up to something. Perhaps her plan was to go rogue, to cut their throats and return to the King and sob after the loss of her friends. Grief can pay handsomely.

Imagine their surprise when the sun rose and the Huntress was gone. In her wake lay a note, stuck fast to a thick oak’s trunk with her smallest knife. ‘I’m sorry,’ was all it said.

Calliope, for she now truly was, disappeared into the woods. Her unbound hair streamed behind her as she ran, the knives strapped to her hips clunking awkwardly and joyfully against wind. She ran until her lungs burned most excellently, and collapsed on her back, staring into the canopy of leaves above her head. She allowed herself a breathless giggle at the thought of her compatriots realizing she’d stolen nothing from them, despite having every right to do so. They would have, had they been her.

But they were not.

Calliope sang as she wandered the woods, her voice stronger than ever. She hummed and whistled and belted as she made her way to the City. She’d find work. She’d find a Princess. Such thoughts bubbled up in her brain with alarming speed, urging her feet ever forward. It didn’t matter what she’d find, it was going to be found regardless.

She worked in book shops and bakeries, for Warlocks and Seamstresses, rescued Princesses and Princes, fought Ogres and Hydras. With time, she’d forgotten she’d ever been nameless at all.

Calliope. Calliope was a hero.

When she’d heard the Barman mention the ship, her ears perked up. Now that was an adventure she’d never had before. Calliope, for all her living, had never seen the Ocean. She’d forgotten all pretense of eavesdropping and devoured the Man’s words. Pirates, he’d said, were docked and looking for Crewmates. Brave Souls, they claimed to need.

Calliope could already hear the water rushing in her ears as he continued to speak. She found them the next morning, her hand outstretched and prepared for anything.

They were taken with her immediately. They sang with her, taught her to hunt for the Whales and Narwhals, some welcomed her into their beds.

Around the world they sailed, singing and fighting and hunting and stealing. Calliope’s body burned most excellently every night, her muscles aching pleasantly.

When the ship once again found itself docked, Calliope gratefully stepped on solid land, her legs wobbling like a colt’s. One of the Crewmen caught her, offering a supportive arm for just a bit too long.

She was the last to board the ship when it was once again time to set out. This was not the result of any kind of longing for land, but rather the opposite: Calliope wanted to savor the Sea. When she finally set foot on the Deck, a speck appeared in the distance. The Crew turned in unison to face it, for just a moment, before working with a speed Calliope had never seen before. She went from Person to Person, filled to the brim with questions, before the Captain finally smiled. Memories of the warm bed Calliope shared with her filled her mind despite the sudden chill in the air. As she looked around, she began to notice the blue tint that overcame first the Crew, and then the supplies, working its way with precision over everything. Frost kissed every Man, Woman, Neither, Both, barrel, rope, crate, plank. Calliope could not see it, but she knew the Barnacles on the Hull of the ship were also held in that loving embrace. Everything was.

Perhaps she was afraid. Perhaps she saw that the Gangplank was freed from the dock, and ran toward it before realizing it was too late. Perhaps she cried as the ship’s wood crunched most excellently as it rocked through the Sea, her fellow Crewmates becoming stiffer and stiffer. Perhaps she flung herself into the arms of the Captain, those very tears crystallizing on her cheeks as she looked over the Woman’s shoulder to see the New Ship coming closer and closer.

But I do not think this is what happened.

I think she watched her home freeze with the utmost wonder. I think she saw her breath stream from her mouth and nostrils and giggled at the sight of it. I think she delighted in the crunch of ice beneath her boots. I think she stood with her Crew, becoming stiffer and stiffer, as their ship sailed further and further, and watched with excitement as the New Ship came closer and closer.

I hope she found what she was looking for. Or, if I were to truly be honest, my greatest sin is not that I hope she found what she was looking for, but that she continues the battle of finding it.

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cilian-art · 2 years

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Made this portraits for a classmate so ocs are not mine!

#dnd #elf #half elf #tiefling #artificer #ranger #warlock #fanasy #oc #digital art #portrait

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drtenebrisxii · 2 years

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Pokemon Cataclysm Version 2 - Desert Encounter

I've been meaning to draw this for a while... and also write a short story :V if you want to read it, is here:

----------------------- English Version: The rumor has is that somewhere in the outskirts of the only town in the dessertic area of Kalos, an area that used to be a nice meadow but the catalcysm left turned into a sunken desert, an Yveltal had been spotted. The legendary had not done anything other than sitting at a point in the desert for most of the day; but apparently it would also change places since on many occasions teams of brave adventurers had tried to capture or drive away the legendary only to be unable to find it. Those were the lucky ones, because many others went to search for the bird and never came back...

The legendaries provoked the great Cataclysm ages ago, who knows what would they do now that they are returning? Or worse, what kind of horrors would Yveltal, Bird of Death, have in mind for the people of the town? Many claim they saw strange ligths in the desert and ghosts either felt strangely compelled to go to the desert or actually scared of it and its only inhabitant.

The State of Kalos was too busy dealing with the many... things... spawned by the Cataclysm to use its limited resources on doing something about a legendary that, apparently, was doing nothing. So the town's people put quite a reward for whomever could do something about their situation. The sum was good, but not enough to attract many since the stories of the many that failed to never be seen again scared most bounty hunters.

One day, though, a zangoose riding a bike appeared and began to ask about what had been tried on the yveltal. He heard all sorts of strategies to attack and defeat the avain, but either they were unable to try or those who did never came back to report on why their plans failed. So, the Zangoose, without anything especial, went only with his bike and a bag with something to face the Yveltal... The people prayed to Arceus, out of pitty, mainly, that the guy never met the Deathly Bird

Said prayers were for naught, though, since the zangoose found the avian easily. She was surrounded by mysterious fires that the zangoose felt like dissipating with his claws, and weird winds that blew around her. She was in a meditation stance on top of her big claw-like tail, and at the sound of his bike's engine, she opened an intense blue eye.

—Another seeker of fame and fortune...— she sighed clearly frustrated— How long had it been since the last one? OTwo days? two weeks? No idea, but I can asure that, unless you are actually looking for death itself, you won't find anything else— The zangoose took off his helmet, pull up his goggles and pull down his scarf, revealing a confident feline grin.

—Nay, my lady, I'm simply here to keep you company, meow... it must be lonely over here, isn't it?— She turned her entire head towards him, one of her eyes was covered by her pinkish whie hair with incredulity in her gaze.

—I need no company...—

—Hah! yeah, right...—

—...And even if I did, why yours?—

—well, for startes, I'm the first one to offer company! also, I brought food since is almost lunch time, and I thought you'd be hungry... unless you feed from the sunlight or something like that...—

—Ngp!...I'm no plant type...—

—Then what do you say? Want to lunch with me?— asked him casually, keeping a prudent distance from her. She looked at him still unable to believe this guy... What was he up to?!

—If you really want to only keep me company, ok... go sit somewhere... I can also offer a peaceful death...— she offered, trying to go back to focuse on her own thing. He shrugged and sat by her side... She stared at him again and he stared back, both kept silence for a moment.

—what are you up to?—

—spend some time with a sexy legendary—

—¡NGP!— she almost falls from her tail at the unexpected response...—S-stop with the nonsense! if you've come to drive me away or convince me to leave you better go back the way you came since you are wasting your time!—

—Nay, I already told you what I came to do, meow... also I just discovered that you don't have an evil heart... otherwise you would have attacked me, already—

—I can attack you anway if you make me lose my patience...—

—True... but why get violent? Actually, I've noticed you apparently have no idea how much time passes here, do you know how long had you been intimidating that town from over there? —

—Nope, and I don't care...—

—1 year and 3 months—

—WHAT?! — The zangoose smirk and she couldn't keep herself from pouting, then took air and put a more serene expression. The guy noticed how the fires around her seemed to move in a weird way and she herself began to looked more and more annoyed and embarrassed as the fires moved... maybe they were making fun of her? He just had that impression—I... I guess I've been a bit... disconnected...—

—Then do not waste your chance! I'm Fausto, a drifter, and I can tell you many stupid stories from outside— heeven winked teasingly.

—pfff... Stupid stories, you say?— She was looking at him now with an intrigued smirk, raising her visible brow. She then sighed and shooke her head in resignation. —well, let's see what you have to tell, Fausto...—she then remain silent fo a momment, as if thinking in adding something, then she shrugged and said— I'm Débora...—

— Uff, dear Débora, hotn ame, by the way, you have no idea the kind of silliness that happens out there...—

And so, Fausto spend most of the day telling her stories of the things he's seen and been through in his trips through the highways of the pokemon world... that day, the desert was filled with the racous laughter of Débora the Yveltal, due to the many stupid stories he'd tell her... this helped the legendary relax with the zangoose and accept the food (already cold by this point but she still ate it with gusto) and, while she wouldn't know it right then, this would be the start of an... interesting relationship...

The end :V for now ;V

----------------------- Spanish Version:

El rumor decía que, a las afueras del único poblado en la zona desértica de Kalos, una zona que alguna vez fue una bella pradera pero ahora era un desierto hundido, se ha visto a un Yveltal. El legendario no ha hecho más que sentarse en un punto en particular del desierto por buena parte del día; aunque no siempre lo hacía pues ya en varias ocasiones algún grupo de valientes ha ido a tratar de capturarlo o al menos ahuyentarlo, pero nunca lo pudieron ubicar. Esos fueron los suertudos, pues muchos otros fueron y nunca volvieron...

Los Legendarios causaron el gran cataclismo hace años, ¿quién sabe qué harán ahora que están regresando? Y peor ¿Qué horrores tendrá en mente Yveltal, el Ave de la Muerte? Muchos decían que veían luces raras continuamente y en más de una ocasión algunos fantasmas se habían sentido extrañamente atraídos al desierto, mientras que otros más bien se sentían aterrados de su único morador.

El estado de Kalos ya tenía muchas complicaciones manteniendo a las... cosas... que aparecieron luego del cataclismo a raya como para poder realmente ocuparse de un legendario que, aparentemente, no estaba haciendo nada, así que la gente del pueblo ofrecía buen dinero por hacer algo al respecto, pero la recompensa no era suficiente para muchos, pues el destino de todos esos desaparecidos era suficiente como para intimidarlos...

Un buen día, sin embargo, un zangoose en una motocicleta apareció en el pueblo y comenzó a preguntar qué había hecho el resto de los que intentaron deshacerse del Yveltal: escuchó todo tipo de estrategias para atacar y someter al ave, pero o no pudieron ejecutarlas o los que probaron suerte no vivieron para contar por qué fracasaron. Entonces el zangoose, sin ningún arma especial, sin armadura, sin más que su moto y una bolsa, partió a enfrentarse al Yveltal... la gente le pidió a Arceus, más por pura piedad que por realmente tenerle algún aprecio al tipo, que no se encuente al Ave mortífera...

Dichos rezos no tuvieron el efecto deseado, pues al zangoose no le costó mucho encontrar al legendario. O mejor, la legendaria Yveltal, rodeada de fuegos misteriosos que de solo verlos le daban ganas de disiparlos con sus garras y vientos que no parecían normales. Ella estaba en una posición de meditación sobre su gran cola similar a una garra, pero al oír el ruido de su motor, ella abrió un ojo azul intenso.

—Otro buscados de fama y fortuna...— ella suspiró claramente fastidiada— ¿Cuánto ha pasado desde el último? ¿dos días? ¿dos semanas? Ni idea... pero te aseguro que salvo que en realidad desees la muerte, aquí no está lo que buscas...— El zangoose se quitó el casco, se retiró los visores y se bajó la pañoleta con que cubría su boca, mostrando una sonrisa confiada y felina.

—Naranjas, estimada, simplemente vine a hacerle compañía, miau... debe ser solitario por aquí ¿No?— Ella giró toda su cabeza hacia él, uno de sus ojos estaba cubierto por su cabello blanco rosáceo. Había incredulidad en su mirada.

—No necesito compañía...—

—Ja! sí claro...—

—...y aunque así fuera, ¿por qué querría la tuya?—

—Pues creo que soy el primero en ofrecerla, eso y tengo comida, ya casi es la hora del almuerzo y pensé que tendrías hambre... a menos que te alimentes del Sol o algo como eso...—

—npf!...Ni que fuera tipo planta—

—Entonces, habla, ¿almorzamos?— preguntó el zangoose casualmente, manteniendo la distancia con prudencia. Ella lo miraba y no lo creía... ¿Qué estaba tramando este tipo?

—Si en verdad solo quieres hacerme compañía, puedes sentarte por ahí... puedo concederte una muerte apacible incluso... — ofreció ella tratando de volver a enfocarse en lo suyo. Él se alzó de hombros y se sentó a su lado... ello lo miró de nuevo y él la miró... ambos mantuvieron silencio un rato.

—¿Qué estás tramando?—

—Pasar el rato con una legendaria sexy mientras pueda—

—¡NGP!— casi se cae de su cola de la inesperada respuesta...—D-deja de decir tonterías! Si has venido a echarme o tratar de convencerme de que me vaya mejor te me vas yendo de una vez por que solo estás perdiendo el tiempo—

—Nah, ya te dije qué vine a hacer, miau... y creo que acabo de descubrir que encima no tienes mal corazón... o seguro ya me habrías atacado...—

—Te puedo atacar igual solo por hacerme perder la paciencia...—

—Cierto... pero ¿para qué ponernos violentos? más bien, he notado que no pareces tener buena percepción del paso del tiempo aquí ¿Sabes más o menos cuánto tiempo has estado intimidando sin querer al pueblo de por allá?—

—No lo sé ni me importa...—

—1 año y tres meses—

—¡¿QUÉ?! — el zangoose le sonrió y ella no pudo contenerse hacer un puchero antes de tomar aire y poner una expresión más serena... el sujeto notó que los fuegos alrededor del ave parecían moverse de una forma rara y ella misma ponía una expresión fastidiada y avergonzad al notarlo... ¿se estarían riendo de ella? le daba esa impresión. —s-supongo que sí he estado un poco... desconectada...—

—¡Entonces no pierdas la oportunidad! Mi nombre es Fausto y soy todo un viajero, si quieres te puedo contar algunas historias estúpidas de afuera— él le guiñó un ojo de forma picarona.

—pfff... ¿historias estúpidas?— ella ahora lo miraba con una sonrisa intrigada, levantando su única ceja visible, y él asintió. Ella soltó un suspiro y negó su cabeza en resignación—Bueno, a ver qué me puedes contar, Fausto...— ella se quedó en silencio por un momento, como pensando en si decir algo más y finalmente se alzó de hombros y dijo— yo soy Débora..—

—Uff, querida Débora, bello nombre por cierto, ni te imaginas las tonterías que pasan allá afuera...—

Y así, Fausto se pasó buena parte del día contándole historias de lo que había visto en sus viajes por las carreteras del mundo pokemon... ese día el desierto se llenó con las risas estruendosas de Débora, la Yveltal, por la gran cantidad de tonterías que el tipo decía haber visto ( él mismo había participado en muchas de ellas, o eso decía)... eso ayudó a la legendaria a relajarse con el zangoose y aceptarle la comida (ya fría para este punto pero igual, ella se la comió con gusto) y, aunque no lo sabían, sería el inicio de una... interesante relación...

FIN :V por ahora ;V -----------------------

Anyway, I hope you like this X3

#pokemon #fanasy #oc #comic #pencil #yveltal #zangoose #bike #silly #story #furry #anthro

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meloncolliie · 3 months

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summer sparkle sparkle

#green #life #tree #sparkle #forest #etheral #design #photography #art #drawing #sketch #fanasy

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meleighm · 5 months

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Don't Miss the New Release!

My alter ego, Sultonna Nadine, has a new book coming out tomorrow. Whiskey Jug Genie is a humorous tale of a genie bound to a jug, an apothecary owner, and their efforts to free the genie from his jug. Join in the fun! Sultonna has posted a trailer video. Go check it out. Tomorrow is the Day

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#Barnes and Noble #Books2Read #eBook #fanasy #humor #paperback #Smashwords #Sultonna Nadine #Whiskey jug

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stephobrien · 6 months

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A few months ago, I shared this artwork I created for By My Nature, By My Choice: a short story that reveals the origins of the Children of Memory and the Daughter of War.

Now, that story is finally available on Loom of Tales!

A god of War whose power brought him misery.

A search for purpose, for happiness, for an identity worth having.

A tale of devastating betrayal and lingering hope that spans generations.

You can read it here: https://loomoftales.app/bookwormnook-online-magazine/b/by-my-nature-by-my-choice-by-stephanie-obrien

#fanasy #fantasy short story #short story #fantasy fiction #fantasy writing #original fiction #fantasy pantheon

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