The titular Redwood (his nickname). A gentle giant stranded far from home, displaced in both space and time. Thanks to the amulet Terence gave him, he can shrink and blend in with humans. He's incapable of standing by when someone needs help, which often gets him into big messes. He has a dry sense of humor and is a lover of terrible puns.
Clever, calculating, and generous despite himself. He's a trained mage, but lost his magic license due to an incident and now practices illegally. If you ask him, he's not to be trusted. Somehow he always ends up putting himself in a pinch for his friends, despite grumbling the entire way.
A healer swears not to do harm. Signe may have missed the memo. She's an invaluable asset to the team, and the most forceful personality among them. Don't ask what she's running away from.
Giant's-bane? Or giant's-boon? Roland fancied himself a giant slayer awaiting his moment of glory - until the day Asmund saved his life. Now he'll follow the giant to the ends of the earth until he's repaid his debt, whether Asmund likes it or not.
A scribe by trade, with close connection to Asmund's family. The two were raised closely as children, and consider each other like brothers. Morwyn is an anxious, fretful personality and has been sickly since childhood. This doesn't stop him from being a valuable source of both sass and blunt honesty for Asmund.
Itās so easy to get attached to your characters, theyāre all unique I love them ā¤ļø (also hello! sorry, should have started with this)
I also love the healer girl (Signe if I remember correctly) (how do you pronounce her name too?), she looks adorable
And she seems to like Asmund quite a bit (from the posts I saw on your blog), how does she meet him?
Love your work! :D
Awww thank you!! (Hello hello hiii šāØ)
There are multiple pronunciations depending on language and region but the one Iāve been using is āSIHG-neeā.
Like is an understatement! Those two will eventually be married, itās just a matter of time. Theyāre my one canon ship, and if I play it right theyāll be a long slow burn at that.
Iām still playing around with a few different ideas for how they met, but one of my favorites goes like this:
Asmund, Terence and Roland stop for the night in a new town and decide to go for food and drinks. Signe is currently working as a waitress at a tavern trying to recover from a bout of bad luck. She has training in restorative magic - the kind used for emergencies - but hasnāt yet been able to get work as a healer.
Asmund has just enough drink to leave him loose and buzzed. He starts a conversation with another patron that is friendly enough at first, but ends tense when the subject of giants turns up and the man cheerfully says itās a good thing theyāre all dead. Asmund bites his tongue.
It isnāt long before the same man grabs Signeās ass as she walks by. Asmund interferes and barely restrains himself from clocking the man right then and there. The man sulks and slinks away, and everything seems to calm down. But then the guy returns with several friends.
Asmund is just drunk and pissed off enough to think that fighting three men at once is a good idea. One of them swings at him, and the next moment itās absolute chaos. Tables upturned, bottles flying, punches landed, chairs swung. Patrons are falling over each other trying to get out of the way. Asmund holds his own better than most, but heās still outnumbered.
Then something (or someone) snags the pendant chain and snaps it.
It hits the ground with a soft little tink and a second later thereās a rush of displaced air as fifteen tons of compressed mass surges back into being. Asmundās boots crush through the floorboards, his head strikes a ceiling beam with an audible crack, splintering it. He winces and falls to a crouch, shielding his head with his hands. Thereās a trickle of blood running down from his hairline. He barely fits in the building, even folded into himself like this.
The men are screaming, scrambling out the door with everyone else while Terence and Roland fish frantically through the wreckage for the amulet. They find it, shrink him back down, and get out of there as fast as they can. Signe peeks out from where sheād hidden behind the counter and watches them leave. She struggles with herself for a moment, then decides to hell with it and runs after them.
The rest is a bit hazy still, but Iād had the idea that she steps in because Asmund is hurt (possibly a bit concussed) and she wants to return the favor from earlier. He had only gotten into that fight because he had defended her, so she feels like the least she could do is heal him.
Iām still working out a lot of details, but I thought this one might be fun! Signe is the only one who isnāt really wary of Asmund at first, because her very first impression of him was him protecting her. Even when heās huge and clearly dangerous sheās more thrilled than frightened. The positive attention tends to leave him a little bashful.
I need to add something to this because please imagine Asmund sheepishly trying to fix one of the hanging lamps that heād knocked crooked while heās stuck crouched, shoulders brushing the ceiling, surrounded by absolute wreckage.
The homes of the giants in my re-imagining of Jack and the Beanstalk; they're often larger than actual islands--more like continents--but not all are made equal. Their means of 'flying' (more like hovering and riding high altitude wind currents) are largely unknown aside from their magic nature, but current theories among humans and giants alike lean towards the idea of a magic nexus in their cores, providing the necessities of life
They're Kinda Funky
Flying islands largely don't operate by normal rules. Each appears as though they were ripped out of the ground (though if that is the case thereās no evidence of exactly where from), each is surrounded by its own sea filled with abundant marine life, and each exhibits its own center of gravity that prevents people and animals alike from accidental plummeting. The islandsā seas cascade into the Ever Falls around them, feeding into the blanket of ever present clouds that often brew storms, and if it wasnāt for many giants tethering their homelands to the ground they would likely still be drifting around the globe. The climates of the islands are far colder as well (as altitude tends to do), and each houses a diversity of cultures and ethnicities between them (not all of which are close to their human counterparts, but thatās assumed to be from drifting)
Reverse Rainshadow
(This is actually really important)
The strong winds the islands fly in can prove fatal even for their larger inhabitants, and the currents drive much of the moisture in the air off into the open sky. The result creates a reverse rain shadow, where wind dries and the shadows of mountains (of which there are thankfully many, as those same currents carved them from the rock through millennia) are the only places to grow anything more than low lying lichens [1]
An interesting side note about the islands (which I don't have a good segway for or a good means of making a visual to show) is that due to their altitude not many clouds are high enough to rain over the islands, so the precipitation they get isn't rainfall. Instead they get a mist that evaporates from their surrounding seas during the day and condenses into heavy fog during the night, drenching whatever land it isn't blown off of
In those fertile places (which are very fertile due to rich soils) the plants that do grow tend to be warped by the wind, leaning in the direction of the currents even when no wind blows, with gnarled roots bared to the air [2]. The only exceptions tend to be low lying shrubs--and the grand redwood forests the islands are famous for
To Be Continued in a Reblog
because I wrote this whole thing in one post and tumblr deleted half my draft (ć ļ¹ć ) Here's hoping I can remember the rest š¤
These redwoods aren't a single tree, but a species that grow in groups and fuse into winding towers [3]. They grow far larger than 'lowland' redwoods, and far larger than the giants who often use them. Their dense canopies often take the brunt of the weakened winds that make their way down the mountains, and in response have adapted to weave their boughs into their neighbors' and create a proper ceiling out of their canopies; a behavior that results in Dark Forests. These are exactly what they sound like; a phenomenon that often leads to a barren forest floor too dark to see three feet into [4]. It's also an environment where gigantic creatures thrive, many being unique to the islands; but it's not the only curious environment the islands have to offer
The Howling Caverns
Thereās some places on the islands where no giant goes; possibly the most dangerous of these being the system of caves that run beneath the island itself. The howling caverns were formed by wind carving tunnels through the rockāa process which has yet to stopāand they get their name from the constant, ghostly sound it makes as it does. Those few who have attempted to travel them describe the terrible sensation of their breath being violently stolen by the currents, and the danger has resulted in them largely remaining a mystery. For the average island dweller theyāre mostly known as a favored topic of conspiracy theories, but itās generally recommended to tie a rope around yourself and have someone to pull you out if you try seeing them for yourself
A sweet comm for @nocturnal-birdie of my Jakob and her Rose (Ė¶Ė įµ ĖĖ¶) I don't usually do comms with my boys in them, but for friends I make exceptions
I havenāt yet posted anything worldbuilding related, so hereās my introduction, starting with a few rules Iāve set for this project
1) I will be drawing from real world folk tales and real world cultures, but nothing is married to irl inspirations and should not be treated as actual representations of their real counterparts š
2) Whimsy. Everywhere. Iām not talking the Alice in Wonderland sort (though itās not out of the question), Iām talking the sort that calls back to the sense of sharing old folk tales and when the dark and chilly world was held at bay by warm blankets and cocoa. If it doesnāt add to the whimsy it should be adding to the sense of grounding that emphasizes the whimsy when it shows
3) Rule of Cool. I know the trend nowadays is to be as scientifically accurate as possible, and while I will be including some details inspired by science they will be working in tandem with the whimsy, not overriding it. If it feels right itās staying (*įµį“įµ)ā¾ā¾
4) Not everything has an answer. In real life we know very little of our own beginnings and the first cultures that existed, and itās from those places where myths are born. To keep things feeling rooted in old tradition I will purposefully be leaving some aspects vague, convoluted, contradictory (especially from different perspectives), or even non existent
And with that out of the way; the giants ą“¦ąµą“¦ą“æ ĖĶĢź³ĖĶĢ )ā§
Because I know thatās what everyoneās here for. Gosh thereās no good place to start so sorry in advance for the rambling
Introduction to the Jƶtunn
Not the prettiest snapshot I know, but a good starting point for exploring concepts for the Jƶtunnās aesthetics. The setting of Project Beanstalks takes place in an almost Victorian period, and figuring out the look for the giants is especially important considering I want their clothes to feel of the times yet still grounded in something older. It helps that this is a high fantasy project and I can slap more or less modern collars on things (ĖµĀ Ā¬į“Ā¬Ėµ)
The giants themselves live on sky islands, or the Upperlands (an unofficial name for now) where the climates are far colder than those in the same lands below; this is a Jack and the Beanstalk retelling after all. While their inspiration comes from Norse mythology Iām likely going to draw most heavily on Slavic vibes, as their languages simply act and feel like that guttural tongue Iām looking for and their cultural aesthetics match. But for my worldās cultures Iām planning on mixing multiple real cultures anyway in an attempt to make something that feels familiar but original, and each race will be having their own distinct feel. Because of this the giants and their home have several general aesthetics that Iāll be trying to mix; Vikings, fishermen, old sea ports in icy waters, a richly bustling trade city lit by warm lantern lights, black stone beaches, basalt column sea cliffs, snowy mountains, and so, so much fog. Giantish clothing and architecture will have to be able to cope with extreme elements and long, frigid winters, and the islands they live on are filled with harsh flora and fauna
The sky islands themselves have some unique worldbuilding surrounding their environment and how they work, though some of their nature remains a mystery. Fog, as mentioned, is incredibly plentiful and takes the place of rain, and the winds are so strong they could throw a giant into the sky in some places; but the islands themselves deserve their own post
As for where the giants play into the rest of the world, they are both integral to daily functions and a distant presence. Many of their islands lay in positions between major lowland kingdoms, and their use of sky ships allow for the transport of goods to go between the land and the sky with relative ease. But for all the imports and exports that pass through their hands the majority of lowlanders have never seen one for themselves, and mainly itās the nobility and ambassadors who go between the lands. Those living in the capitalsāsuch as the famed Valeluneādo, however, see the giants for themselves during these political meetings; and these meetings are incredibly important, as having a whole other continent floating above your kingdom can become a problem if theyāre not maintained as allies
As a final note I want to add that thereās a lot more I want to imply with each race than a simple, singular monolith, but as of the moment I will be focusing on a northern giantish subculture in the writing, so thatās where my attention will be
Hopefully this wasnāt tooā¦ everywhere (įµāį“ā)
Set in a fantasy RPG, selfless soldier Glendale cheats death at the cost of living on with a curse. Now 6" tall, he quests with his personal servant Harry (a dog that has mysteriously turned human) and comrade Freya to find cures for their respective ailments.
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A lighthearted fantasy adventure story that transforms its zany premise into a meaningful exploration of the burnout experience. Wick's End is SFW and for all audiences, with occasional themes of substance usage.
( Webcomic by @eightyuh - Professional inquiries: eightyuh @ gmail)
Pilot
Chapter 1 (Canon remake of pilot - Coming next)
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4 (Coming soon)
Please refer back to this original source of this post for updates!
What was your inspiration to make this?Ā The story is based off of aĀ dream that I had.
When will the comic be updated?Ā There are 10 planned chapters total, but it will only be updated when I feel inspired to do so.
Can I draw the characters?Ā Yes! Just keep it SFW.
What kind of dog is Harry?Ā Heās an Australian Shepard!
NOTICE:
You are welcome to submit Tumblr asks to the characters!
N*S*F*W / K*NK DO NOT INTERACT
Glendale Goodwyn (Toyhouse) (Artfight)
Harry (Toyhouse) (Artfight)
Freya Ferguson (Toyhouse) (Artfight)
Glen and Harry pre-story (2)
Bathing
All Alternate Universe depictions are tagged under #WICK'S END AU
Genderbent (2) (3)
Tiny Harry AU (Comic) (Hashtag)
As Dogs
Dungeon Meshi Crossover (2)
Bodyswap
All fan-creations can be viewed under the tag #WICK'S END FANART
Majoraās Mask, The Dark Crystal, Princess Tutu, Ranking of Kings, Project .hack, Angel's Advocate
Special thank you to Zoe and Dani, my story editors & info-dumping confidants
Hi! Just wanted to make a post to bring attention to some of the creators out there āØ There are so many awesome artists and writers around that deserve all the love š Some that Iād like to point out especially are
@artsbyellie makes art of giants and monsters, has fun reblogs, and some wildly unique worldbuilding ideas! š¹
@exileseverafter follows the events of Jack and the Beanstalk, but from the POV of a giant whoād helped Jack escape- and is now exiled to the land of humans, curses, and powerful fairies š® You can read it on AO3!
@wicksend is a comic about a soldier who gets shrunk! You can follow his journey trying to adjust to his knew life, and whether or not he can return to his old size āļø
@pocket-ozwynn writes and reblogs gentle giantesses with themes of fluff, angst, healing, and hope š«¶
@guaxinimraccoon makes art of Toby and Brad and their mixed sized family. The two donāt know it at first, but the human and imp are blood brothers?! š
@diddlesanddoodles has writing of a girl and her giant found family who work in the palace kitchens š But thereās also magic and mystery, and the dark history of a warā¦
@fallingthroughvisualcompanion has writing following a young girl who finds herself trapped in LOTRās Middle Earth, taken in by the dwarves and helped by the skin changer Beorn. But thereās danger lurking for the outsider, too š» You can read it on AO3!
And if youāre curious, I also make stuff š If youād like, check out my art blog Novalunosis-Numinous! š
If you know of any artists, writers, or creatives you want to shoutout, feel free! Letās give them some love! šāØ
Characters are from The Exiles Ever After.
Her Imperial Eternity. Weaver of the Golden Thread of Fate. Blessed of the Faerie Queen, The Ever After Empress Valerian.Ā
Scarlet Sun, Rider of the Blazing Day, never really absorbed the meanings of all of Her titles until he first saw Her. And then he knew.Ā
She was graceful. She was wise. She was secretive, her every hand gesture and smile the calculated result of hundreds of thousands of minds processing in tandem. Everything She did, every action Her systems took moved the world a little closer to domination and eternal peace under the Empire. Knowing more about how She worked than most citizens and officials just made Her more terrifying, more awe-inspiring and beautiful.Ā
She was beautiful. No matter how many bodies She used and shed, the inner beauty of Her authority and power shone through. And Scarlet was in love with Her, all of her many minds and bodies.
It was that love that brought about a jealousy he knew could ruin him.Ā
Scarlet was a Flowerling, the smallest of the Kinfolk who lived in a āworld of towers,ā as the philosophers liked to call it. The Empressās current body was human. He could comfortably sit in the palm of Her hand if She ever invited him to do so. He had been proud of his small size, how it served him as a spy and assassin, excerptā¦
Oh, to stand face-to-face with the Empress, as human-sized Dark Midnight could do. To tower over Her and bow to one knee as Her gigantic warrior, as Bright Morning did. He loved his fellow Riders, but oh, to be all of those things and his tiny, wily self, to be her one Rider.Ā
It was a betrayal in his heart, treason against the vow of equal duty the three Riders shared. And it was nearly impossible. To shift back and forth so quickly without dying, to change size so dramatically, it was something no one in memory had done before.Ā
And Scarlet wanted it in the depths of his soul. He wanted to be her Flowerling, and her human, and her giant.Ā
He wanted to be Her everything, so that one day Her myriad minds would look upon him and only him.
So for some reason, two very plot-important chapters didn't make it to the AO3 posting of Exiles Book 3. I found them and figured out how to integrate them. If you have already read book 3, the "new" chapters are Chapter 15 "The Pure Heart" and Chapter 51 "Wish and Witch." I highly suggest giving them a look, as you can't imagine how annoyed I was with myself when I realized they weren't there for some reason.
If you haven't read Book 3, theeeen this won't really be relevant to you! But now you get to read the complete version! So there.
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