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oh one more thing for new artists coming over here: PLEASE have a "my art"/"[username] art/doodles/whatever" tag so people can go through and find your work!! pretty please i want to see it all and rb it
genuinely enjoying seeing all the artists in the notes letting people know what their art tags are! another tip is you can put that tag in your pinned & tag it there as well for easy access
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Fuck the Tories, any Brits out there get out and vote!!! Vote labour and get the Tories out
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Hey lads in case u hadn’t noticed I haven’t posted for a while. Basically uni is,, a Lot and I’m still trying to find time to do things other than work so thanks for bearing with me
Given that they worked in a zoo and a shop, and also had a brief venture into arctic exploration, it’s probably fair to say that Howard and Vince (and occasionally Naboo and Bollo too) have pursued a fair few different career options, including but not limited to: low-end watch modelling, archaeology, and being the monarchs of a small and long-since dissolved nation state.
Concept:
Little household magics: baking-based spells involving eggs and flour, enchantments knitted into scarves to protect the wearer, soaps and shampoos that leave a shielding effect as well as a lovely smell.
One day you wake up and the stars are wrong. When you mention it to your family, however, no-one else seems to have noticed it.
Then you start to notice other things.
The air tastes different, for a start. And the quality of the sunlight is somehow ... lesser. Like someone has replaced the sun with a simulated version of it.
And you start to realise: this is not your Earth.
One day, a new sun appears in the sky. No-one knows why. Top scientists are positively baffled by it, because according to their readings, there’s nothing there. And yet, there it is. A new sun.
You know better. You know what it really is, and it terrifies you.
There is a tree. It is not a very remarkable tree. An oak, maybe. It isn’t until you follow its branches all the way up to the peaks of their leafy heights that you realise that there is no gap between them and the sky. It’s uppermost leaves simply seem to fade into the eternal azure, obscured on overcast days, but visible in the summer sun. This is the tree that holds up the sky.
And now someone wants to chop it down.
Some big company, planning a new building development you think. You have tried to tell them. Everyone has. All the locals know about the tree and how important it is. But they won’t listen. And now the felling of the tree which holds up the sky is scheduled for tomorrow.
hey lads I’m moving to uni this week so I’ll be on a brief hiatus wish me luck!
There is a place where our world and a fantasy realm, inhabited by elves, dwarves, dragons, and the like, intersect. Things seep through there: an elf who tried to learn magic and ended up trapped in our world; a homeless kid who appears in the middle of the dwarven lord’s court and ends up becoming a knight; a dragon’s egg that’s adopted by a stray dog who then becomes the master of the streets with her reptilian child.
Prompt:
A boy is kidnapped from his home seaside town by pirates and, despite his best efforts to escape, is killed. He becomes a ghost and haunts the ship. The other ghosts of people who have died there - an old woman, a noble gentleman, a pirate captain - look after and comfort him.
In a magical battle, one witch finally cannot fight any more. She is out of magic, out of time, and yet she cannot give up - her friends, she has to protect them.
She is knocked to the floor by an unexpected blast. She whimpers, her head ringing from the sudden impact. Her adversary stands over her, gloating.
“Little girl, you have nothing left. What can you possibly do to me?”
And the witch, lying on the floor, forces herself up. Gets on her knees, and then to her feet again. Her adversary lets out a short, sharp bark of laughter.
And then the laughter is cut short, because the witch balls her fist and punches the other witch in the face, and floors her.
A malevolent spirit lives in your house. It keeps writing in blood on the walls and pushing over vases and eventually it gets too much, so you hire a medium to speak to it.
What the medium tells you about the spirit, however, is less than comforting. Because you used to know the spirit, when they were alive.
Headcanon:
Nico Di Angelo speaks with a slight Italian accent from his childhood. When he’s super focused or tired or frustrated he slips into Italian. Will swears Nico sleeptalks in Italian too.
Bonus: back before they were dating and Nico had a Big Ol’ Crush on Will, whenever Will did something cute he’d mutter angrily to himself about it in Italian:
“Stupid sunshine boy with his beautiful smile, damn him.”
Concept:
Elves are good at everything. They’re athletic, intelligent, attractive, magically gifted - they’ve got it all! That’s kind of their thing.
Then one day a new daughter is born to the king, and everyone, naturally, expects her to be perfect. But as she grows older they realise with horror that she’s not. She’s clumsy and too short and whilst she can technically do magic it’s only when related to baking.
Eventually, shunned by her tall, perfect siblings and ignored by her parents, she runs away. Lost and scared, she stumbles (literally) into an orc camp deep within the forest. For a second she lies there, elbow deep in the moss, and stares up at the intimidating band of orcs towering over her, and thinks how ridiculous it is that this is going to be how she dies.
But then she talks to them, and the orcs don’t kill her. Once she explains her situation they sympathise, and the two matriarchs of the camp adopt her as their daughter. She becomes the camp chef and, for the first time, she feels like she belongs.
Once, an elf merchant passed through the camp on his way to the elf kingdom. When he left he took with him bemused stories of an elf who was not an elf, her arms coiled with orcish tattoos, her hair wild and unkempt, with the biggest, most undignified smile on her face.
No-one believed him. Don’t be ridiculous, they said.
