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Otherworldly curios: Dragons are the best(and worst) of cats and demons rolled into one armored package
A woodland dream on paper — a hidden treehouse among the trees, a fox resting under the flowers, and a secret garden filled with calm. This spread is my little escape into a fairytale world. 🌿✨
📜 1. “The Pilgrim’s Crossroads”
🌄 Loredas, 25th of Last Seed, 3E 433 The wind from the Jerall Mountains cut sharp against my cloak as I neared the borderlands. I had spent the last fortnight walking the ridge trails above Chorrol, praying at the hidden shrines scattered through the Colovian Highlands. Now, the trail bent east, toward Weynon Priory and, soon after, the Imperial City.
My boots were worn, but my resolve was whole. I carried only a pack, a prayerbook, and faith.
I arrived at the priory just before dusk. Brother Piner offered me simple bread and a wordless nod. The monks’ chants echoed gently beneath the stone arches, and I found comfort in the modest shrine of Stendarr. No gilding. No pomp. Just stone, moss, and faith. I stayed there long after the candles burned low.
That night, I dreamed of fire.
The sky was torn open, bleeding crimson above broken mountains. Creatures spilled forth, twisted, seething things with no mercy in their eyes. I stood alone in a narrow pass, a silver warhammer in my hands, thrumming like a second heartbeat.
When I woke before dawn, the dream clung to me like a shroud. A warning. A calling. I cannot say.
Tomorrow I go to the Imperial City. I hoped to join the guilds, perhaps tend the Chapel of Talos… but something deeper stirs. My path is not mine alone anymore.
Let the Divines judge me worthy. Let Stendarr watch my steps.
So I was invited to my friend's wedding and I wanted to gift her and her wife something that they could both use and I landed on the idea of a photo album. The end result departed quite a bit from my initial vision (a fantasy grimoire/spellbook that looked like it was bound in dragonskin) but I'm still quite pleased with it!
This was a fucking roller coaster of things going horribly wrong and I ended up having to remove like half the photo pockets I initially put in because it added so much swell, but I'm actually quite pleased with the end result! It's giving ✨overstuffed research journal✨ and I love it
I haven't heard what they think of it yet but I hope they love it!!
Monster journal related and my Sona(self insert)
Anyway so I'm kinda making a general monster journal thing for Olivander, right, and it's a mix of monsters and things from multiple media's, such as general supernatural creatures, some things from gravity falls and a majority of monsters from alice madness returns.
So last night, in my sleep deprived state, I was writing for one of the sections from how olivander would write in his journal...
The journal won't be specific to any fandom inserts but I am mainly doing it for gravity falls....
lemme show
It's pretty accurate if you ask me. I'm on my second playthrough of this save and I in full confidence can say that they're the worst.
The anger this fucking thing makes me feel is genuinly to much. Anyway 😋😋 my Lil autism rant
The Guild insisted on “proof of cooperation,” which apparently translates to standing in a field together like we’re friends. Sebastian looks unbearably smug about it. I look… exactly how I feel. 🌿
Peasant Magazine is FREE.
Why? Peasants have no money. Because this is the way the world works. Authors have to give away free short stories in order to grab the attention of readers who are admittedly like old cats who don't want to do anything, but once they find something that they like they're suddenly like kittens on catnip.
I know this because I am a reader too, so I understand the feeling of "I don't want to try reading this book because I might not like it." It is like trying a new vegetable. Am I going to like this new vegetable? Or does it taste like rotten cabbage?
But just like vegetables sometimes what you need is a platter to choose from to sample a tiny bite of each to see which ones you do like.
That's basically what literary magazines are. They're full of short stories for people who want to try bite sized pieces (samples really) from different authors to see which ones they like. If they find something that they like then they might go buy a whole vegetable book and read it. Maybe they will read the whole series of books.
Maybe they will even leave reviews on Amazon or Goodreads about how great the books are.
For the author this means that other people will see those 5 star reviews and possibly make a purchase too, which could lead to more reviews and more readers, and hopefully the author makes enough sales that they continue to write without feeling like they are wasting their time.
And it all comes back to the literary magazine.
So why is Peasant Magazine free?
Well, for starters it has no budget and is nonprofit. It is produced by volunteers and the writers involved are all indie authors who see value in getting their short stories in front of an audience who wants to eat read samples from different sources. Because vegetables books are sometimes yucky yummy.
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Where you can eat download the free PDF of Issue #1.
Or you can purchase the 8×11 magazine for $4.99 USD (the price was necessary to cover the printing costs) for those people who prefer to read a physical magazine that they can hold.
CONTENTS
"The Pale Lady in White" by Charles Moffat
"The Selkie's Silver Comb" by Alistair Grant
"The Glamouring of Brond Col" by Carl F. Northwood
"The Tone of Truth" by Sean Mooney
"The Choosing" by Len Berry
"The Selkie" by C. M. Neary
"Drifting" by Brigham Magnusson
"The Tale of the Key of Darkness" by Jeffrey J. Hoy
"Beyond Anwar" by D. G. Ironside
"The Hunt" by Liam Porter
"The Last Lesson" by Frankie G.
"With the Death of Kings" by Denise Longrie