#original folklore

[intheglade]

(Croakswell. Found near the cedar roots.)

[solynaceawrites]

Divine Pathos

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandoms: Original Work, Original Mythology Characters: The Huntress, the Storyteller Summary: A look at a world where locals are moving on from their old god and a Huntress hears an interesting tale, written for @falsegodszine​ and illustrated by @lyghtbulb​, @sator-the-wanderer​, missy.luigi, and with a pin design by @koma-art​.

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Night is drawing to a close when the Hunter finally spots the village.

Four days since she left the last city, a place of smoke and ash and cramped corners that closed in around her like a vise, she had come across a river. Following it north took her deep into the forest, where leaves of amber and gold rustled around her and the wind was a constant, whispering companion; despite not knowing the terrain, the Hunter had not been afraid. Her entire life had been lived in the wilds and forgotten places, and being among them once more was not unlike returning home. Yet something about this forest felt strange, disconnected. It was as though she had stepped backwards, the machines and steam and paved roads giving way to untouched, virgin growth, creatures that did not flinch at the sound of her steps.

Now, standing outside of the gates, the Hunter tips her head back to take in the paint strokes of velvet creeping towards the horizon. A village means an inn, food and drink and a place to rest, safe from the elements. It also means more walls, and her breath frosts in the air as she sighs. Returning her gaze to the road, she takes a moment to simply study her surroundings, and her eyes light upon what she mistakes at first glance to be a pile of crumbled stones. Squinting in the faint light, the Hunter realizes that it is, or was, a statue of some sort. Most of the details have been worn away with time, leaving only the faint shape of it, something vulpine or feline going by the points of its ears and the sleek profile, but whatever fur or eyes it might have once had have been taken over by moss. A sad thing, the Hunter thinks. You were important once, I think. But, like me, you have since been forgotten.

Read the Rest on A03!

[creativenicocorner]

Ever since @bifacialler blessed/cursed me with the thought that Shigir could be voiced by Griffin McElroy I haven’t stopped thinking about it ONCE

Audio reference  1  and  2 

[creativenicocorner]

Shigir Ideale McElroy but this time with a more bittersweet note / reference

When you take the goofy Me?? My AGE? bit from The Adventure Zone, and turn it into the constant existential question all changelings face;  “Me?? My name? ME? Oh my Name?”

Featuring a super tiny Terpsichore reference~ 

[spinning-tales]

Dandelions

they are a strong magic, one of the old ones, but they are not a powerful magic. What they do isn't usually fast or particularly noteworthy, but oft can not be undone. rending cracks in stone for other flowers to follow in their footsteps, but rarely so large as to be the first noticed.

that is their power, they are unnoticeable until their roots are deep and untouchable. They are small until they are everywhere and it is too late

Charms with the force of a dandelion are sneaky things, but they are also only hidden in plain sight.

[monsters-and-glitter-blog]

Trying to work on drawing/mini myths more often.

This one was inspired by some council work going on at the creek down the road.