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World building is addictive and forever the bane of actually completing an original story, even one that starts simple 😭.

I find myself making a correspondence table... AGAIN!

Some charcoal sketches on toned paper of a fantasy lady. Kind of for human proportion practice???

Writing tip for fantasy worlds!

If your writing a fantasy world and want to make the ethnicities within it realistic, keep in mind the biological reason certain races have certain traits!

For example, darker skin has more melanin, which is more resistant to uv rays and skin cancer.

Mask of Shadows by Lindsey Miller has a genderfluid person as the main character AND ITS AMAZING!!!

GUYS THE BOOK EVEN SAYS SAL (THE MAIN CHARACTER) IS GENDERFLUID IN THE DESCRIPTION

PLUS IT HAS A CUTE ROMANCE PLUS A BUNCH OF FANTASY STUFF AND MURDER IT'S GREAT!!! GO READ MASK OF SHADOWS BY LINDSEY MILLER!!!!!!!

Here's My Dragon OC (a dragon from the roblox Game Dragon Adventures!) [The Amaris Dragon] Moodel! Hes a marreid man, his husband Flumneh hasn't been drawn jet!

Do not use/steal-

Hope u Like it UwU

The Small King

When she spoke, her voice broke the silence. It was loud and deep. It was so unexpected that the tone of her words made the men shiver. The sadness she expressed made the gloomy night even colder than it already was.

On her knees, she tried her hardest to seem strong, but the mud on her face and her wet hair falling in front of her eyes made her look like the child she was. Her tormented and saddened dark eyes reflected the picture which stood before her, bodies laying on the ground, friends no longer of this world, strangers already on the other side and their murderers.

The events of that night felt so unreal that she almost thought she was in a dream; the ones her brothers had after coming back from the last war. Fields filled with corpses that will be buried all together in the same hole, lacking time and space.

The wind howled, sounding almost like the cries of the dying men. Her breath, although the excruciating weather of the North, was steady and slow. Her heartbeat was the calmest it had ever been. She did not understand where this peace, floating in her soul, came from, but she knew she was lucky to have it in such time.

On her own, facing an army that was endless, she did not feel scared, she felt disgusted. How could a man convince so many others to slaughter solemnly to destroy and claim what is not his?

The bells of justice rang in her heart even though she knew she couldn’t have it. She knew her vengeance would never end, for she was the last one standing. If being still alive meant standing. And to achieve it, she must kill all the men standing before her, thousands

In this treeless valley, surrounded by high mountains, she felt the ground shake under her and her mind trembled with it. Her thoughts began swirling around in her head as she looked upward and saw the majestic white moon showing itself through the clouds of the storm. She was there, between the darkness of the night and the light of the moon, so lonely.

The man that was leading them all stood before her. His presence was enormous. He took so much place for a man that was so small.

He didn’t seem that evil if you truly paid attention. His small stature couldn’t scare a wolf. His feminine looks couldn’t impose any man. However, his blue eyes were piercing, so much that she thought he might have killed everyone around her with them. And the strong warriors following him were a sign of his true brilliance for he was able to convince hundreds to follow him, whom they called The Small King, although he was no true king.

Her pupils kept moving from one face to another, from one body to the other. She wanted to remember, she wanted to think, she wanted to act all at once.

The birds in the night couldn’t do anything to distract her.

Lightning struck in the distance and it electrified her body. Her heart was moving faster; the beating took the control of her body. She grasped in her cold hand the mud of the ground and squeezed so hard it could have transformed into a rock. In the anger that was growing inside her little and weak body, she made herself strong and indestructible. Her breaths, once peaceful, sounded like the one of a soldier fighting on the battlefield.

She didn’t feel the rain on her cheeks anymore, nor did she feel the weak tremor under her knees that were sinking deeper and deeper into the earth.

She had never felt such a way. She didn’t know what exactly it was, but she knew she liked it, and she also knew she shouldn’t.

A cold wind started to wage the valley and some of the killers felt it, like she did.

‘Kill me if you must, but I shall not bow to a king who wears a crown studded with jewels of every life he has ended.’

And her words were the thunder that followed the lightning. Her anger flowed through the ground and touched every single living being in the area.

Their leader, The Small King, took a few steps forward and looked down at her in such a way that for a moment, a split second, she felt like nothing. And she could have sworn that his clear heavenly eyes flashed darkness and wickedness. But perhaps it was only her own reflection she saw.

The man placed his right hand on his sword handle, but didn’t slipped it out of its holder. The knob of his weapon interested the young girl for it seemed to have the shape of an animal, actually the head of a beast. It was not quite a bear, nor a wolf. He slightly lifted it and she saw what it was. It was the creature her brothers had nightmares about. The one that could live in darkness and in light, the one that could hunt you down even after its death, the one that was the most feared monster of the known world through all species: the man, half beast, half thinker.

And finally, the King closed his eyes and whispered a few words she couldn’t understand for her hearing was gone when the enemy had thrown bombs through the air and on her village. All she could hear was a buzzing sound. He looked up at the sky and got the long piece of metal out of its place.

He raised his hand up, up in the air. Then, he swung his great sword and ended the girl without a second thought.

The survivor was no longer, the war was ended, the air became thicker and the reign of the Small King greater.

The battle is lost and the child with it, for the Queen rests on a bed of mud, without a crown, without a people.

Dragonbard

Get it? He’s a Dragonborn Bard... Therefore... Dragonbard.

THIS was actually really fun to do! The first is the original sketch, the other two pictures were inked by hand. You might see future recreations of this in the future... I love how it turned out. The eyes in the second picture look too cutesy to me, and I’ve been trying to figure it out. Perhaps I put too many dark lines there. Sometimes less is more.

Marked (Preview)

Hope this little preview gets you just as excited as I am! I’ve officially started on my first graphic novel which, for the time being, is called Marked. I’ll be posting pages of the novel weekly on Fridays, so be looking forward to that. 

I’ll give you more of a summary next week with the title page and page one. But I feel like it’s important to say this now: this book addresses mental illness, specifically anxiety and depression. It’s just as much for those who are clinically diagnosed as it is for family members, friends, or anyone who wants to better understand. Hopefully it can help you or a loved one to gain insight on these situations. Please share this with family and friends, and get the word around. I hope to be able to influence as many people as possible! :)

Thank you!

It's been a while, and I forgot to post this on here, but I've been doing great so far.

I'm getting better at colour and animation, I'll post animation later

the trees are older than you. they have seen history unfold, and they will continue to stand tall long after you are dead. listen to them. they know.

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For all the stealth archers out there...

I think we need media especially fantasy and sci-fi that deal with the inconvenience of menstruation. It's such a common thing that is barely understood, by half of the population. Since media, art and literature shapes how we understand the world it could teach cis men how a period works, and that it's not utterly reprehensible. You've all heard that NASA story, that they sent like hundreds of tampons for a week trip.

- An elf panicking because they didn't pack enough pads/tampons for their quest through the woods.

- A casual trading of pads.

- Makeshift pads made in haste before the big boss battle.

- A character accidentally bleeding through their pants, and NOT being ridiculed.

- A character getting nauseous, or being too in pain to do what they usually could, maybe a cute pampering scene.

- magical pain relief

Periods are a little gross, just like other bodily excretions but they're nowhere near as bad as they're deemed. Stop stigmatizing them by showing them

MY BABY GIRL KAT!!!! this is the STAR (well not really, but I love her-) of my story I’m working on! Kat is probabaly around 25-27 shes a soldier in the royal guard working directly for Prince Sebastian as his body guard! she’s known for being a tough no nonsense woman. She’s strict with a cold exterior but Sebastian has managed to reach her warm melted marshmallowy core! As his best friend she would do anything to protect him, but sometimes her secrets and inner turmoil become too much. Being someone who doesn’t open up very often can have dire consequences and may ruin her social standing.

If you want to know more about her hit up my dms/ask box!! She’s the most devoloped character I have rn and she is NOT her devoloped so asks may help lmao :)

<3 Reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3

Here’s a basic drawing of Kat I did just to get an idea of colors, this is what wears under her armor, with the possibility I’ll change the pants :,) because girl them baggy ass sweatpants ain’t battle ready 😭

honestly this wasn’t a high effort drawing I just wanted to get a feel for her and fuck around with silly background shapes :) I’m obsessed with her rn tho and she’s the only one I’ve made real progress with recently lmao

mushroom portal

I love beautiful and toxic fictional men as much as the next person, but I wish less vampires and werewolves were beautiful toxic men.

Make them strange and aloof or utterly insane from the curses that writhe within them, going mad from the blood on their hands that is only natural because of what they have become.

Bring back the visceral, horrifying Beast Within that isn't just body horror or gothic horror or whatever horror, but a metaphor for the corruption of humanity. The horror of slowly losing yourself to animalistic instincts as you destroy everything you ever love.

Or bring back my guy Nosferatu. Love that devious little man.

writing is so weird

i have this project called wanderlust that's been going on for the last four years. what i find weird is that if asked, i wouldn't be able to describe government systems or different cultures or how magic influenced the technological advancements in the world. what can i describe? the smell of the wildgrass outside of one of the country's borders. the mood of the seas a few of my characters sail. the laughter of children as they're taught how to wield clunky wooden sticks like swords. i can hear the different accents of the characters, can visualize their faces at each moment in their lives, and i know exactly how they feel as their stories progress. it makes me a little sad sometimes, because i can't guarantee anyone will ever know this project like i do, and its so wonderful; i just want to share it with everyone. i didn't have a point to this post, i just wish i could flesh this project out enough to write it down, put it into words i can share. it means so much to me and i think i would die happy if even one person loved it half as much as i do.

i wonder if my characters would hate me. if they were real, i mean. or would they just see me as their mirror. i do write about my own thoughts and experiences, just shifted to fit a fantasy theme. would they give me their anger or would we grieve what we lost together?

environments: (dark) fantasy, realistic rooms/architecture;

Book Covers (and illustrated pages);

done in 2 weeks ( approximately );

a sketch for each client to approve the image and suggest changes

half payment in advance

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask! 

Please contact me via tumblr messenger (@filopay) OR instagram dm (@filopay)! Or just email me: filopay@web.de

My PayPal email is filopay@web.de (half payment in advance!)

Have a look at my art tag and at my website or at my RedBubble Shop!

I don’t normally draw characters (it takes ages for me, but if you’re interested I could be convinced otherwise ;)

About me

Undead artist travelling through fantasy settings and making the skies grey wherever I go. 23 year old student freelancer, collector of bones, night-owl and in love with coffee, it is my fuel!  I love video games with a story and my favourite movie ever is Sleepy Hollow ♥ 

Reblogs are always welcome! Don’t worry I don’t bite :]

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