babushka
divo
Time ago

A digital painting of a green forest with tall, thin trees extending beyond the frame. The ground is covered in grass, moss, and mulch. The sky is light yellow with pollen.

foresty

i did this with a reference and made the colors all dreamy cause greenery is the dreamery


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mier(they/them)
Time ago


Random demon princess sketchie, I referenced the main character’s hair from Sakuna of Rice and Ruin because it's super cute and fun to draw.

1/11/21


Things to consider when dating one of the Fair Folk

princeofdoom

They are unlikely to say "I love you" directly. But if they do you know they mean it, as they cannot lie. However, they may show they love you in other ways, through actions or small favors. Be careful. They understand love differently than humans.

Remember that faeries do not say "thank you" or "you're welcome". In fact they may think it rude if you do. Alternately, they may view "thank you" it as an admittance of some debt, and "you're welcome" as an invitation. Be polite with your beloved, but try to remove these phrases from your vocabulary around them.

The Good Neighbors experience things very differently than you do, so remember: You might only have a year and a day with them after which they will suddenly leave you alone. You might have your whole life with them, at the end of which they will be confused at losing you so quickly. You two might be very happy together for a long time before one day it just slips their mind to visit, and when they remember you are long since dead. This is all to say, you do not know when or how things will end so enjoy what time you have with your love.

If they offer to take you away to faerie, always ask some time to think it over. They might only give you until the next morning, they may give you til the next full or new moon, or a year and a day to make your choice. But be sure to ask for this.

While thinking it over, make sure that if you wish to go, it is your own will and not theirs. Find and use charms known to dispel faerie magic before making your final decision.

If you do go to Faerie with them, listen to their advice. This is their home and they know the culture.

If once in Faerie, you become homesick, remember that no matter how short a time it felt like you were away, dozens or scores of years - or more! - have passed since you left your home. No one you know will likely be alive and any that are will be old and withered.

And, if you truly must leave your love to see the mortal world again, even knowing so much time has gone by and so many things will be changed, listen to any instructions they give you so that you may return to them again. People around the world have failed to listen and were left in a world they no longer knew, alone and often ravaged by the years they did not feel in the Fae lands.

After a long time of eating faerie food and drinking faerie drinks and living in the Fae lands, you may find you no longer remember those you left behind. You may find that if Faerie is a dream, then the mortal realm is a dream of a dream only half remembered. You might be becoming Fae yourself. Find a reflective surface and check any and all little details that might be different now. It may be hard to remember your original face, but you'll likely recognize that something has Changed.

By this point, your love may have lost interest in you (good riddance), but if they haven't then a proposal of marriage may be on the way. You're already stuck here, you may as well accept.


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Just threw some colours on a drawing for a friend! Her OC Maria is.... so pretty.....


A History of Felines, as Narrated and Illustrated by a Cat

Baba the cat is both storyteller and photographic model in what is perhaps the most unique cat history book ever published


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timeskip(they/them)
Time ago
timeskip

[603 words. warning for mention of kidnapping]

---

Araceli breaks her stride too easily, emotions snapped in half as she freezes in place. Ry is too quiet, after what they just said, almost as if they hadn't said it at all. If Araceli ignored this and let it evaporate into the air, Ry probably wouldn't even say anything.

"What?" Araceli says, and it's too loud in the abandoned park.

"I remember when Storm saved your life," Ry repeats dutifully. "Mother Nature made Tempest and I out of the remnants of Storm's essence," they turn around, spinning in place in the middle of the light snowfall, the white flakes standing out from their black hair, "so it only makes sense that I remember their memories, too."


"And you remember... saving me," Araceli speaks lowly. "I barely remember that, since Mother Nature erased most of my memories of Storm. Keep it to yourself. Don't talk about them unless you have to."

Ry sighs with frosted breath, twirling again. They're dancing, like some sort of ballerina. Araceli has no idea why or where they learned this. "I know, I know."

"No, you don't," Araceli shakes her head. Ry's eyes stay stuck on her, yellow and burning. Yellow like Storm's but so much kinder on Ry's face. "Ry... You're not Storm. You have never been the God of Storms, and you never will be."

Ry's face falls. They stop moving their feet, sliding lightly on the powdered snow. "But you were so afraid. You were so..."

"It isn't your memory to keep," Araceli snaps, then bites her tongue. She doesn't want to do this to Ry. She doesn't want to hurt them, but reminding her of Storm is just reopening an old wound. "Storm was awful. A monster. I remember enough to know that much, to know that Storm is and always has been trying to hurt me. They never saved my life. They only hurt me."

Ry steps closer to Araceli. Their hands are warm to the point of feeling burning against her bare arms. "When you were kidnapped," they lick their lips, "Storm followed you when you were gone for too long. And they brought you back."

Araceli remembers being kidnapped. It causes something to feel caught in her throat. The darkness was too much, the weather shifting, her heart beating, beating, beating too fast, too hard to control even with all her godly power. Her chest is tight even now, even as the memories of escaping have faded with the decades and centuries between then and now.

"...And what will you do with these memories?" Araceli asks quietly. "Will you use them to remind me of pain?"

Ry looks away. There's silence between them, but Ry tightens their grip on her. "Well, no. I don't want to. That was just... something I thought you'd rather remember."

They're wrong, but how can Araceli say that when faced with their sad yellow eyes.

Ry hugs Araceli, then. It's sudden, but their grip is loose. "I won't tell you, then. I just thought I needed to find something good in the memories, because the rest of it is so..." They rest their head against her shoulder. "So..."

"You don't need to finish that sentence," Araceli says, hugging them back, hand on the back of their head. She brushes snowflakes from their hair. "They're awful, aren't they? But you're not. You're different from those memories, even if you have them. I trust that if I ever get hurt like that again, that you'll save me in a way that Storm never would."

She can feel Ry laugh shakily against her shoulder. "I'll make sure of it."


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timeskip(they/them)
Time ago
timeskip

[603 words. warning for mention of kidnapping]

---

Araceli breaks her stride too easily, emotions snapped in half as she freezes in place. Ry is too quiet, after what they just said, almost as if they hadn't said it at all. If Araceli ignored this and let it evaporate into the air, Ry probably wouldn't even say anything.

"What?" Araceli says, and it's too loud in the abandoned park.

"I remember when Storm saved your life," Ry repeats dutifully. "Mother Nature made Tempest and I out of the remnants of Storm's essence," they turn around, spinning in place in the middle of the light snowfall, the white flakes standing out from their black hair, "so it only makes sense that I remember their memories, too."


"And you remember... saving me," Araceli speaks lowly. "I barely remember that, since Mother Nature erased most of my memories of Storm. Keep it to yourself. Don't talk about them unless you have to."

Ry sighs with frosted breath, twirling again. They're dancing, like some sort of ballerina. Araceli has no idea why or where they learned this. "I know, I know."

"No, you don't," Araceli shakes her head. Ry's eyes stay stuck on her, yellow and burning. Yellow like Storm's but so much kinder on Ry's face. "Ry... You're not Storm. You have never been the God of Storms, and you never will be."

Ry's face falls. They stop moving their feet, sliding lightly on the powdered snow. "But you were so afraid. You were so..."

"It isn't your memory to keep," Araceli snaps, then bites her tongue. She doesn't want to do this to Ry. She doesn't want to hurt them, but reminding her of Storm is just reopening an old wound. "Storm was awful. A monster. I remember enough to know that much, to know that Storm is and always has been trying to hurt me. They never saved my life. They only hurt me."

Ry steps closer to Araceli. Their hands are warm to the point of feeling burning against her bare arms. "When you were kidnapped," they lick their lips, "Storm followed you when you were gone for too long. And they brought you back."

Araceli remembers being kidnapped. It causes something to feel caught in her throat. The darkness was too much, the weather shifting, her heart beating, beating, beating too fast, too hard to control even with all her godly power. Her chest is tight even now, even as the memories of escaping have faded with the decades and centuries between then and now.

"...And what will you do with these memories?" Araceli asks quietly. "Will you use them to remind me of pain?"

Ry looks away. There's silence between them, but Ry tightens their grip on her. "Well, no. I don't want to. That was just... something I thought you'd rather remember."

They're wrong, but how can Araceli say that when faced with their sad yellow eyes.

Ry hugs Araceli, then. It's sudden, but their grip is loose. "I won't tell you, then. I just thought I needed to find something good in the memories, because the rest of it is so..." They rest their head against her shoulder. "So..."

"You don't need to finish that sentence," Araceli says, hugging them back, hand on the back of their head. She brushes snowflakes from their hair. "They're awful, aren't they? But you're not. You're different from those memories, even if you have them. I trust that if I ever get hurt like that again, that you'll save me in a way that Storm never would."

She can feel Ry laugh shakily against her shoulder. "I'll make sure of it."


Newly Published Portraits Document a Century of Gay Men's Relationships

"Loving" features around 300 photos that offer an intimate look at men's love between the 1850s and 1950s


babushka
cjadewyton
Time ago

Bday gift for a friend awhile back.


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skarosian
Time ago

Maps, in order: Default | Trade routes | Religious sects | Climates

Information about the world below the cut.


Astroria is a planet I started creating and working on well back in 2016. It's a planet somewhat similar to Earth, with a combination of fantasy and sci-fi. There is (or, was) heavily advanced technology, some so advanced that it allowed people to biologically change their bodies, grafting on and surgically adding new body parts that were fully functional. (Think of wings, tails, extra eyes, extra limbs, extraneous features like horns or spikes.)

There is also a magical side to the world, that any person living on Astroria can access and interact with. It's somewhat similar to Eragon, where magic is simply cast with will and energy. The difference is that Astrorian magic requires special objects known as "casts," which can be made of various materials to induce certain elements. These casts are engraved with different runes, depending on what their intent is.

Over the past few generations, Astroria has moved from having a largely scientifically-oriented society to being far more magically-oriented. This is due to a massive, rampant disease that started causing horrible damage to people who indulged in the opportunity to modify their bodies. The only solution that was found was through magic healing, and most people chose to shun it following the disaster, and didn't tell their descendants about it. There are still old laboratories scattered across the world, holding plenty of technology, research, and information from those days, though they are abandoned and decrepit.


babushka
fallow
Time ago

“most disappointing day of my life” sure ok bud


babushka
atempause
Time ago

after 3 years i remembered my lioden account and started playing again lol


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lerunscorner(she/her)
Time ago

"Those stars are beautiful... like you"

I'm really running out of title ideas, huh...

Anyways, here's last piece in SAI 2 that was sitting in my WIPs for months and I finally finished it!


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redclock
Time ago

Fun Tonight

(09/20)

Explore the Chromatica Experience.


Waiting for the night to end, staring out at the horizon. A silent plea to the stars for a chariot away from here.



The Witch Part One: Subversion


art fight attack for MizumiHisui!

the event already finished but i have a small backlog to upload 🙇‍♂️

my af profile is here!



art fight attack for liantreecastle!

come attack me i'm on team spice!


babushka
goat-ish
Time ago
crownedwithwisteria

to hell with it.

self-indulgent fic is up, yes glowingjellyfishtreelights is my ao3 account, yes posting this on waterfall is giving me a considerable amount of anxiety. however, I also happen to be in a mood where I feel like kicking my anxiety in the teeth right now, so here we are.



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naiad
Time ago
mto

Promise

"To the me of an earlier time, if only I could tell you that everything is going to be okay. It gets better, I promise." Prompt #3 Promise (twitter)


Tessa (Commssion)

Tessa with their Pokemon Beartic and Snom :3


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