Hey fellow artist, just want to give a brief question.
What is it that you want to happen here on DA? or better yet, What do you want to be here on this site?
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Chapter One(Quick synopsis)
Owain's life has always been simple if not monotonous. Once a week he makes the lonely journey from his parents' farm to the outskirts of the forest to deliver milk and cheese to the aptly named Odd Pywyll, a wizard whose skill with magic is questionable at best. But a mistake during a transformation spell causes Pywyll to swap bodies with his beloved cat, and Owain's quiet existence is turned upside down. What's supposed to be a quick trip to the Otherworld to fetch more of the transformative powder needed for the reversal spell turns into much more than the mild-mannered country boy ever bargained for, and he soon finds himself on an unexpected quest to save the wayward feline. Along the way he encounters faeries, giants, talking trees, and one particularly nasty goblin queen.
Owain’s life had always been ordinary. Ordinary and simple and predictable, but fairly safe and certainly happy. Well, he wasn’t
anyway, even if he merely endured the same routine d
UntitledThere was a thud and the surprised cry of a woman, followed by a sudden flurry of red and green. His fingers became caught in something black and silken as he and whoever he had collided with toppled to the ground. Her cries turned into curses and protests as he struggled to free himself from the spidery strands of what he realized was her hair.
"Get off of me, you bloody half-wit!" She snarled, shoving her hands roughly against his chest. Owain scrabbled to his feet. "A thousand apologies, m'lady." He said hastily, grabbing for her hands and helping her to her feet. Her hair, a tangled mess of raven curls, was down in her eyes and hiding her face. With another muttered curse, she whipped the dark locks from her eyes and glared at him. "A fellow ought to watch where he's going." She chastised, brushing herself off. She was fae, that much he could tell, though she somehow wasn't as beautiful as the people he had seen earlier. Her hair was a
A fair fever. there is a mermaid inside of me
with a handful of paint and a canvas heart
standing at the edge of the sea
where the dandelions grow;
if i stutter, i'm sorry --
anything tangible can be destroyed, and
i don't want to lose my muchness to
sunlight through an open window.
(a private jargon)
"walk on your own, into the sun,
as your spine arcs back like lightning,
a strong and broken man,
king of the horse-flies, for
soon there will only be stolen tombstones,
december skies in belgrade
and a forest in california, somewhere."
Step by Step - Retouching a Fantasy Portrait
Step by step tutorial: simple photomanipulation of a fantasy portrait with a new background.
Model from :iconfrostalexis: Snow White 7
Robin in the snow 01
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Winter Robin before after small by annewipf