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I'm writing microstories for this crowdfunded collaboration with @doombloomart, @madchildsoul_art, and @lorian.ain.dal Each charm tells a story from ancient myth, woven into both the finely crafted design but also with words, woven by yours truly. https://www.backerkit.com/c/projects/doombloomart/floral-myths-and-legends-enamel-pins-pt-1-ancient-greece

[herebegods]

I'm writing microstories for this crowdfunded collaboration with @doombloomart, @madchildsoul_art, and @lorian.ain.dal Each charm tells a story from ancient myth, woven into both the finely crafted design but also with words, woven by yours truly. https://www.backerkit.com/c/projects/doombloomart/floral-myths-and-legends-enamel-pins-pt-1-ancient-greece

[herebegods]

I'm writing microstories for this crowdfunded collaboration with @doombloomart, @madchildsoul_art, and @lorian.ain.dal Each charm tells a story from ancient myth, woven into both the finely crafted design but also with words, woven by yours truly. https://www.backerkit.com/c/projects/doombloomart/floral-myths-and-legends-enamel-pins-pt-1-ancient-greece

[herebegods]

Self Care

It took too long really, but at some point I realized The Golden Rule (or whatever variant of it you prefer) is by itself not enough. Too many hate themselves, or are terrible humans, and so treat others as they would treat themselves if a stranger, with less kindness than they'd show stray animals. No, to 'do unto others as you would they do unto you' in any way that makes a better world, first you have to become a better you.

[herebegods]

Some Sleep Seems Sensible

Alas, I'm aghast, avast I am cast upon a stirring storm of syllables and synonyms, of homophones and homonyms, all colliding, none colluding, all conflating, none connecting, the caffeine concatenating with my concentration in the least convenient cacophony of confabulating confusion. Suddenly, surprisingly, in the most serendipitous spectacle, each sentence seems sentient and sings in symphony, such as to sketch a solid scene as seen within my serene sleep's dream. My mind mulls and melds a whirlpool of words, winsome, woesome, with wonder and weight, some splendorous some splendiferous. Words written, fast and furious, but now seeping slowly, slipping into suffering silence. Seems sleep should stimulate and resuscitate my rhythm and restore my spirit, that tomorrow's toil may triumphantly tower over tonight's tortured torpor and tepid turmoil.

[herebegods]

Self Care

It took too long really, but at some point I realized The Golden Rule (or whatever variant of it you prefer) is by itself not enough. Too many hate themselves, or are terrible humans, and so treat others as they would treat themselves if a stranger, with less kindness than they'd show stray animals. No, to 'do unto others as you would they do unto you' in any way that makes a better world, first you have to become a better you.

[herebegods]

Some Sleep Seems Sensible

Alas, I'm aghast, avast I am cast upon a stirring storm of syllables and synonyms, of homophones and homonyms, all colliding, none colluding, all conflating, none connecting, the caffeine concatenating with my concentration in the least convenient cacophony of confabulating confusion. Suddenly, surprisingly, in the most serendipitous spectacle, each sentence seems sentient and sings in symphony, such as to sketch a solid scene as seen within my serene sleep's dream. My mind mulls and melds a whirlpool of words, winsome, woesome, with wonder and weight, some splendorous some splendiferous. Words written, fast and furious, but now seeping slowly, slipping into suffering silence. Seems sleep should stimulate and resuscitate my rhythm and restore my spirit, that tomorrow's toil may triumphantly tower over tonight's tortured torpor and tepid turmoil.

[herebegods]

I'm writing microstories for this crowdfunded collaboration with @doombloomart, @madchildsoul_art, and @lorian.ain.dal Each charm tells a story from ancient myth, woven into both the finely crafted design but also with words, woven by yours truly. https://www.backerkit.com/c/projects/doombloomart/floral-myths-and-legends-enamel-pins-pt-1-ancient-greece

[herebegods]

Hello everyone !

I think it is time for a little introduction ! My name is Ewylana (or Ewy) and I am a french digital artist.

I am here to share my art with you and to look at beautiful art !

What I will share ?

Ttrpg art ! That's what I draw the most ! A lot of med fan, but some time others things too, both my characters and others peoples ones. And I will share fragments of lore about them too. Check the tags #ewy ttrpg art and #ewy OC !

Stone witches ! What is this ? Some strange concept of mine, where take a stone (for instance granite), look at it, search informations, and draw a beautiful fantasy woman inspired by it, there is already 11 girls in this series and I will draw some more soon ! And now there is a whole book about it you can discover on my kofi ! Check the tag #stone girl !

My own world(s) ! I am a bit shy about them but I am working on two bigs worlds buildings projects, one for my dnd campaigns, the other more personal, and I will share art (and hopefully lore) about it ! Check the tags #istea and #melvumnia !

Fanart ! I don't do a lot of fanart but from time to time you can expect fanart, from BG3 mostly. Check the tag #ewy fanart !

And I create a tag for all my art too : #ewy art ! (all the tag are on this post so you can just click on them to see more of my art !)

If you want to discover more about my art and my commissions check out my website : https://ewylanaart.carrd.co

And finaly, the dwarf on my pfp is Helena Boucledor, one of my OC. She is a smith but a warrior too and love creating beautiful things and progress in her crafts, this is why I choose her to represents me.

I will upload my contents in the comings days !

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Just got some art from @ewylana!

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They Are Not Yet Lost

No one wants to die, no one wants to lose, no one wants to let go, of family, of friends, of treasured loves and cherished memories. All things pass in the end, and even the traces of their passing fade away, not to be remembered again, as if they never were. Yet, the time for mourning and moving on is not yet nigh, the time for that long silent drift into the void of time and space is not yet upon us, nor is it near. Bury not the living before their time, nor dismiss your loves out of hand for fear of their inevitable loss. Their silence is not always neglect, and as long as they are within reach, they are not yet lost.

[herebegods]

@rohan-oduill-author just read the first chapter of my second novel for his podcast!

[herebegods]

Some Sleep Seems Sensible

Alas, I'm aghast, avast I am cast upon a stirring storm of syllables and synonyms, of homophones and homonyms, all colliding, none colluding, all conflating, none connecting, the caffeine concatenating with my concentration in the least convenient cacophony of confabulating confusion. Suddenly, surprisingly, in the most serendipitous spectacle, each sentence seems sentient and sings in symphony, such as to sketch a solid scene as seen within my serene sleep's dream. My mind mulls and melds a whirlpool of words, winsome, woesome, with wonder and weight, some splendorous some splendiferous. Words written, fast and furious, but now seeping slowly, slipping into suffering silence. Seems sleep should stimulate and resuscitate my rhythm and restore my spirit, that tomorrow's toil may triumphantly tower over tonight's tortured torpor and tepid turmoil.

[herebegods]

And This Is Fine

The pattern is unclear, if it is a pattern at all. There is a specific substance to this soul, this system of sentience, this song of serenity and sorrow that can not be seen or felt, both a sanguine sentiment and a somber state. There is no coherent pattern, to the noise, to the sound and static that is this life, that is every life. But that is fine. Patterns come and patterns go, as do lives. Day in, day out, patterns form, flourish, fade, and flee, oft with no measurable effect on the future. But this is fine. Life does not need a point, nor purpose, nor potential, no paradise to punctuate the parade from principate to primate to past our best by date. We were, we are, we will be, until the moment we are not, and so goes life, and this is fine.

[herebegods]

And This Is Fine

The pattern is unclear, if it is a pattern at all. There is a specific substance to this soul, this system of sentience, this song of serenity and sorrow that can not be seen or felt, both a sanguine sentiment and a somber state. There is no coherent pattern, to the noise, to the sound and static that is this life, that is every life. But that is fine. Patterns come and patterns go, as do lives. Day in, day out, patterns form, flourish, fade, and flee, oft with no measurable effect on the future. But this is fine. Life does not need a point, nor purpose, nor potential, no paradise to punctuate the parade from principate to primate to past our best by date. We were, we are, we will be, until the moment we are not, and so goes life, and this is fine.

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Patreon Relaunch Coming Soon

I'm going to be relaunching my Patreon in the near future, but all current VIP Patrons when the relaunch occurs will be rolled over into an exclusive tier not available thereafter. VIP Patrons have full access to all my books, novellas, and short stories. Only $10. www.patreon.com/DuncanWilson