#Fantasy Setting
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lsdoiphin · 3 months ago
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Perhaps you should just let this one slide. If you try to fight him, he'll probably just keep talking.
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xayasmrxsoftlyx · 2 months ago
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Imagine a Butterfly Alien
Imagine...
you're a human whose been farming and growing plants for as long as you could walk. You like the birds, the bees, the butterflies, even all the bugs that others thought were gross and useless...worthless, yet you've found appreciation of them.
you're also not ignorant to the fact that aliens have made their presence and cultures known to your world for a little while now. You've yet to meet any in your tiny farming village, but you're sure they can't be too different from any other humanoids you've met before. To say you're a black sheep to your village in those statements would be a massive understatement.
That's not to say you're surrounded by bigoted, closeminded individuals- on the contrary, your little village is eager anticipating meeting these new friends no matter what variety they are. So excited and willing to accommodate.
So, you're more than a little surprised when one day you hear a loud crash on your farm and go running over to investigate only to see a massive Butterfly Alien having torn his wing and crash landed your on your front lawn. Right near your butterfly bush, you reflect later. In the moment, you're sheepish to admit, you're spending the time panicking and crying.
At first, the Butterfly Alien is dazed and equally confused, interesting distended eyes seemingly peering around. You're sat next to him, face flushed and teary eyes, voice high pitched and fast paced; he's in pain and immediately notices tear within the upper quarter of his right wing. You can only assume he starts to suffer shock as he begins to violently tremble. At this point, you're more than upset at yourself for not going to at least one Culture seminar your village held to ease the welcome and culture shock of/for your future visitors.
You're frantic and nearly as trembly as the Butterfly Man you attempt to touch Him, but you flutter your hands around (adorably) unsure if you'd stress or hurt Him further. Tears finally begin to fall as the anxiety of it crests- the Alien flutters His wings quickly, almost desperately, as if gauging them, testing their abilities. You gasp loudly as the tear rips the top quarter of His wing off right in front of your eyes. You begin to hyperventilate as the Man begins to tremor again, whole body shaking like a leaf caught in the wind.
You can't quite see what happens next, eyes blurring your vision with thick tears causing you to wipe at them with the back of your hand. It's as you're doing that when the Butterfly Man moves. It's quicker than you imagine He could move before He's up; and one second later He's flying again.
He doesn't even appear to turn back as he glides up into the sky, as if He'd never crashed at all. You're left there blubbering, blurring vision flicking between the sky and the dinner plate sized wing remnant left in your yard.
You can't understand why, but when the breeze starts to pick up, you snatch the piece of his wing with your shaky hands and hurry inside feeling as if you'd seen a ghost. Unsure where to go with it or what to do with it, you find the biggest frame that you had that could fit it and frame it. It's the only way you can think of no harm coming to it further. It's beautiful, too, soft but vibrant colors popping against the whites of your wall as you hold it up in the sun.
You look into attending some of your village's culture seminars a few hours later after your heart stopped racing and mind spinning with everything that had happened.
Imagine as you're walking into town to see when the next Culture seminar is and you're hearing from whispered shadows as you're walking into town "did you see?" "did you hear?!" "They finally came!" "We need to throw a Welcome Festival!" "I wanna make them food to welcome them!" "I-I heard they're all...single..."
You fluster again when you reach the center of your village square, there's several insectoid aliens that have migrated to your village- drawn by its rich agriculture and farming lifestyles. There's only one Butterfly Alien, though, it's here, and only here, finally here that you get a good look at the person who literally crashed into you life.
He's not just beautiful, all colorful wings and lean muscles and graceful movements, He's handsome, too. He's got these masculine humanoid traits that add a rugged edge to His beauty- He's got a distinct jawline and defined cheekbones and whilst nothing about Him is particularly sharp or overtly (humanly) masculine, there's a defined demeanor to Him that pulls in favor of His handsomeness. The tear in His wing helps strongly to add that ruggedness.
It's hard to tell with eyes like his if you've met his gaze but with his posture shift and almost sheepish expression coming over him you feel as if you may have. You flush, flustered by his attention even so indirectly. The head of your village, MeeMaw, eagerly invites the couple of them into her space and once they're out of sight the whispers turn to full on chatter.
You huff, trying to push past how out of whack everything's become in one day and now you suppose you have a dual purpose for lingering by MeeMaw's quarters. You'll definitely need those Culture Seminars after today, and you suppose while you're at it....You could try and give the Butterfly Man His wing back to Him....You don't know if He needs it, but at the very least you'd have an excuse to talk to Him. You just hope you don't get shy on Him...you certainly didn't make the "best" first impression
(Little do you know, He thought it was so cute. So panicked over Him without knowing Him. So worried over Him without knowing He'd been there to peep on you after seeing just how cute you were tending to your farm
(Imagine He's just so grateful and thinks you're the cutest, sweetest little thing to save His wing for Him. Were you going to go looking for Him like some sweet and brave Knight in shining armor? How adorable!
(So sweet, little human, so cute! Gosh, you must be His! You must be made for Him! Why else would you have been so scared for him? You wouldn't save just anyone's amputated limb, would you? You must...love Him!
(You have no idea, either, until much later anyway, just how rare He is. Insectoid Aliens aren't the most intergalactically social so they're pretty rare off their own planets- Butterfly Aliens especially so, even more so. Mostly due to the fragility of their wings and inability to regrow. If someone wanted, it would be so easy to destroy or even rip His wings from Him, yet you wept over Him. Many would steal Him away, cage Him forever; yet you let Him free. Let Him keep His freedom. You're truly one of a kind. Just as He is.
(That must mean He's right- you are made for each other. He's glad you think He's handsome, He'd fight you for your love even if you were to think He isn't.
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loveandleases · 3 months ago
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ANOTHER ASK - KEKEKEKE
What class and/or occupation would each of the ROs be in a fantasy world? And let's say MC is just a random commoner who gets tangled into a bunch of trouble and just wanted to live a peaceful life after being jilted by their fiancee and ostracized from their family? (Except their Aunt, who is the whole reason why MC could start a new life with her in a nice establishment, like an inn or shop!)
Curious how Cam would interact with MC upon his first meeting - but feel free to add the childhood friend factor 👀
😂 Yeeees, this is probably my fav question. You always send good ones! (I just have such an urge to do something fantasy) ❤️ Cam - Rogue! All the way, he's already got practice. Eventually join a thieves' guild and become one of the higher ups before ya know it.
💙 G - Cleric. Probably one of the most prickly cleric's. Would get so pissed when people get hurt, say they deserve it. Then heal them and just mumble the entire time.
💚 Kara - Spellcaster, mainly because she thought the whip was cool. Then she actually began to excel at it.
💛 M - They would be an Arcane Storyteller. With a focus on romance/horror spells.
💜 Isaac - An alchemist! They would be pretty successful in a fantasy setting. Isaac would be a relatively good one, probably doing better than some of the other RO's honestly.
🖤 Ardent - Berserker, a blood thirsty one. Likely has a vendetta against the thieves' guild.
So if Cam and MC were childhood friends, they eventually lost contact growing up. Especially given Cam's initiation into the thieves' guild. Gonna put it below break because long!
Shit, shit shit shit.  
“Get him you dolts. How many fucking times has he made you look so pathetic!?” The man yells, as they try to keep up with the redheaded rogue.
Cam tore down the street, feet smacking against the cobblestone as he made his way around the throngs of people in the market. The guards were hot on his heels, as usual when they get a sight of that red hair. Who can blame them? He placed in the top three for best looking among the thieves’ guild. That thought alone causes his cheeks to flush, as he scratches his cheek. Now is definitely not the time to think about that.
They were getting closer, and he needed a quick way out. His eyes searched the crowd, looking for anything to help with his escape. He didn’t plan on getting caught, especially not today. The item in his pouch could easily fetch 300 gol to the right seller. Enough to cover the medicine for the kids at the guild, enough to put some food on the tables for over a week. With just enough leftover to pay off his tab at the inn.
A few feet away he spotted a fabric merchant’s stall, perched atop the tabletop, swaying precariously with the wind rests several stacks of colorful cloth. A myriad of colors and textures. Some he would never even dream of coming into contact with, well until now. With one calculated move, he slammed himself into the stall, the fabric falling into the dusty street. All except the pale green fabric he quickly grabs and uses to cover his hair. The merchant’s cries of protest cause the slightest pang of guilt. But he doesn’t look back- he knew the guards would be delayed momentarily.
He quickly ducks into a nearby alley, narrow and slightly overcast from the buildings on each side, winding his way through the labyrinth of back streets. The sounds of the bustling market, cries of the fabric merchant and guards fade behind him. The alley growing tighter in spots, the tall buildings cast deep shadows which Cam could easily use to his advantage if needed. As he rounded a corner, his escape was suddenly blocked.
His body collided with that of another, jarring them both. Cam staggers back, his eyes locking on the person before him. A brief flicker of recognition passes over their face, but not enough to make him stop what he was planning. Before either could speak, Cam grabs them. The guards’ steps closer now thanks to this little mess up.
In one quick motion, he grabs them pulling them tightly as his hand yanks out a dagger from his belt. The cool metal pressed close against the neck of the person before him. “Sorry,” he whispered, “I need to throw them off, and you just happened to be in my way.” Their eyes widen, not in fear, which Cam had expected. As the guards rounded the corner, their metal armor clinking loudly, MC with surprising speed, twisted around and slammed their forehead into Cam’s nose, with such force that sent stars dancing in his vision. “Fuck! What the hell, are you stupid. Ow-shit that smarts!”
Both stumbles back, blood pouring from their noses. Cam’s grip on his knife loosened, falling, and his would-be victim shoves him away, glaring at him with such anger it causes Cam’s skin to heat.
Shit, why do they look pretty all bloodied up?
Before he could stop himself, his hand slid up with intent to wipe the blood from the other person. Then it dawned on him…this has happened before. Well not nearly slicing the neck of someone while escaping from guards. But this person had headbutted him before, causing their noses to bleed. So very long ago.
“Red.” He whispers, watching as his former childhood friend looks him over.
“Cam!?”
The guards stand at the mouth of the street, taken aback by the sight before them. The rogue and supposed victim both stand bloodied. The confusion on the guard’s face was all the time he needed. Cam shoots a grin, vicious as blood seeped into his mouth, that which he spits on the cobblestone. “Tsk, listen I would like to buy you a drink before I take you back to my place, for old times sake. But we don’t have time. So, let’s catch up, ey?” He quickly pockets his knife, grabbing MC’s hand and begins sprinting down the alley.
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olis-inkwell-symposium · 1 month ago
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How do you make your fantasy world feel lived-in?
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Making a world feel lived-in requires more than just describing the landscape or architecture—it’s about creating the sense that the world has a history, a heartbeat, and its own rhythms of life. Here’s how I approach it:
Layered History: Every city, village, and ruin in my world has a past. I try to tie in subtle references to historical events, old conflicts, and forgotten legends that shape how people live today. By letting the remnants of the past—such as crumbling statues, faded murals, or cultural taboos—linger in the background, I create the impression that the world has been evolving long before the story begins.
Daily Life and Rituals: I focus on the small details of everyday life—what people eat, the music they listen to, how they celebrate and mourn. By showing the rhythm of daily activities, from bustling marketplaces to quiet moments in a temple, I give readers a glimpse into the culture and traditions of the world. These details make it feel like people are living their everyday lives outside the main plot, even if the protagonist isn’t there to see it.
Architecture and Geography: The physical layout of the world matters—how cities are built around rivers, mountains, or deserts, and how architecture reflects the culture and resources available. I like to create buildings and cities that tell stories themselves, with intricate designs, magical defenses, or decaying remnants of a once-glorious era. The way people interact with their environment adds depth to the world.
Senses: I try to engage all the senses when describing a setting—the smell of the sea, the taste of the air before a storm, the grit underfoot on a well-worn path. These sensory details make the world tangible, giving readers something they can feel, not just visualize.
The Mundane and the Magical: In a fantasy world, magic and the supernatural are often present, but I balance that by showing how the mundane aspects of life coexist with the extraordinary. Maybe magic is used casually, like enchanted brooms sweeping the streets, or it’s feared and tightly controlled. Either way, showing how the mystical fits into the everyday helps make the world feel more real.
Economy and Trade: Who trades with whom? What resources are valuable, and how do people get by in different regions? By grounding the world in economics—whether through thriving markets or resource scarcity—I give the setting a practical edge. These systems help define the way people interact, where power resides, and what drives the tensions in the world.
Flawed Systems: No world is perfect, and by including corrupt governments, failing infrastructures, or struggling populations, I show that this world isn’t static—it’s evolving, sometimes deteriorating. Conflict isn’t always about the grand battles; it’s also about the slow decay of a once-great city or the quiet resistance of a village against an oppressive regime.
By combining these elements, I make my worlds feel like places that exist beyond the plot—places with their own stories, lives, and rhythms that readers can immerse themselves in fully.
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assassin1513 · 2 months ago
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🌸🌷Roses Fantasy🌷🌸
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broncoburro · 11 months ago
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Fourth First Meeting
A comic wherein Prince Oscar is ambushed by meets an enigmatic viscount. He hasn't a clue what to think of him.
(Collab between me and @lsdoiphin !)
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plotandelegy · 1 year ago
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The Deep Wells of Magic: Drawing from Timeless and Novel Sources
Hello, and welcome to another one of my incredibly overdue writing guides. Where does the magic pulse from in your fictional world? What energy does your magic user draw forth to complete their spells? Here is a list of classical and somewhat unique magical sources you might use to craft your supernatural system. Remember, the key to originality is being a little twisty and the ability to mash concepts. Okay, maybe the first isn't a determining factor.
Sources:
Geographical landmarks
Celestial Events
Memories
Mythical creatures
Seasonal events
Ancestors
Secrets
Mirrors
Shadows
Dreams
Movements
Heartbeats
Ocean currents
Moonlight
Fragmented thoughts
Music
Echoes
Crystals
Wishes
Mana
Mystical ingredients
Special words
Color
Divine intervention
Relics
Chants
Symbols
Candles
Talismans
Meditation or trance
Sounds and silences
Emotions
Elemental forces
Sacred sites
Amulets
Magic dust
Energy residue
Wind
Weather
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corvidayyy · 8 months ago
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the hunter
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sadpugnation · 1 year ago
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Some concept art I'm working on for @dreams-of-wind-and-void!~ Thank you very much as always for giving me opportunity to work on such a cool projects, it's been my pleasure ~💜 --------------------- Commission info here --------------------- 💜BuyMeaCoffee💜Patreon💜
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devileaterjaek · 7 months ago
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cripplecharacters · 5 months ago
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What's your opinion on a character's disability staying even when they're shapeshifting? I accidentally gave one of my physically disabled characters shapeshifting powers (he was a shapeshifter before I made him disabled,) and I know getting rid of disability through shapeshifting is bad, so I was thinking I'd have him retain his disability in different forms. Like, if he's turned into a cat, he still has his blindness, old broken bones, and chronic pain, he's just now a cat with those things. Would it be erasure to include things like turning into a worm, which has no painful bones or spinal cord, to make his chronic pain bearable while he waits for pain medication to kick in? Being a worm is obviously not a viable long-term solution, he does not like being it, and it's only a temporary measure to sort of fix one very specific problem (very bad pain day but ibuprofen taking what feels like years to kick in,) but should I scrap that?
Hello gorgeous asker!
Anon I'm absolutely in love with every part of this ask. Perfect, amazing, please don't scrap any part of this. Turning into a worm as a temporary chronic pain relief is my new favorite thing and is very relatable. The character still retaining his disabilities when shapeshifting; even more perfect. Beautiful, excellent, keep writing anon, this sounds so delightful.
~ Mod Virus 🌸
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lsdoiphin · 5 months ago
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I've drawn him a few times but I needed to solidify the design for LORD URDAGAN, Vestur's worst lord. So I did.
(The snow nose on his snout alternate gets me every time.)
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chenria · 1 month ago
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Illustration for the upcoming NPC sheet on Patreon for my subscribed supporters. I needed to illustrate the "natural habitat" of Elyra ;) Sketch: Clip Studio Paint Outlines: Procreate Coloring: SAI 2 This was quite the challenge and a lot more work than I first anticipated... but I am quite pleased with the final outcome. I learned quite a lot with this piece.
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daily-fantasy-ideas · 10 months ago
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You know how societies tend to generally bury their dead in the ground and live atop said ground? What if that was reversed.
What if in dwarvish cultures instead of keeping the dead under the earth which'd be taking up valuable living space, they just had spots above ground with stone "burial" shacks where bodies in tightly sealed up coffins are left.
And to deter grave robbing they're typically without any adornment or memorabilia of what they had in life. These are instead left in shrines that exist underground that can be prayed to.
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tanaka-sama · 2 months ago
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ENG: ☆ Finally, after quite a long time, I bring you a small overview of the new animals of the planet Zongshtorn. of course, full information about them can be read a little later, when all the materials, including text, are ready. ☆ mokka, mokki or also known as mokkers (scat. "mokkakhoh" - "slug thicket") are creatures that look like snails, but, like all animals and most plants/ trees, they have huge sizes. they live in the area of the Korriban forest, which borders partly on the Aquaregion. therefore, mokka have a body structure and color, which distinguishes them from the usual forest inhabitants. ☆ mokka has many subspecies and each of them has its own role in a huge chain and it resembles a chess system. The ranking system is also similar to the lifestyle of the carsilions, although it differs from it. if the carcilions all live in the same carcilion, then the moccasins live in different mokkasins (a network of nests on the surface), which form some semblance of modern cities, communicating with each other by paths that are carefully guarded by knights. ☆perhaps, the mokka can be called one of the most advanced species in terms of nesting. There is a queen who is responsible for the future offspring of a particular royal family. She wears eggs on her belly and always walks accompanied by knights and a king, whom she chooses once for a lifetime. each mokkorus has only one queen and a king. ☆the knights are equipped with a poisonous glue sting and can see well in the dark. They protect the queen and their venom is fatal to both humans and tablecloths. There is also a high risk of death for dragons if the sting penetrates the armor. ☆the defenders always wear a shell, but unlike knights they are blind and cannot see not only in the dark, but also in the daytime. They are connected to the world by antennae and a tail, as well as good hearing. ☆ slow walkers - although they look scary, they mostly keep to themselves and dig tunnels. -------------------------------------------- RU: ☆ наконец, спустя довольно долгое время, несу вам небольшой обзор на новых животных планеты Зонгшторн. конечно, полную информацию о них можно будет прочитать чуть позже, когда будут готовы все материалы, текстовые в том числе. ☆ мокка, мокки или же, известные как моккеры (скат. "моккакхох" - "слизневая чаща") - внешне похожие на улиток существа, но, как и все животные и большинство растений/деревьев, обладающие огромными размерами. они обитают в области леса Коррибан, который граничит отчасти с Акварегионом. поэтому мокка имеют строение тела и окрас, что отличает их от привычных лесных обитателей. ☆ у мокка много подвидов и у каждого из них есть своя роль в огромной цепочке и она напоминает систему шахмат. система ранжирования так же похожа на образ жизни карсилионов, хоть и отличается от него. если у карсилионов все живут в одном карсилионнике, то у мокка - в разных моккорусах (сеть гнездовий на поверхности), которые образуют некоторое подобие современных городов, сообщаясь между собой тропками, которые тщательно охраняются рыцарями. ☆ пожалуй, мокка можно назвать одним из самых продвинутых видов в плане гнездования. ☆ есть королева, которая в ответе за будущее потомство конкретно королевского рода. она носит икринки на своем животе и всегда ходит в сопровождении рыцарей и короля, которого избирает раз на всю жизнь. у каждого моккоруса есть только одна королева и король. ☆ рыцари снабжены ядовитым клеевым жалом и хорошо видят в темноте. они защищают королеву и их яд смертелен как для людей, так и для скатеней. для драконов тоже высокий риск летального исхода, если жало пробьет броню. ☆ защитники всегда носят панцирь, но в отличие от рыцарей слепы и не видят не только в темноте, но и в дневное время. связью с миром им служат усики и хвост, а так же хороший слух. ☆тихоход�� - хоть и выглядят страшно, но в основном держатся особняком и роют тоннели.
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broncoburro · 1 year ago
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THE MANTICORE  🦁
A Forever Gold side comic, about how Lucas arrived at his unusual hair color.
Originally this was a response to an ask that I took way, way too far, ha! This is meant to explore why his red-and-gray hair is so contentious... he has many reasons to feel poorly towards his family, and they culminate here in his first real act of rebellion.
Quincy is his mostly silent cheerleader, though he may have contributed an idea or two. He’ll do anything for his oldest friend, after all.
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