#fantastic creatures

[ashenwaves]

🌿Swamp Song🌿

I redrew this old one a little and gave it a more lively color. Now I like it better :)

[lepetitdragonvert]

Grimm’s Household Tales

Edited and partly translated anew by Marian Edwardes

E. P. Dutton & Co

New York

1912

Artist : R. Anning. Bell

Princess and the Dragon

[sfaira]

I made a tiny little doodle of a long heralidc creature while exploring visuals for work and while it wasn't what we needed for the project I fell in love with him and decided to sketch a full version. Behold a lion..serpent...thing?

[fantastic-creatures]

Angels on Earth

[compulsiveglassmuncher]

shrimps should have been made so thay you could put them in yoir pocket and pet them in your palm from time to time

[emmaklee]

Kazumasa Nagai | exhibition poster

[dieletztepanzerhexe]

apotropaic masks, a griffin, a deer and some crosses carved on a romanesque church in Inowrocław

schematic but cute deer

[daryarty-galaxy]

The Spirit of the Forest 🌿

Digital art and sketch ✏

[monstredesignesyherd]

Byakhee

A drawing (one of several) of a monster from the Lovecraftian mythos.

A few months ago I started to do some drawings of them and researching the mythos.

Because I was bored.

And ended up doing a … few drawings about it.

Despite not being a big fan of lovecraft I did really get into it this time around.

Still can’t read one of his writings, they suck to read. Listen to is an other story for me.

Regardless a Byakhee is “a predator who travels the vacuum of interstellar space. One could ride a Byakhee to anywhere in the cosmos.” ~quoted/ paraphrased from the fandom wiki.

I got really into the dreamlands and the monsters. After all that’s one of the most interesting parts of his writings.

What else dose he have to offer? intriguing characters? I think not.

Let’s just call it a like-loath relationship. But whatever I got a few drawings from a few month long hyper-fixation.

This little guy was a lot of fun to draw! And I do adore how alien most of his and his associates aliens tend to be!

[angryphilosophercat-blog]

SkySurfers Oil on Canvas. 50x60cm. The ‘SkySurfers’ are a normad people, they rise from village to village to trade by selling high value products such as dream viands and cotton candy silks. They move super fast for their biogas filled fish birds. https://www.schaap-art.nl/product/skysurfers/

[kdmatheson]

"MOON-POOKAH" kd matheson, 2023

[psychopacifist-rm-arts]

I’m in the same situation

As lonely man on the Moon,

And that’s because, and that’s because

He’s smiling back at me too.

And we understand each other indeed.

The lonely man on the Moon and me.

[lepetitdragonvert]

Unicorns ! Unicorns ! by Geraldine McCaughrean

1997

Artist : Sophie Windham

[water-demons]

Some infos about kelpies' awesome smile. Ocs are Vasco (freshwater) and Esmée (saltwater).

Don't forget that saltwaters are bigger than freshwaters... you don't want to approach Esmée, believe me-

[arthistoryanimalia]

For when you can't decide between #FishFriday and #FrogFriday:

David Gilhooly (American, 1943-2013) Merfrog and her Pet Fish, 1979 white earthenware & glazes, 7 x 6 x 7 3⁄8 in. (17.8 x 15.2 x 18.7 cm) Smithsonian American Art Museum & Renwick Gallery 2007.47.12

"David Gilhooly made his first ceramic frog during a friendly mug-making competition among classmates at the University of California–Davis. This inspired the artist to create a whole civilization composed entirely of frogs, ranging from Napoleon-inspired frog busts to frog-Egyptian gods. Gilhooly originally thought about making pigs, but decided not to, stating: "The trouble with making a PigWorld rather than the FrogWorld was that pigs are 'loaded.' That is, people have a lot of negative ideas that are attached to pigs...." In Merfrog and her Pet Fish, Gilhooly refers to one of his favorite themes, fertility, by creating an absurdly voluptuous frog surrounded by devoted singing companions." (Artist's website, www.davidgilhooly.com, January 2006)

[medusapelagia]

27 AU-gust: Fantastic Creatures

Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: age difference (when they meet Steve is only a child and Eddie is older) WC: 1578

It's not the first time that his father hit him, but it's the first time that he ran away after.

His dad will be furious when he finds out that he left from the window.

It wasn't easy as they show in the movies, and both his knees are bleeding and his jeans are broken, but all Steve wants to do is run away from the house. Run away from the man that hits him every time he plays a little louder, the man that scares everyone away.

There was a time when he was different.

When Steve was happy to see him back home.

A time when they played together, and laughed and… and it seems so long ago now.

After his grandpa’s death, everything changed.

His father told him that he was no longer a kid and that he had no time to lose with silly fantasies and took away all his books, leaving him time only to do homework or sports.

His mother has tried to talk to him but with no success. His father has become only meaner and more violent, and so he has decided to run, convinced that if he runs far enough he will get to Aunt Mary's house.

He loves Aunt Mary's house, it's on the coast, and you can hear the ocean roar when there is a storm.

It's in a place called California and he knows that it's not close, but maybe if he keeps running he will get there, or at least he will be able to leave the woods and ask for directions to someone.

He shouldn’t be in the woods, his fathers always told him that they are dangerous, but he feels that his home is even more dangerous, so he keeps running.

He falls, getting all his clothes dirty, god, his father is going to be so pissed! 

He gets up but he can't run anymore, so he walks through the bushes. The moon is still shining and he can see her light in the dark and he feels less lonely.

He loves the moon. Her gentle brightness. 

"Are you lost, little one?"

Steve stops abruptly, looking around himself but seeing no one.

"You seem to need some help, don't you, little one?"

He turns around to find the source of the voice and he stumbles on some roots which come to the surface. He braces himself for the impact with the ground but he doesn't fall. A long white arm is holding him tight.

"Didn't you hurt yourself enough?"

The voice is sweet and calm and Steve lifts his eyes to find a beautiful man with dark eyes holding him.

It takes him a moment to see that the man has wings!

They look like dragonfly's wings.

"Do you like them?"

He nods, astonished. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

The man smiles like he can read his thoughts.

"Tell me, where were you going all by yourself on this wonderful night?"

"I'm going to see my aunt. Mary. She lives in California.”

The man mumbles “California, uh? Isn’t that a little far from Hawkins?”

“It is. But my aunt lives there and I want to go live with her.”

“I see… You don’t like your home?”

Steve shakes his head “My dad hates me. He beat me. Look!” he lifts his jacket showing a big blue bruise on his abdomen.

“Does it hurt?”

“Only if I touch it.”

“Like this?” the man asks pushing harder on his abdomen.

Steve tries to pull away, but the man's hold is strong.

He whimpers, feeling tears in his eyes.

“Don’t cry, little one. It’s all gone.”

The man removes his hand and Steve sees that the bruise is no longer there.

“How did you do it?”

“Magic.” he replies with a smirk “Would you like me to heal your knees too?”

Steve thinks about it for a long time, it hurt a lot when the man healed him, but now he feels so much better, so he nods.

“My little one is so brave…” the man praises him, and then the sharp pain is the only thing that fills Steve’s mind.

“Now what?” he asks to the man when his injuries are all healed.

“Do you still want to go to California?” the man asks and Steve tilts his head, confused.

“Are you really magic?”

The man nods.

“Can you really get me to California?”

“I can.”

“Will you?”

“I’d rather prefer not.”

“Why?”

The man sits on the ground, gesturing to Steve to sit in his lap “I want to tell you a story. A long long time ago there was a moon fairy, with black hair and dark eyes, that was waiting for the little moon of his life. He waited for the longest time, and when he finally felt that his little moon was born, it was taken away from him.” he pauses, while Steve looks at him with interest “He got so mad that he threatened to break the entire world if his little moon wasn’t returned to him. So his guards, his friends, and even his enemies started to look for his little moon. One night, when the moon was shining very brightly, he heard his little moon crying, so he ran toward the sound and found a little man, wandering around the woods, all alone. He was the most beautiful child he had ever seen. His skin was white as the moon, his eyes golden as the stars, and his little ears were pointed.” he continues, tapping on the kid's nose and smiling at Steve’s little giggle.

“The moon fairy knew that the beautiful child was the little moon that was stolen from him, but to be absolutely sure he had to touch his soul. Will you let me touch your soul, little one?”

Steve is mesmerized by the man and he nods without even asking what that means.

The man hugs him even tighter, their forehead touches and Steve feels a gentle hand looking through his mind, through his memories, reading them like a book.

He goes back to the fight with his father, back to the time when he was happy, back to the first time he came home in a stroller, and finally back to the night he was born, on the other side of the moon.

“I knew it was you. They brought you so far from me that I couldn’t find you, but tonight I heard your cry and I came for you. Would you like to go back home with me?”

“Home?” He asks confused.

The man brushes Steve’s hair away from his face “I don’t know how those stupid humans could ever believe that they gave birth to someone so beautiful as you.” He continues hugging the kid “You are a fairy, Stevie, just like me. You are my soulmate and I would love to bring you back home with me.”

“A fairy?”

“A changeling. A fairy that was switched at birth with a human.” He explains to an even more confused Steve.

“But I don’t have wings.” He complaints.

“You will, once we are back home, the moon will make you stronger and your wings will finally appear.”

Steve stares at the moon, he always loved it and now he knows why he always felt so connected.

“Home?” He asks, still starting.

“If you want I’ll bring you there right now.”

Steve stretches his arms and the black fairy easily picks him up.

When he opens his eyes they are in a forest of white trees and his skin shines even brighter.

“Welcome home, little one.” The black fairy whispers in his ear while Steve feels his shoulders tingle.

The black fairy removes his jacket and finally, some little wings emerge from Steve's back.

They are small and tender, but they are wings nonetheless.

"I have wings!" he states, astonished.

The black fairy smiles "When they are strong enough I'll teach you to fly. Would you like that?"

Steve nods, eagerly, then he looks down at the little planet that he used to call home.

"Could I fly back to Earth?" he asks, and the older fairy's face becomes serious.

"You could. Not by flying but by magic. But why would you do that? Do you miss Earth?"

Steve thinks for a long moment about his family, his friends, his Aunt Mary, and her home near the sea and he finds out that he doesn't really miss them, it's only that they were familiar and all of this is not.

The black fairy picks him up, holding him on his hip like a little child and he finds himself grabbing his neck.

"I know that this is new and it can seem scary to you. But I promise that you'll love it. Can you give me a chance?"

Steve stares at the man who is holding him with more care than his parents ever did. But he doesn't know this man. He doesn't even know his name.

"You can call me Eddie." he says, and then he opens his wing "Are you ready to fly?" he asks, and after a moment they are flying over the trees toward a white castle. Steve's little wings wiggle in the air and Eddie chuckles "I'm sure you will start to fly in no time, little one."

Steve blushes at the praise, feeling more happy than he has ever felt before.