#fidi art

[fidisart]

Manifesting s2 🏴‍☠️💘

[mantareidraws]

Mother Night's lullaby 🌌

A notepad I designed for @prophecies-foretold!! Cropped for the post, merch (2/2). Our little hero is well protected 💜

[vuelode-irbis]

rainbow and queer flags because a friend told me she had lots of wallpapers for this month and i thought "i want one too". you can use them if you like them too :>

ID: the first image shows a digitally drawn oriental dragon with the colors of the rainbow flag, they're closing their eyes and smiling with pride, their whiskers have the colors of the eight banded flag, and the dragon has a pink outline. Behind it, there's flag thought by Gilbert Baker. The second image shows the same dragon, except they have the queer flag colors and this flag is also behind them; their outline and whiskers are black. End ID.

[aspectofemerald]

Blender -> Plushie Fidi but make her chonkier because im me uwu

[mattebat]

*squeaky toy sound*

Look at me, doing tattoo flash and apprentice stuff

[stargazeypie]

fidi from hades! head designed by legsohotitfryegg on reddit, body designed by me!

[mysticdargon]

Say hello to Fidi! While this drawing is admittedly old, it's the best one I have of her currently, and so I think it works fine for her intro post.

Her lore is currently in flux a little bit, but the main basis is this: Fidi is an elf who comes from a long-standing draconic bloodline in the peaks of Highland. As the High Church starts further closing its fist around the Land, Fidi finds herself in the midst of a rebellion alongside two members of the long-gone Dragonguard, fighting to release the islands from their clutches.

Her (and their) story is just one of many tangled threads across the Eilands, the details of their interweaving being something still under progress. She holds a special place in my heart, similar to Koraki, since they were both very early characters of mine <3

[addysfandomdump]

Sketch spreads of my BNHA OC project (mostly Chiyoko)

[mysterei]

[ask-teamspectrum]

Perhaps you've heard of an ancient warrior whose stare could turn the warmest hearts to stone. Perhaps you've heard of a wretched ruler whose magic would burn through solid steel to kill those who evaded them. At the bottom of it all, Seraphim Fidi, Creation of Ozymandias, Exempt from the Fates, will repay justice 10 fold.

[silentwalrus1]

tags from op

regrettably, neither is them being even a little bit ironic

[fidisart]

Late to the Arcane party, but here's my obligatory Jinx redraw that only took me 1 year 🩵💙

[ofmd-ann]

I recently won a fic commission in the "Our Flag Means Pride" charity raffle by @adoptourcrew

Thank you to the hugely talented @ferventrabbit for donating her time and skills to writing this gorgeous piece for me 👏🔥 Go read it!

Thank you to Fidi @fidisart as well for the art that inspired it 💕 (give that some love too, linked below!)

Rating: E Summary: Ed notices Stede looking at him more than usual, leaving them both a bit hot and bothered. He proposes a failsafe plan to give them both a reset. What could go wrong? Set sometime between 2x05 and 2x06

[melpomenelamusa]

Pity Party Pt. 2 - Chimeras

~Original story~

Previous

CW: Multiple whumpees, lady whumper, pet whump, exhibition, attempted sexual harassment, panic attack, electrocution, shock collar, forced to watch.

Fidi had already warned Tigri that the exhibition would not be a pleasant experience. Still, nothing prepared him for what he would experience there.

As soon as they arrived, they were guided and placed on their platforms, like a piece of art ready to be contemplated. Fidi was located a little ahead of him, to his right, so he could only see her back. The girl had remained in the same position since they arrived, and if he hadn't known, Tigri would have really thought she was some kind of museum statue.

As time went by and more people arrived at the exhibition, Tigri felt more uncomfortable. The pants were too tight for his taste, and they also squeezed the area where his tail was born. The transparent shirt exposed his bare chest, which clearly made him feel very exposed. He also didn't like showing his stripes in public, those black marks like tattoos that crossed his back, arms and cheeks, forming irregular lines.

He tried to tell himself that it would only be a moment, that it would pass; But he couldn't, and it was all because of those women. Most of those who stopped to see him were women in their forties, wrapped in expensive fabrics, jewelry and layers of makeup. The worst thing was that they didn't even pretend. He saw them there whispering, pointing at him with their fingers and taking pictures with their phones.

"I like this one, he looks well endowed," said one of them, without taking her eyes off his crotch.

Tigri decided to turn around, feeling his face hot with shame and humiliation. If it had stayed there, just in words and lascivious looks, he could have ignored it; but the problem was that it didn't just stay there.

"Touch it, it's very soft!" said someone, after pulling his tail.

"I want to touch something else." 

Suddenly there were hands that launched themselves at his body, trying to touch or squeeze. Tigri moved around trying to avoid them, but they surrounded him as if he had fallen into a pool of hungry piranhas.

“Look how he moves his tail and his little ears!”

“If I could, I would take him with me tonight.”

“Those muscles are a good show, too bad he's an animal.”

“I wouldn't mind if he was an animal with me in bed.”

Tigri felt the voices entering his ears like a swarm of poisonous bees. He wanted to leave, he wanted to go home, he wanted to see his mother, his father, play with Joshi, hug Zuri...

It was then that someone touched his face to try to kiss him. Tigri felt a shiver that ran through him from the tip of his tail to his head. His fingers tickled, his claws came out and without thinking he swiped forward.

Someone screamed and the smell of blood reached his nostrils, choking him. Tigri couldn't breathe, not with so many people watching him (why were there so many people watching him?). There were too many eyes, too many hands, too much noise. "I don't want to be here" repeated itself like a broken record in his mind, contributing to the chaos and increasing his anguish. He felt his chest hurt and his head began to feel like an inflated balloon that would burst at any moment.

I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here...

Suddenly, among the whirlwind of sounds, he heard a sweet voice calling him.

“Tigri, listen to me, breathe with me. 1, 2, 3…”

Tigri tried to breathe as the voice told him. Each inhalation made his chest tremble and each exhalation felt as if something was compressing his thorax; however, after several repetitions, he felt a little calmer.

“Good, good, like this,” said Fidi.

Tigri wanted to smile at her, thank her, anything. Ever since that nightmare began, Fidi had been there to support him. He owed her too much. Maybe that was why, when the girl suddenly let out a cry of pain and fell to her knees, Tigri felt his entire body go into fighting mode.

"Fidi!" he screamed.

"One more move and I'll turn up the voltage!"

Tigri backed away, watching Madame Lavenza walk towards them through the crowd, who moved aside as she passed. The woman looked furious, on a level Tigri had never seen before.

"You're an insolent animal," she said, through gritted teeth, almost as if she were spitting out the words.

Anger surged through Tigri like a flare.

"This is all your fault, you fucking bitch!"

It was all that woman's fault. It was her fault that both Fidi and he were trapped, forced to play Barbie dolls for this whole bunch of fuckers. If she wanted to fight this time, then he was going to fight back.

“You’re going to pay for this!” Madame Lavenza exclaimed.

Tigri spread his arms, feeling his claws emerge from the tips of his fingers. His tail lashed out and his body took a more crouched stance, ready to strike. The woman took a step forward, but at the last moment she turned towards Fidi’s figure, still on the ground, and kicked her hard in the face.

Tigri could only stand paralyzed as he watched the girl collapse, a trickle of blood coming out of the corner of her mouth, and before he could do anything else, Madame Lavenza grabbed Fidi by the hair and slammed her head into the floor. The blow echoed in the boy’s ears like a gong.

“Enough!” said Tigri.

All the fire he had felt inside him stirred even more strongly, but his body did not move. Madame Lavenza released the snake girl. She picked up the small remote control, the one that connected to their collars, and pressed a button. Fidi screamed again, affected by the electricity.

"Leave her alone!" Tigri demanded.

His voice sounded full of desperation. All the fury that had previously overwhelmed him had vanished and been replaced by fear, the fear of knowing that this simple woman with dyed blonde hair and Botox, the one who only with the highest heels reached his height and who was lucky to be half his size, was much more powerful than him.

"You'll have to ask me in a nicer way, kitten," Madame Lavenza said in a sing-song tone.

She pressed the button again and Fidi writhed on the ground. Her screams were the worst thing Tigri had ever heard and he felt as if his chest was being squeezed, breaking his heart with each scream.

“Please, please, Ma'am, don't hurt her, she has nothing to do with it, it's not her fault!”

Tigri felt tears well up in his eyes. Madame Lavenza watched him as if she were analyzing him.

“You still haven't convinced me.”

Fidi, who seemed to have difficulty catching her breath, tried to get away from the scene, crawling away; but the woman took two strides and crushed the girl's back with her shoe, digging the heel into the center of her spine as if she wanted to break it in half.

“And where are you going?” she said, before grabbing Fidi by the hair and starting to drag her around the room as if she were a simple suitcase. The girl's struggles were almost nonexistent, and Tigri saw more blood sliding down the side of her face.

“Please, Madame, I won't do it again, it was my fault, it was my fault.”

Tigri threw himself to the ground. If he had to lower himself like that to prevent her from hurting Fidi further, he would do it.

"It's my fault, punish me," he continued. He had gotten on his knees and leaned down until his forehead touched the floor, feeling the coldness of the tile against his hot skin. He hoped that this gesture would be enough to calm Madame Lavenza's mood; for fuck's sake, he was willing to kiss her foot if she asked him to; when then he heard a thud, followed by the sound of breaking glass.

He raised his head and watched in horror as Madame Lavenza slammed Fidi's face into one of the mirrors on the wall. The platinum surface cracked like a spider's web, even letting some pieces fall. Pieces stained with blood.

"Okay, I accept your apology," the woman said, as she untangled her fingers from Fidi's hair. The girl collapsed to the floor, and the sound of her skull connecting with the tiles for the second time echoed in the room, which had suddenly become deathly silent.

Fidi's face was bloody, full of cuts on her lips, forehead and cheeks, and on her pale skin the blood looked even brighter.

Fidi did not move. Tigri could not even see if she was breathing...

Suddenly Madame Lavenza was in front of him. With a finger under his chin she lifted his head. Tigri's mouth was open in a gasp that he couldn't articulate and tears were already running freely down his cheeks.

"She deserved punishment too," the woman said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “She disobeyed by abandoning her position and contributing to the scandal.”

Tigri was frozen. He couldn't take his eyes off the inert body of his friend, the only one who accompanied him to try to overcome that hell.

It's my fault she's like this, he thought.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he barely noticed when metal handcuffs closed around his wrists. Someone grabbed him by the arm and lifted him roughly, making him walk towards the exit. A guy, who Tigri recognized as one of those who worked for Madame Lavenza, picked Fidi up and carried her on his shoulder as if she were a sack of potatoes.

They left the building, heading towards where two cars were already waiting for them. Fidi was loaded into a different vehicle than Tigri.

“When we get back you will receive your well-deserved punishment,” Madame Lavenza said, without even looking at the boy again, as she leaned back against the soft leather seat and crossed her arms.

Isn't this punishment enough?, he thought, watching the second vehicle start up and disappear down the street, taking his friend with it. Isn't this my punishment, to see someone innocent suffer and feel pain while I can't do anything?

But instead he only replied:

“Yes, Ma'am.”

The trip back was silent.

Next

Taglist: @scoundrelwithboba @morning-star-whump @lancedoncrimsonwings @3-2-whump @whumped-by-glitter @string-of-broken-hearts

I'm so sorry, Tigri qwq

The worst part is that it doesn't even end here. We hope they are okay. Thanks for reading! ⭐

[susieporta]

Ama la tua solitudine e cerca di cantare con il dolore che ti causa. Per chi ti sta vicino è lontano e questo dimostra che lo spazio intorno a te inizia a crescere vasto. Sii felice della tua crescita, in cui ovviamente non puoi portare nessuno con te, e sii gentile con chi resta indietro; sii sicuro di te e sereno davanti a loro e non tormentarli con i tuoi dubbi e non spaventarli con la tua fede o la tua gioia, cosa che loro non farebbero essere in grado di comprendere. Cerca un sentimento semplice e vero di ciò che hai in comune con loro, che non deve necessariamente cambiare quando cambi tu stesso ancora e ancora; quando li vedi, ama la vita in una forma che non è tua e sii indulgente verso chi sta crescendo vecchi, che temono la solitudine di cui ti fidi e non ti aspetti alcuna comprensione; ma credi in un amore che ti viene conservato come un'eredità, e abbiate fede che in questo amore c'�� una forza e una benedizione così grande da poter viaggiare fino a dove vuoi senza doverne uscire. ~Rainer Maria Rilke

(Libro: Lettere a un giovane poeta https://amzn.to/46WzzRc )

(Arte: Dipinto di Andrew Wyeth)

[rhpsdys]

( promises to do stuff on my other blog ) ( comes right over here to make a headcanon post )

so in all my human realm verses, raine is from new york. i've been pretty vague about what the actual structure among magic users is here, though it's been loosely based on the world established in wwdits. but as i was walking through the part of brooklyn today where i imagine raine lived before getting their job up at lincoln center && moving there, i started parsing out how to translate the wiser coven system from toh to these verse.

basically, the coven system isn't as rigidly enforced here as it is in canon — it's much closer to what it should have been: a simple way of allowing witches who specialize in the same kind of magic to work together, learn from each other, && get stronger.

( witches as they exist here are defined as a partial human with fae blood. this could mean having one human parent && one fae parent, or just having a fae ancestor. how strong their magic is depends on how present the fae blood is, && a witch with strong enough genes will be born with pointed ears — the only physical characteristic setting them apart from humans. )

there are nine covens, && each is based in a different part of new york city. in a way, these neighborhoods could be considered each coven's territory ( three guesses as to where this idea comes from lmao ).

the bard coven is based in manhattan on the midtown/upper west side cusp, with lincoln center (a major performing arts complex) as the hub. their territory spans roughly from west 60th to 72nd st, && is bordered by central park && west end ave.

the beast keeping coven is based in the bronx, && their territory includes the bronx river forest/new york botanical garden/bronx zoo. this should be self explanatory.

the construction coven is based in fidi, bordered by the west side highway && the hudson, battery park on the south end, && the northen end of city hall park. however, they operate much more vastly — construction coven witches can be found anywhere there's a subway station.

the plant coven is based in brooklyn! they occupy the full span of the brooklyn botanic garden && prospect park.

the potions coven is based in staten island. i don't know the island that well, honestly, but i imagine they're pretty far inland, probably around todt hill.

the abomination coven is based in queens. they have to work pretty far out of the way, since their magic is objectively the least subtle. the operate on the island by jfk, but most live in the howard beach && wakefield areas.

the oracle coven is also based in queens, but on the north end, between downtown flushing && corona.

the healing coven is based on the upper east side of manhattan, centered around the new york-presbyterian medical complex/weill cornell medical center, naturally. their territory spans from east 60th to 79th st, with the east river && park ave to either side.

&& finally, the illusionist coven is at the southernmost tip of brooklyn, brighton beach, located around coney island.