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[boneee647]

Geno(wolf) from my AU (Mythicaltale)

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Eu acabei esquecendo de postar esses desenhos aqui-- =D

Bem, apreciem os novos designs dos personagens de MythicalTale!! Lembrando que eu tô reescrevendo a fanfic ^^

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"Parzival" is a Middle High German verse epic by Wolfram von Eschenbach, which tells the captivating story of Parzival, a young man who grows up in ignorance and embarks on an adventurous journey to become a knight. Along his path, he faces various challenges that not only teach him about the world of chivalry but also about love, suffering, and the importance of compassion. His greatest adventure undoubtedly lies in the quest for the Holy Grail, a mythical object promising spiritual enlightenment and ultimately making him the Grail King. The story of Parzival is rich in symbolism, weaving together themes such as self-discovery, guilt, atonement, and the search for spiritual fulfillment in a fascinating tapestry.

Although "Parzival" originated in a different time and culture, it continues to offer valuable lessons to readers today about the human experience and the quest for a deeper understanding of oneself and the world around us. The story speaks to the universal journey that we all undertake in one way or another, in the pursuit of finding our destiny and discovering our own inner light.

Text supported by Chat-GPT-4.0 These image is generated with StableDiffusion v1.5. The poses and the backround were obtained with ControlNet v1.1.410 via open pose. Faces and background overworked with composing and inpainting.

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Glittering Frost Shaina Tranquilino December 26, 2024

In the northern reaches of the world, cradled between jagged mountains and an endless expanse of snow, lay the village of Vinterhollow. Every winter, a miracle unfolded there: the Glittering Frost. As the first true cold of the season settled in, the trees surrounding the village would transform overnight. Their bare branches would shimmer with a frost so brilliant it caught the morning sun like a thousand diamonds, casting rainbows that danced across the white landscape.

The villagers celebrated the phenomenon with a festival. They draped the frost-covered trees with ribbons and lanterns, feasting beneath the glistening canopy. Travelers came from far and wide to marvel at the sight, bringing gifts of gold and spices, their laughter filling the frigid air. It was said that the Frost was a blessing, a gift from Ylva, the Winter Spirit who protected the valley.

But there was one rule—never touch the Frost.

It was whispered to be sacred, a direct manifestation of Ylva's power. Those who dared to brush a finger against the glittering ice were said to vanish, spirited away by the Winter Spirit. It was a tale told to children and skeptics alike, the kind of story meant to keep curiosity in check.

Despite the warnings, one young woman named Elen was drawn to the Frost like a moth to flame. Unlike her neighbors, who reveled in the festival's warmth and cheer, she felt a gnawing unease about the Frost. It wasn’t just its beauty that unsettled her—it was the silence beneath it. No birds perched on the sparkling branches. No animals wandered near the frost-laden trees. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath as it passed through the shimmering woods.

On the third night of the festival, when lanterns glowed faintly under a crescent moon and the villagers danced in the square, Elen crept away. Wrapping her fur cloak tightly around her, she ventured into the frost-coated forest, her breath puffing like ghostly wisps in the cold air.

The trees were even more enchanting up close. The frost on their branches pulsed faintly, as though alive. Elen hesitated, her hand hovering near a branch. What harm could a single touch do? she thought.

Her fingers brushed the frost. It was colder than anything she had ever known, a chill so intense it burned. She gasped and pulled back her hand, but the damage was done.

The world around her changed in an instant. The frost began to crackle, the sound sharp and echoing. The glittering beauty drained away, leaving the branches blackened and skeletal. The air grew heavy with the scent of iron, and the silence was broken by a low, keening wail that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.

Elen turned to flee but found herself frozen in place. A figure stepped out from the shadows of the trees. It was Ylva—or what the villagers believed to be Ylva. She was not the benevolent spirit of their songs and stories. Her form was tall and gaunt, her face obscured by a veil of frost that shimmered with malevolence. Her voice, when it came, was the sound of ice fracturing on a frozen lake.

"You dare to take what is not yours," Ylva hissed.

Elen tried to explain, to apologize, but her words turned to vapor in the icy air. Ylva raised a hand, and the frost began to creep up Elen's legs, binding her to the forest floor.

"You are the price for their beauty," Ylva said. "For each branch that glitters, a life must pay."

As the frost consumed her, Elen's last thought was of the villagers, blissfully unaware of the truth behind their beloved Frost.

The next morning, the festival continued, the villagers marveling at the trees' renewed brilliance. The Frost was even more radiant than before, they said, a sign that Ylva was pleased.

But no one noticed Elen's absence.

And deep in the forest, a new tree stood among the others, its branches glittering with a frost that pulsed faintly, as though alive.

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The Legend of Alvíss: How Thor Tricked the Wisest Dwarf

What happens when the sunlight meets a legendary dwarf? Find out now!

In this video, we unravel the extraordinary tale of Alvíss, the wisest dwarf in Norse mythology. Renowned for his boundless knowledge, Alvíss dared to ask for Þrúðr, Thor's daughter, as his bride. But instead of agreeing or fighting, the God of Thunder used his cunning to challenge the dwarf. We’ll reveal how Thor tricked Alvíss with endless questions, turning the dwarf's wisdom against him and leading him to an unexpected fate. Discover how the sunlight, a symbol of truth and doom, transformed Alvíss into stone. A story of intelligence, deception, and mythology, showing how even wisdom can falter against divine cunning. Get ready to dive into one of the most fascinating and lesser-known tales of the Norse world!

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The Eternal Horror of The Father and Son

A spirit learns about the Divine Plan. While her friends coward, she was intrigued. Why would God want to bring someone to Dred? To punish, reward, or perhaps something more? Something intangible to a flicker called a soul.

Is that why God disappeared and vowed a curse should he appear? For no aware soul will ever know what is to be God in constant battle with his son. Except a daring one.

She jested her friends to escape a fate worse than death. Let us hide as objects, she said. For why would God want a piece of a soul than the soul itself.

She made a payara out of her friends and their fear. For if Dred is a divine curse, would it not seek the worst?

Her mask was a cheating gift. She came to Dread and bowed in grace to the disgusted Father and Son and offered them a break. Make me God and Satan just to breathe. I would love to take your place in eternity.

The Father looked aghast while the Son sneered and said, let us intrigue this Witch’s gift. For once, they agreed.

They cursed her as one and called her Ying/Yang. They made her realize she could never escape her fate.

For she was absolute all along. Forever and never able to touch another eternal soul. The Father and Son went home together and left her alone. 

(I wrote the story myself. It's part of a larger project. With AI now present in our field, I took the advantage of its time saving capabilities to create Images with the help of AI tools from Artbreeder. Though the images are not exact, it does give me a clue to how I want my dreams to be realized. AI is a tool to help rather than our replacement. If not our companion.)

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"Embark on an Enchanting Odyssey with 'Divine Delights'"

Step into the enchanting world of Hindu mythology with 'Divine Delights' by Meera Mandakini, a literary treasure trove that promises to captivate both young and old alike. This captivating book invites readers on a journey through the timeless tales of beloved deities like Lord Rama, Krishna, Ganesha, and more, offering a rich tapestry of cultural insights, moral lessons, and entertaining adventures.

At the heart of 'Divine Delights' lies a collection of stories deeply rooted in Hindu mythology, each one brimming with vibrant characters and spellbinding narratives. From the heroic exploits of Lord Rama to the mischievous antics of Krishna, these tales have endured through the ages, imparting timeless wisdom and sparking the imagination of generations.

But 'Divine Delights' is more than just a collection of stories—it's a gateway to a world of wonder and discovery. As readers delve into the pages of this book, they'll not only be entertained by thrilling adventures but also enriched by the cultural heritage and spiritual significance of Hindu mythology.

For parents and educators seeking to instill values of compassion, courage, and kindness in young hearts, 'Divine Delights' serves as an invaluable resource. Through these age-old tales, children learn not only about the traditions and beliefs of Indian culture but also about the universal themes of love, friendship, and the triumph of good over evil.

Available on Amazon, 'Divine Delights' promises to be a cherished addition to any home or classroom library. Whether read aloud as bedtime stories or explored independently by curious minds, this book is sure to spark curiosity, inspire imagination, and leave a lasting impression on readers of all ages.

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📚🌄 The Enigma of Ramayana in the Rigveda 🌄📚

Unravel the mystery surrounding the presence of Ramayana in the Rigveda, an ancient treasure trove of wisdom and tales. 🔗

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🐵✨ Explore "The Monkey King of the Tranquil Mountains" – A Tale of Adventure & Wisdom! 📖

Dive into the enchanting world of "The Monkey King of the Tranquil Mountains" – a captivating story filled with adventure, wisdom, and timeless lessons. Perfect for readers who love mythical journeys and inspiring narratives. Visit now to uncover the magic! 🌿🐒 #MonkeyKing #AdventureStory #MythicalTales

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The Whisper of Shadows

Seraphina #TheWhisperOfShadows #FantasyStory #Sorceress #CorruptQueen #Darkness #Eloria #EpicBattle #Redemption #MagicVsDarkness #Betrayal #FantasyAdventure #DarkMagic #HerosJourney #FantasyWorld #BookAdaptation #MythicalTales #FantasyStorytelling #Heroine #GoodVsEvil

[boneee647]

Happy new year, yeah)

Mother and her little angel son)

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In darkness we forge our own destiny. #DevilPower #KatanaBond #MythicalTales

😈🔥⚔️ In darkness, we forge our own destiny. #DevilPower #KatanaBond #MythicalTales https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMDhqQz5_mY via Nemesis Cloud Art https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCY8fXg4HgP3jJceHHqbnUaQ June 25, 2024 at 11:37PM

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This is Error 410 AKA Synth! He's the God of the Mythosverse.

Mythic Link is a Chimera of a Spider, Anthropoid and a dragon. So, basically an Eldritch terror of sorts.

His basic background is that he, his friends and family and his mate created the Multiverse but, it was destroyed by a homicidal Voidling known as Coil.

Coil destroyed the original MythosTale, killing everyone Synth held close but in the end he won and sealed Coil away where no one could ever find her again.

Synth took what remained of his destroyed home and the remains of his mates fledgling sister Multiverse and created the Mythosverse.

Because the Mythosverse has two cores from two separate Multiverses, it ended up becoming larger with two main Universes for AU's to spread out from. The new MythosTale and its Sister counterpart, MythicalTale.

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The Winter Queen's Bargain Shaina Tranquilino December 22, 2024

In the heart of winter’s unrelenting grasp, Eldric, a farmer with a once-thriving land now blanketed in snow, stood at the edge of his fields. The ground, once fertile, was frozen, and his crops had long withered. His animals huddled in the barn, their breaths clouding in the frigid air. The market was empty, his debts mounting, and with no harvest to offer, Eldric knew his family would not survive another season.

Desperation gnawed at him like the cold, and so, in the stillness of the night, he ventured deep into the forest, where the elders had warned him never to go. The trees stood tall like silent sentinels, their branches heavy with frost. At the heart of the forest, where the wind seemed to whisper in an ancient tongue, he found her.

The Winter Queen was no myth. She stood before him, draped in robes of snow and ice, her hair a cascade of silver like moonlight on a frozen lake. Her eyes glimmered like shards of ice, cold and piercing.

“You seek to make a bargain,” her voice was the soft murmur of a winter breeze, and yet it froze his very soul.

Eldric’s knees trembled, but he forced himself to speak. “My land is dying. My crops, my animals—everything is perishing. I have nothing left. Will you help me?”

The Queen’s lips curled into a thin smile. “I can grant you prosperity, but such gifts are not without their cost. What will you offer in return?”

Eldric’s heart pounded in his chest. “Anything,” he whispered, his voice barely audible in the vast, silent night.

The Queen studied him, her gaze unwavering. “I will give you what you desire, but in exchange, I will claim what is most precious to you. One life—your own or someone else’s—must be surrendered. That is my price.”

Eldric’s throat went dry, his mind racing. His life? His wife? His children? He could not bear the thought of their loss, yet the weight of his own survival pressed on him.

“Do you accept?” she asked, her eyes narrowing, her cold presence enveloping him like a storm.

The farmer, with a heart heavy as stone, nodded. “I accept.”

The Winter Queen raised her hand, and in an instant, the snow around them shimmered with ethereal light. Eldric felt warmth return to his limbs, the frozen ground beneath him beginning to soften. He could hear the distant sound of water flowing, of life returning to the earth. His farm would flourish once again.

But as the Queen began to vanish into the mist, a final whisper reached his ears. “Remember your bargain.”

The cold still lingered in the back of his mind, but as Eldric returned to his home, he saw his land blossoming with new crops, his animals flourishing, and his debts slipping away like forgotten dreams. He was prosperous once more.

Years passed, and Eldric’s life returned to its former fullness. Yet, each year, as winter’s breath came early and the days grew shorter, his mind would wander back to the Queen’s bargain.

Then, one bitterly cold winter’s night, as he sat beside the hearth, the door creaked open. In the dim light, his wife stood before him, pale and trembling.

“I’ve been dreaming of ice, Eldric,” she said, her voice trembling. “Of her.”

Before he could reply, the ground beneath their feet trembled. The wind howled through the door, and the Winter Queen appeared, her form shimmering like frost in the moonlight.

“It is time,” she said softly, her gaze cold and expectant.

Eldric’s heart stopped, his breath caught in his throat. The cost of the bargain was upon him at last. He had hoped the Queen had forgotten. He had hoped the years would erase his pact, but she had come for what she was owed.

And as the snow began to fall in heavy drifts, Eldric understood that some bargains, no matter how desperate, can never be undone.