There is a girl that travels between worlds.
She is not a girl but, for now, it doesn't matter.
There is a girl that travels through the multiverse, with a golden compass at her neck.
It is not truly a compass, rather an armillary sphere. Anyways, it is a gift.
There is a girl that is also a dream and an idea. And if what I just said puzzles you, you can imagine how it puzzles her.
What she truly is, is a Dreamer.
There is a woman that is also a snake, and a Vessel, but first and foremost an Alchemist.
The Alchemist has become a captive to win her freedom, but she doesn't mind the exchange.
There is a lost mentor and a flight without end but, really, the story is not about that.
Always remember: in the beginning there was the Dream.
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C'è una ragazza che viaggia tra i mondi.
Non è veramente una ragazza. Forse un tempo lo era, ma questo per ora non conta.
C'è una ragazza che viaggia tra i mondi e porta al collo una bussola d'oro.
Non è veramente una bussola, ma una sfera armillare. In ogni caso, è un dono.
C'è una ragazza che è anche un sogno e un'idea. E se questo confonde voi, potete immaginare come se la passi lei.
C'è una donna che è anche un serpente, e un Ricettacolo, ma prima di tutto è un'Alchimista.
L'Alchimista è diventata prigioniera per essere libera, ma la cosa non la turba. Neanche questo è importante.
C'è un Maestro scomparso e una fuga senza fine. Ma davvero, non è questo il punto della storia.
Ricordati sempre.
In principio c'era il Sogno.
Draft prologue for "The tales of the Dreamer", plus concept sketches of the main characters, Arual the Wayward Dreamer and Lady Chandra, Alchemist and Noble Citizen of Alagadda.
The whole project is meant to be a tribute to all the pieces of media, music, literature and art that inspired me through the years.
The Mad Dreamer, chief Archivist of the Library of Alagadda, Master of the Alchemic Arts. Sworn to the White Lord, Albedo of Alagadda.
The Dreamers that freely roam the Darkling Plain and the people of Celephais and Serannian, who live under King Kuranes call him by many other names :The Lost One, the fool, the forsaken . But more often he is known as the Prisoner, because in his folly he bartered for his life and the scraps of his sanity with his freedom.
He was a Dreamer on a leash, a political advantage to the Faction of the White Lord . He was a cherished tool for his master, feared and respected, until he vanished from the City, leaving behind his citizen's mask and rumors of betrayal.
For Chandra however he was mentor, friend and father all in one, and she would not forsake him.
Concept sketch/ WIP for the Mad Dreamer.
@amyma-ymamy feel free to add.
Quick landscape painting done on infinite painter.
(Since I may have a Tolkien obsession the landscape study misteriously turned into a depiction of the Misty Mountains.)
Quick paintings on infinite painter. In the second version I added some giant lovecraftian jellyfish just for fun. I guess that the lighthouse keeper will like them.
Ereinion Gil-Galad, son of Fingon, Idril and Earendil in the Havens of Sirion. First meeting.
Scrolling through my old photos I found this relic from 2020, Aramis, aka René d'Herblay aka the bishop of Vannes ecc, as described in the Three musketeers by Dumas.
Stuck on the idea of vampires as a kind of reverse fae, or like someone's twisted, perverse attempt at moulding humans into fae.
They're repelled by liminal spaces.
A vampire could never enter fairyland, not just because they'd never be welcomed, but because most of the usual entry-ways are naturally barred to them.
They can't cross running water. They can't be seen in mirrors. They will wait forever at a crossroads, unable to pick a direction to go in. They can't even step over a thresh-hold unless there is absolutely no ambiguity about whether they are welcome inside.
They crave human blood, iron and salt, but are repelled by herbs and plants. They are supernaturally prevented from harming you unless the rules of hospitality have been invoked.
A fairy may replace your newborn child with something unnatural and ever-hungry. A vampire will do the same, but with your grandmother's corpse.
The fae are typically associated, even in stories where they're the bad guys, with flourishing and purity. Vampires, even in stories where they're the good guys, are typically associated with decay and corruption.
The fae turn ancient human burial mounds into fancy halls for their courts. Vampires take ancient human castles and let them grow mildewed and cobwebbed, exchanging the beds for coffins, turning them into burial places.
Fae don't tend to live among humans, but can generally pass for them with relative ease if they so choose. Vampires nearly always live among humans, but tend to find not revealing themselves a huge struggle.
I can't think of many stories I've read where fae and vampires even exist in the same universe, let alone ones where they actively interact. I feel like their enmity is almost more inevitable than that between vampires and werewolves, however.
The rivalry between vampires and werewolves is, essentially, the rivalry between two apex predator species who share a territory. (Even in stories where the werewolves aren't actually hunting humans.)
The vampires hate the werewolves because the werewolves interfere with their access to prey. The werewolves hate the vampires either because they consider themselves aligned with humans (the prey species), or because they are also predators and the vampires are competing with them.
By comparison, I think there's some story potential in the fae finding something genuinely creepy and uncanny valley about vampires.
They're immortal, like them, but also dead. They can be beautiful, like them, but that beauty is something they actively require humans to sustain. They like to inhabit beautiful and ancient ex-human dwellings, like them, but they actively work to make those places dark, damp and empty.
Fairies who are unflappable in the face of all sorts of Otherworldly monsters, can look an eldritch horror in the eye(s) without blinking, and have never been phased yet by any human, but will recoil from even the weakest vampire.
Vampires who hate fairies just as much, but in a more envious way. The way that the creature for whom immortality is a curse is bound to hate the creatures for whom immortality is an eternity of sunlight and laughter.
Maybe their touches burn each other. Maybe vampires can't stand physical contact with anything so alive and vital. Maybe immortal fairies become ill from too much exposure to the undead.
Maybe they fight over the human population when their territories overlap. The fairy need for servants and people to make deals with, competing with the vampire need for thralls and blood to drink.
Just… fairies and vampires. We need more stories about them interacting.
"The face of Elrond was ageless, neither old nor young, though in it was written the memory of many things both glad and sorrowful. His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight, and upon it was set a circlet of silver; his eyes were grey as a clear evening, and in them was a light like the light of stars. Venerable he seemed as a king crowned with many winters, and yet hale as a tried warrior in the fulness of his strength. He was the Lord of Rivendell and mighty among both Elves and Men."
I just finished reading the Lord of the Rings for the umpteenth time and I had to paint my favorite Elda-Adan-Ainu hybrid. Since I love to suffer I spent hours on rendering evey single detail I could think of and then some more.
So here is my depiction of Elrond Peredhel, as he travels around Second Age Middle Earth in order to perfect his education as a loremaster.
This painting was also inspired by @vardasvapors 's take on this character that made me love him even more.
This Is my favorite discovery of the week. It's a delightful horror mockumentary set in a small town in Arizona. 1000% would recommend.
The classical piece I fell in love with as a child (thanks mom). Still in love with it. How could I not be.
Italian med student with an obsession for painting. Also a mythology and history nerd. Give me a book and I'll give you my heart.
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