Zu Der Sukkubus von kitty Harper ⭐⭐⭐ Hier kommt der nächste Schnipsel
Link zum vorbestellen: https://www.amazon.de/Mondsüchtig-Sukkubus-Düstererer-Romantasy-Liebesroman-ebook/dp/B0846VSW55/ref=mp_s_a_1_3?keywords=kitty+harper&qid=1582447970&sprefix=kitty+h&sr=8-3
Der Frühling ist in diesem Jahr deutlich zu früh dran. Das ist beunruhigend, so schön seine Boten auch sein mögen.
Ich bin ein sehr naturverbundener Mensch. So spielt die Natur auch in meinen Fantasy-Romanen immer eine wichtige Rolle, allerdings oft auch eine bedrohliche. Warum?
So sehr wir Menschen die Natur auch lieben, so scheinen wir doch Feinde zu sein. Die Zivilisation zerstört die Natur; die wiederum „rächt“ oder „wehrt“ sich und zerstört die Zivilisation, also uns Menschen. Wenn das ein Kampf ist, können wir ihn aber nur verlieren, denn ohne die Natur haben wir keine Zukunft. Wer auf der Seite der Natur kämpft, mag zunächst als Gegner*in erscheinen, weil er*sie infrage stellt, was die Zivilisation für sich beansprucht. Das macht Angst. Aber letzten Endes stehen wir alle auf derselben Seite.
Diese Thematik greife ich in meinem aktuellen Grimdark-Fantasy-Projekt „Nebelritter“ auf.
In Zukunft müssen wir Wege finden, wie Zivilisation und Natur miteinander existieren können, ohne dass einer von beiden ausgelöscht wird. Meine Generation ist hier besonders gefragt. Ich arbeite zwar nicht in diesem Bereich, hoffe aber trotzdem, mit meinen Romanen so viel wie möglich beitragen zu können, und sei es nur, um Menschen zum Nachdenken zu bringen.
L'altro giorno @idea.immaginadiesserealtro propose di enunciare libri dalla copertina verde. Il primo a sovvenirmi fu il trattato sulle fate di Ismael Merindol, la storia di un uomo del XV Secolo che racconta le sue avventure a contatto col Piccolo Popolo. Nel farlo, ovviamente spiega tutto quel che sa di loro, dove trovarli e persino come affrontarli.
Molto, molto interessante.
The End - Chapter 2 - Title
Aaaaand I’m back! I’m looking forward to seeing where this chapter goes, and to trying out some new artstyle developments. I’ve already tried out a few with this page, the two main ones being the little crumpled on clothing where belts are tightened, and cOmPlEx tReEs kinda (the one with multiple trunks and the little lines showing where the trunk actually pierced the foliage). Exciting times!
Read the comic in its entirety at:
I also have a twatter, at:
The End is a DnD (Dungeons and Dragons) inspired and influenced fantasy webcomic. Expect a new panel most Sundays.
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In a gentle way, it will shake your world.
In frame : Buzz Special Monster Shake ⚡️ .
This monstrous shake consists of Kitkat, Choco fills cookies, Chocolate cookies, White chocolate, Muffins, Chocolate sauce, Nutella, Sprinkles, Five star and Sour candy strips. 😍
Most amazing thing in this shake is it doesn’t have WHIPPED CREAM. Oh Yes.💙 .
The presentation is distinctive and so is the taste and those three chocolate shots are added bonus. 🤤😋 .
Hagen Oudart ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
~ Mad Science Part two ~ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ~ Vengeance is often too swift while based on emotion; if achieved through years of patience, one finds satisfaction ~ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
“It pleases me to see you upon my new gurney.” Hagen began, “I’ve waited more than decades for this moment. You see, a witch once told me that vengeance through emotion is sweet and swift, but something properly planned out over the years with a slow…more thought out penalty to it gives you complete satisfaction.” Hagen’s mischievous grin grew, “in this case, I’d say satisfaction for half and closure for the rest.” ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
Hagen’s fingers dragged along the edge of the gurney; it’s rough and cut cloth forcing his finger to bounce. The woman resting on it said nothing, her eyes giving away her fear, but her clear well feed body showed nothing. It was charming to Hagen, he appreciated someone who tried to hold out until the end. But he knows, as well as anyone, everyone breaks in the end. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
His fingers tapped the skeleton of the gurney with a devilish grin, “when did you see your two sisters last, Opalina?” ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
The woman’s body twitched slightly before it tensed. Her lips moved, but no words followed. A giant ball gag was strapped into her mouth. “OH!” Hagen laughed manically, “a little stuffed are we? Not used to something that isn’t food blocking the passage, are we?” ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
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Dragonslayer Orstein - One of my favorite designs in the Dark Souls game, but also one of the worst bosses ever, haha.
I really love many of the DS designs and I'll take some of my free time to work on some fanart. I may vary in style (and time between these, since I still have comissions to do) but definetly enjoying these.
So, have you played? Whats your favorite boss/ enemy/ armor set? I like so many designs that picking the ones I want to represent is quite hard heheh
We're in the process of typing up hundreds of handwritten pages ... but she's coming.
Nick Wheeler's subject matter has always been controversial. A revered photographer motivated to capture the malign elements of human existence - suicide as illusion and artifice - his career is suddenly in tatters after near-fatal work accident plunges him into a coma.
A victim of sleep paralysis, Nick's decent into oblivion will usher him back to where it all began: winters spent in the rugged foothills of Deception Pass. It was here, among the secret grottos and old growth forests, where ancient forces first showed their hand: Shadow Men capable of paralyzing the body and manipulating generations into serving an otherworldly agenda.
Spring could not come soon enough to warm up the icebox I live in so I added this cluster of four-leaf clovers to my Society6 store. And this tainted leprechaun says hi. The link is in this post or you can locate it on my website. 🍀⛰ https://society6.com/product/lucky-mountain-clovers_bath-towel
Alma-Mater- 👁️ @balgerufth
In this place we must kill our ancient ghosts in order to find our true selves, hundreds of consciences united seeking their own creative truth, each with its own path but always with the same lighthouse.
Imperium of human.
The Imperium is forged in the crucible of war. The soldiers are strong, the weapons are deadly, the will is steel. Only two things can stop our regiments and legions: the order of the Emperor or death.
"Have you seen the signs?" asked the girl underwater. Her hair fluttered in the depths of the sea. Her eyes were like macabre lighthouses capable of piercing the soul from side to side.
Bonette woke up. Once again she had fallen asleep between papers and coffee. She had been investigating the mysterious disappearance of her fiancé at sea for months. Now, after all this time, she felt she was closer than ever.
The signs. The signs were the key.
A seven-pointed star. A perfect circle. A split A. She didn't know what they meant, but she had finally figured out where to find the answer.
Ever since she'd started following those clues, those dreams had been coming back to her. In them she always found that strange girl, looking at her. Behind her, the floating bodies of unknown people. She had never spoken to Bonette. Never until now.
As soon as the girl asked her that question, Bonette saw it as clear as day. She saw a lighthouse on a small island in the sea. She saw an inscription on the brick; a split A. It was like she'd been there before, but she couldn't remember when.
That same afternoon she rented a boat and sailed away. She was afraid of what she would find, but her desire to know what had happened to her fiancé was stronger.
When she arrived at the lighthouse, she found the same slipt A she had seen in her dream; it was carved into the brick with a precision that had seemed impossible for any human being to achieve. When she touched it, however, it disappeared.
The journey. The signs. The coffee. Everything became a distant dream.
She was underwater. The chains were rusty. She didn't know how long she'd been there. She couldn't breathe, but she wasn't suffocating either. It was like she was drowning all the time.
All around her, people tied in chains were frantically shaking trying to free themselves.
She was the last of the sacrifices.
The Signs, part 1 of 2.
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