Before there were stars, before there were gods, before there was naught but aught and thought, Mu knew it. Mu knew all, was all, willed all to be. Divine designer of darkest darkness, of great and not so great gods, of order and chaos and all that stood between... www.patreon.com/DuncanWilson...

We are but human, you and I, we are but human no matter how we try. We are but mortal kin, dreaming what could be rather than what might have been, but we are still human, you and I, we are still human, even as we try to be anything other than human. #MortalAfterAll #Poem

"The woman is long gone, but the beast she became keeps her purpose. Endlessly etching the whispers of The great Ones" Five years later, and this is still one of my favorite paintings. It was a big breakthrough for me at the time. One of my first illustrations that felt like professional work.

'The timing of the tides is the rhythm of the oceans, seeming syncopation of swell and surf crash in cacophony, breaking upon beaches, measuring the moments the moon makes its mark upon the surface of the seas. As regular as the shifting of the skies and the swirling of the stars.' #LifeGoesOn #Art

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#TheDwarfWhoFlew is a fairy tale #ComingSoon as a gorgeously #illustrated #FullColor 133 page #book #Art by @andrefmsimoes.bsky.social who is currently #CommissionsOpen

I made a video game ! Carnholt is a Roguelike deckbuilder I created by myself using my illustrations. Venture into the depths of the oldest forest and kill a god that refused to die I hope you will enjoy it.

A new review of my #novella by my friend @verak.bsky.social !

👤: How detailed is your art? Me: Yes

Ahoy me lads ! Once more, I'm launching "The Pirate May", my monthly challenge, and this time I will participating, I promise 😆 Feel free to share and participate as you wish, it's open for everyone ! I wish you all a great and piratey month of May ! 🏴‍☠️

@andrefmsimoes.bsky.social has a new portfolio website, featuring many of the covers he's drawn for my #books! www.andre-simoes.com/game-art

The Last Centaur is about the last of his kind and his journey of discovery of the world, and the legacy, they leave behind. If it were a dish, it would be that one meal from your past that both tastes of all the warm and happy moments of your youth and a touch of sadness that those times are past.

A new review of my #novella by my friend @verak.bsky.social !

I am but a smith of the word, both astute and absurd, Most are treasure, but some are turd. #poem

'The room was empty other than the mirror. Empty, if you did not count the echo from the bare walls, if you did not count the hollow sound of his voice, the hollow words repeated back to him as he stared at a reflection he did not want. It was an empty room, other than him.' #TheMonstersWithin

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'The room was empty other than the mirror. Empty, if you did not count the echo from the bare walls, if you did not count the hollow sound of his voice, the hollow words repeated back to him as he stared at a reflection he did not want. It was an empty room, other than him.' #TheMonstersWithin

The duality of life is comfort and strife. The more we need the more we make, the more we make the more we want, the more we want the more we need. We work and bleed to feed and breed. The nature of life is wont and want. We live for what we have, not content with what we have to live.

'The magic she practiced to bring life from where there was none, the craft she wielded to commune with existence itself appeared gentle to those that witnessed its use. Yet long and hard had been the journey, fraught with danger, filled with blood and death, to master the art.'

'Buffeting breezes blow billowing banks of clouds across meandering meadows, searching silently for their place. They wander carefree, caressing the bright blue sky, stirring fragrant flowers in a tranquil dance of grace.'

'In the outskirts of settled cities, on the borders of the accepted and the ignored, where well-mannered and wild collide and clash, there you will find us, the artists, the rebels, and the workers. Trying to tease sanity from the senseless, attempting to achieve advancement on the edge of entropy.'

'When the world adapted and mechanical miracles became the modern and mundane, few noticed and fewer complained. After all, automation brought autonomy, apathy, and absolute acedia. There are no wants or needs that can not be fulfilled for a fee and the miracle machines fulfill for free.'

There are times when you are alive and awake and that is more than you can take. When life is too strong and each day is too long. But be thankful you are awake and alive, as that means you might survive. Each new day is another new way for you find to stay and banish the gray.

My friend with the pins is at it again! Check out Meowshrooms - silly little mushroom cats on @BackerKit! www.backerkit.com/c/projects/d...

Another cycle 'round the sun, Time to reflect on all we've done, All we've seen and all we've sought, All we've learned and all we've taught. All we've gained and all we've lost, All we've paid to meet the cost, For another trip 'round the sun, Another chance to get things done. #poem #newyear

Completely forgot to post yesterday but .. it was my birthday 🎂 !! So let's celebrate with an ArtShare ! 🖌️ Post your art ! 👥 Introduce yourself ! ❤️ Like, share and comment others ! But : ⛔ No AI ⛔ No porn Let's goooo #artshare #art #artists

'Some called him monster, and he could act the monster when made to fear for his life. Some called him devil, and his displeasure seemed demonic to those who spat in his face or sought to subdue him. But he was no more or less than another soul, simply trying to survive, simply seeking sufferance.'

"Do you know of the mad king?" "I know of many a mad king, and suspect a far many more than that." #AmWriting #Fantasy #Myths and #Legends

'Some days there are no battles. Some days there is no need to fight, no need to do or die, no need to rise to the challenge in the face of certain doom. Some days the world is calm and serene and all we can do is bear the bucolic as best we can and relish what peace we have. Some days can be nice.'

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No matter the season, or where you go, the skies are alight with November snow. No matter the mood, no matter the meaning, no matter the latent angers seething, no matter the past or the caste, no matter the yearning to last, no matter who's above and who's below all must someday face November snow.

Old art from 2021 - The Lernean Hydra One of my favourite creature from the Greek mythology. And of course, I added the crab! Done with an old kind of rendering, the one that bore me to death 😅 But I love this artwork... Did you recognize the famous sea cave I used as reference for the background?

It's #PortfolioDay again huh? My name's André Simões, a concept artist and illustrator from Portugal! 🇵🇹 Email: [email protected]

Every wave is a moment in motion, every second of the sun's setting is another gone forever. Ever brief, yet ever glorious, even as the hues fade away, even as the light dims and diminishes, and our vision grows grayer and graver, even then there is awe, even then there is hope. #AmWriting 1/4

'Here were the dark old ways, here were the roots of all that slept while all else crept nearby in caution. The wolf sniffed and smelt the danger. It should not be here, it knew, but something was calling it from the darkness, something old and dead and altogether dreadful…'

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'Life at this level, life at any stage in any age, is dark and brutal and bloody. Life is a struggle beyond a need, a driving force to survive and thrive, to strain and gain, to make it one moment more before there is no more, before the darkness of the void. Life is survival. Survival and cleanup.'

I tend to use them interchangeably, much like all single letter alternate spellings of words we otherwise share in full with our UK cousins. Usually it's a matter of how they look amid the other words around them as to which I use. This has led to the occasional reader confusing my place of origin.

Last chance to get these #spooky #Pintober pins my friend made! the funding campaign ends today! www.backerkit.com/c/projects/d...

'All was dead. The world was torn asunder and riven with blood and ash. The gods had fought amongst themselves and destroyed all of life and creation in their struggles. None were spared, not even the gods themselves survived. But from the ashes of the dead hatched new life, if life it truly was…'

'Ever the intrepid adventurer, she explores the outer reaches of the known, questing for what none other has seen or touched. Always the thrill of the undiscovered, the heady rush of the first footfall in a new land. Yet there are places one should not go where none are welcome.' #Exploring #Fantasy

'His friends had warned him of the woogie of the woods, had told him lurid tales of terror, teasing him for his fears of shadows and wild creatures. His friends had goaded him, dared him to enter the woods and find the woogie and he had, thinking it was all a lie. Too late he learned it was no lie.'

Without proof of another life, without the promise of paradise with no pain and no strife, we should strive while alive for a heaven here on earth, the one life we can prove, so the only life of worth.

Only 8 days left to get these #spooky #Pintober #pins!

'Their sonorous snores and sound sleep had ne'er been interrupted before and they had no reason to expect retaliation for their raids, such was their strength of swords and standing. So when the screams started, panic and pandemonium prevailed.' I'm #writing #horror #FairieTales, y'all

Those that labor in the shadows, diligently maintaining a precarious order in the face of chaos and apathy, holding out to the bitter end, stoking flames of hope against the coming darkness, they were always there. We will never know all their names, but the future is bleaker without their efforts.

Especially in this age of tattoo removal and cover-ups, when your past regrets can be redacted. If you have changed from a piece-of-shit into a presentable person, you can take steps to scour your sins from your skin.

'Their sonorous snores and sound sleep had ne'er been interrupted before and they had no reason to expect retaliation for their raids, such was their strength of swords and standing. So when the screams started, panic and pandemonium prevailed.' I'm #writing #horror #FairieTales, y'all

Forgot to mention this is part of #Pintober