Just a reminder to some of you, this group only accept art of a fanciful nature. That includes surreal art, fantasy, and sci-fi. Art of ordinary people, places, or things will not be except unless it has some kind of fantastical feel to it.
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|This group is only for those that love fantasy!!!|
We accept all forms of fantasy art (dragons, aliens, zombies, magic, elves, etc, etc, etc ).
We also accept all forms of fan art (TV shows, movies, video games, cartoons, etc).
To join the group just click where it says JOIN GROUP!
FAVORITES: here are the rules to submit on this section:
- To suggest a favourite, just click where it says SUGGEST A FAVE
- YOU CAN'T FAVOURITE / SUGGEST YOUR OWN PHOTOS; this section is for you to show us the amazing photographers you know, so you only can send me OTHERS PHOTOGRAPHY, I'LL REJECT IF YOU SEND YOUR PHOTOS
- You can suggest / favourite as many as you want AS LONG AS ISN'T YOURS
- The photos must be only Fantasy RELATED
- You have to be a member
- THE PIC MUST BE YOURS!
SUBMIT 4 deviations per day per folder - automatically accepted.
Feature Folder: submit 1 per week.
If you have any other questions please don't hesitate to ask! I hope you enjoy!
Atlascloudy skyAtlas by ExquisitelyExplicit
starry night bright
the world relies
on your strength
on your shoulders we rely
storm clouds ripple
men stare in silence
and atlas held
and reminded us
that we could be safe
beneath his reaching
Prologue--Once Upon a Moonless MidnightThe wind whistled along the wall, searching for cracks that it could slide into and chill the bodies sleeping inside. It made its way across the side before sliding away across the brush lands, mostly unsuccessful in its task. For that evening at least, the dreamers’ wings and lusts and successes were left in peace.Prologue--Once Upon a Moonless Midnight by ExquisitelyExplicit
Some men were not so lucky. One stood at the top of a corner tower of the castle, where the walls towered high above the ground, his body shivering beneath his cloak and thick scarf. Even above the layers of fabric, his metal breastplate chilled him. He shuffled uncomfortably on his nerveless feet, feeling like he was attached to two clumsy blocks of ice where his boots should have been, and shifted the spear from one hand to the other. It was really a silly weapon, very ceremonial. Against an attack, it wouldn’t have done much good . . . He had a sword at his side, but so high up it didn’t do much better than the spear—at least he could chuck the sp