Fueled By Whimsy
Dedicated to all things whimsical, creative, imaginative, that evoke wonder and represent all thing mysterious, mythical, and magical. …
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#emilykinneyauthor: "Brandishing his little needle sword and gesticulating with his free paw, Timondale regaled his audience with his latest adventure. It was an audience of three, but based on Timondale's performance, you would have never guessed. He released as much energy as if it were a packed amphitheater. It wasn't that the other forest dwellers didn't believe him; oh no, it was simply that such wild living didn't interest them. They had no use for it in their quiet, well-scheduled lives.
First date by Manu Rodriguez / 500px
#emilykinney - "The air smelled wild and tasted like French words in their mouths. As they balanced harmoniously, the cord tame beneath their paws, they watched the birds circling in and out of the smog below. In spite of the tranquility, itchiness ran through their bodies, as if stories were straining the seams. Stories of futures and places and moments that might not be real, but oh, wouldn't it be lovely if they were? The glorious skyline made all ideas seem possible. And so they dreamed."
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Breathtaking Digital Art by Leszek Bujnowski
#emilykinney - "The roof sat like a witch's hat on top of the house. Moss and a number of peculiar fungi encrusted the brim, the eaves crumbling from a combination of neglect and natural errosion from the harsh costal winds. The entire abode lacked foundation, instead choosing to nestle itself between two mammouth logs; it presented the strong impression that it could, and probably should, be rolled away at any minute. This house, the sole source of welcome amid the barren dunes."
#emilykinney - "As the shredded wings beat the air, the gusting sent the water up in massive waves. The fury, freezing and soaking, crashed against the bridge and the old watch towers, knocking of weathered bricks and tiles. Corleon stood petrified on the bridge, his eyes shifting from the skeletal monstrosity to Rineswood, the last haven, so close and yet so depressingly far away. Below him, enduring the turbulence, was Mapher's ship, every sail hoisted and taut."
Billy goats gruff illustration © Nicola L Robinson
#emilykinney - "The perils of travelling from one side of town to the other lay within the large, sweaty, leathery palms of the Beast Beneath the Bridge. Ungor had glimpsed Him, or It (no one was really sure) a number of times. Or so he claimed. Nearly everyone had come face to face with the long, saber-like claws and the knuckles the size of medicine balls, but the rest of the Beast generally remained hidden under It's bridge. Not even the hobos and grobos grunged their way in that direction an
#emilykinney - "The three sat in the deepening dusk, so close their knobbled knees almost touched. Their beards were bristling with gossip, their voices low and fringed with excitement. Should any forest dwellers happen that way, they would assume that a meeting of grave importance was occuring, and was no place for prying ears. Such illusions granted the gnomes freedom of lassitude, and they cheerfully let their duties go neglected."
Cute Digital Illustrations by Bobby Chiu
#emilykinney - "Howard realized far too late that he was no longer standing on mud. Peering downward, he watched with a sort of dull amazement as the fog slowly receded, revealing his pale squishy toes. Howard sniffled, feeling his sinuses begin to act up. The air began to grow colder as Howard felt himself leave the ground and the warmth of the pool was left behind. A face was emerging from the water, fins first, followed by a grin that could only be described as bemused."
#emilykinney - "The distant roiling of the volcano, as loud and perturbing as it was, faded to a whisper as the Scour, whose vomit-green scales were admittedly louder, drew closer. The designated knight, who at that moment deeply regretted his chosen vocation, brandished his sword, knowing how feeble it looked, but feeling he ought to put in some effort anyway."
#emilykinney - "Man, living as he does in his sunlit world, too often fails to recognize his neighbors from the realms of dusk and mignight. We rove, made of moonlight, more solid than you. We search. We herd. Our limbs are sturdy slicers. Our eyes see through you, into your cerebrum, where all your thoughts swirl and bump together. We glide through the forest, waiting to meet you, little one. Yet, into the forest you never come. Why, little one?"
Bas van Fraassen
#emilykinney - "Thunder crashed, though it very well could have been another rock slide. The cave had transformed itself, now resembling more the eye of a hurricane than an underground tunnel. The men ducked low, trying to maintain balance as the bridge began to sway. Up above on what was either the roof of the cave or a wall of roiling clouds, a face materialized. Brutal yellow eyes stared down at them, while a mouth adorned with a scant number of saw-like teeth hung partially open. A hungry wh