Fueled By Whimsy

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two giant hands holding each other in the middle of a desert with mountains and clouds behind them
r/ImaginaryMindscapes - Old Monument to a Dead Deity by Czepeku (me)
r/ImaginaryMindscapes - Old Monument to a Dead Deity by Czepeku (me)
#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. Illustrators, Design, Aesthetics, Art, Artist, Pictures, Fairytale Art, Whimsy
csgirl - Professional, General Artist | DeviantArt
#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.
a black and white photo with clothes hanging on a line
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."
a woman is smiling while holding a donut
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a woman sitting in a chair made out of books
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#emilykinney - A more recent picture of the author behind all the Fueled By Whimsy posts. Hopefully more will follow. Meanwhile, be sure to head over to the Fueled By Whimsy board to enjoy all the short stories and pins. much love. www.emilykinneyauthor.com Pins, Posts, Wonder, Picture, Board, Necklace
#emilykinney - A more recent picture of the author behind all the Fueled By Whimsy posts. Hopefully more will follow. Meanwhile, be sure to head over to the Fueled By Whimsy board to enjoy all the short stories and pins. much love. www.emilykinneyauthor.com
a house sitting on top of a sandy beach under a cloudy sky with lights coming from it
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."
a painting of a giant dragon flying over the ocean next to a castle with people on it
#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."
an illustration of a monster with its mouth open and eyes wide open in front of a castle
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
an image of two gnomes sitting in the woods with mushrooms and mushrooms around them
2headedsnake: Photo
#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."
two blue and white dinosaurs in the woods
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."
a green dragon sitting on top of a rock
#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."
a painting of trees in the middle of a forest with white light coming from them
UNSHADED illustration
#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?"
two people are walking across a bridge in front of an alien like creature with yellow eyes
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
a path in the middle of a forest with moss growing on it's sides
John-Paul Balmet
#emilykinney - "The creaking and groaning of the woods had stopped. The crickets had silenced. Not a soul of nature made a sound, too scared for there own skin. Cold sweat collected at the apex of Ren's shoulders and slowly began to trickle down his spine. A presence had come. It wanted to talk to him. Slowly, his body protesting, Ren turned around. At the top of the ancient stairs a light had started to glow, illuminating a small being. Its eyes glowed the same color and seemed to stare emptily
two rabbits are in a boat on the water
Animal Painting: the Dreaming Moon | Etsy
#emilykinney - " 'Oh! We did it this time!' Trivett moaned, letting his oars sink into the calm lake water before hastily yanking them back out again in a sloppy sweeping motion. 'Shush!' Sikkle hissed, waving his paw emphatically. 'No one knows! We'll be fine, just have to stick him back up there.' 'We know!' Trivett insisted loudly, his bad nerves making his fur shiver. 'I know too, ya know,' the moon croaked in between them. 'Don't I get a say in this?' "
a hand holding a ball in front of waterfalls with water pouring from the top
The Four Elements: Water by rubenz87 on DeviantArt
#emilykinney - "A cascade of water suddenly surged down towards the outcropping. Daris yelped and hopped backward, though his agility did little to spare him. Droplets sprayed over him like a wave, and he blinked rapidly, trying to keep his sights on the pool. Though it was now more of a geyser. A hand was emerging. A massive, ghostly hand, busy balancing what appeared to be a giant sphere on the tips of its fingers."
a painting of a woman standing on top of a hill under a cloud filled sky
Wind by RHADS on DeviantArt
#emilykinney - "She had been called. She knew it. It was her certainty. The fact immobolized her, securing her feet to the rock. She had heard her name, uttered with apparent urgency, "Flora! Floora! Flooora!!" Small gasps worked their way out of her lungs and up her windpipe. Who was talking? It almost sounded like the wind. It was already tousling her garments and sighing against her; it would seem plausible that it desired her attention. Her throat grew dry and sticky, clogging her response."
a book cover with an image of a man riding a butterfly on the back of his body
#emilykinney - "Grindal's lungs heaved, his tiny rib cage aching. Wriser's balloonish body inflated and deflated in his arms, making it difficult to grip him. Suppressing a groan, Grindal lurched to one side, taking advantage of a warm updraft. Again, he mentally renounced the situation, grumbling within the safe walls of his brain that just because he was the one with the wings didn't mean he had to be the main source of transport."
a woman standing in the middle of a flooded street with mountains in the background at night
xaxor.com
#emilykinney - "The water rippled in gentle, cold waves against her thighs. Her heart pounded as she looked one way and then the other, staring down streets, or what were once streets. They were now canals, channels for the dirty, debris-filled water. It neither rose nor fell, for it had no tide. The wind did push it just a bit, causing it to lap against the sides of the houses, just beneath the window sills, as if languidly trying to peek inside. Where was everyone? Had they all really fled?"
a painting of a person standing in front of a tree with lots of balls on it
#emilykinney - "Shari froze in place, eyes as wide as the multitude of glowing silver owl eyes that stared back at her. Or perhaps they leered. It's so difficult to discern with owl eyes. Especially so many. She could feel scrutiny pressing down upon her, like a weight. Gulping, she tried to smile, in an attempt to ward off any ill-will. If there was any. Maybe these owls were friendly, or at least some sort of guardians who could help her. It was certainly worth asking."
a man standing in front of a giant monster next to a forest filled with red flowers
the art of animation
#emilykinney - "Sebastian's hand shook like a maple leave in a hail storm, the apple practically rattling against his sweaty fingertips. The dragon, still looming above him like a hawk poised to strike, began to cock his head from side to side, as if considering the proffered gift."
an old drawing of a house in the woods with trees and branches around it,
#emilykinney - "Just as Dimmet had expected, the house was now just a leaning structure of splinters, crackling plaster, and hay. Masonry peeked out of fissures in the walls. The only apparent evidence that someone might have once lived here was the large, sturdy wooden table in the front room, currently caked in dirt, a rusted cauldron, and in the far corner, a traditional zutzet, a carved wooden emblem holding the concord of forest animals and fay."
a painting of a woman standing in the rain
Mon cabinet de curiosités
#emilykinney - "The rain lashed at her body, drenching her garments and chilling her to the marrow. She released a shuddering sneeze, rattling her teeth. Up above, crows circled, squawking at her, laughing at her misery, making a mockery of her brave quest. "Shush!" she called back at them, knowing it was foolish, yet still feeling the irresistible urge to defend her dignity. Surely the cottage was nearby? She had traveled so long already; didn't it have the heart not to hide itself?"
a tree on top of a cliff with the moon in the background
8 Creepy Vintage Ventriloquist Dummies
#emilykinney - "The moon was her friend. The waves were her mentor. The cliff was her teacher. Those who feared the night did not come looking for her. They were wary of shadows and strange sounds in the dark. Her wanderings could be punished in the morning time, but never would they venture forth to drag her back. The night was her emancipator. It set her free."
an image of a castle in the woods
#emilykinney - "Those who wander in uncharted places are bound to either be swallowed, or return not as they once were," Mira recited ominously in her head. After hours and hours of only hearing the crunching of leaves and twigs under her feet, her mind was starting to turn desperate. She glanced to both sides of her, seeing only trees, gloom and uneven ground, and almost missed the flash of masonry in the distance that signalled the idea that maybe spots of life did exist in such wilds."
an image of a woman being nailed to the ground by two other people in the background
Hot Digital Portraits by David Gaillet - Cruzine
#emilykinney - "The thrashing lasted a notably long time. Far longer than any nautical beastie they had hauled up before. Then again, never before had they snagged anything that had a touch of human in it. As they stared at it, or her, for none were blind, the gnarled faces were impassive, as gnarled faces have taught themselves to be. When the creature finally wore herself out, they slowly lowered her to the deck, slick with all the ocean she had shook off herself."
a man walking past a sign that says the island of lotte
Presenting . . . The Island of Lote.
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