Fairy Tales By 冯伟 Feng Wei（c12）

I'm Joe. An illustrator from Colchester, England. With 'Tales From A Gay Fantasia', I am able to combine my love of illustration, creative writing, and design with a lifelong fascination with medieval fantasy. My current goal is to create an illustrated collection of interwoven queer romance and adventure stories within a beautiful and diverse fantasy world.

All my links

You can find links to the individual tumblr posts for each piece of artwork at the bottom of this post or just deep dive into the #gayfantasia tag :D

Artwork links in order of appearance:

"The Magic That Binds Us", "Sword-Crossed Lovers",

"Mersi's Delivery Servie", "Sanctuary", "The Prince, The Mage, & The Unicorn",

"First Date", "I Got You Baby", "Take Your Himborc To Work Day",

"The Parade (Colour Bleach)"

"Admiration", "The Knight & The Ranger", "The Mage & The Knight"

"Restoration", "Trepidation", "Reunion"

"The Rogue & The Bard", "The Paladin & Her Sorceress", "Reciprocity"

P.S: The final image is a concept page without an individual Tumblr post.

Could you do something with Halsin and Astarion 🥹 something spicy or soft or both 😅😅

Spicy it is ♨️

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Teldryn rested his chin on his knees, the chain that tethered him to the floor jangled with the movement. The shackles cut into his ankles, his wrists, and the fabric he had torn from his rough spun trousers provided little cushioning from the weight of the heavy irons. The cold metal rubbed at his raw skin, every movement stung, so he had resigned himself to lying in one spot. If only everything would stop moving. A crash had Teldryn hitting his head against the sloping wooden walls of his makeshift cell, a warm sensation trickled down his forehead. He wiped the area around his eyebrow, wet, the smell of blood hit his nostrils . Just great! Teldryn thought his old cell in the Imperial City prisons was bad, but this ship was a new level of hell. He sat back against the hull, the best he could do in these cramped conditions, and sighed. The gods must have a vendetta, he was certain of it. How else would he have gotten himself this thoroughly fucked?

He certainly couldn’t blame himself.

here is my definitive guide to fucking a daedric prince

first things first: they are not corporeal by default, they just can look humanoid if they feel like it. i understand the impulse to go jaunting off into the Evergloam like "ooOOO tiddies" but you are guaranteed nothing of the sort.

secondly: physically touching a god is not good for your health. average scenario is you wind up like your permafried weedman from college. which frankly, like... whatever. acceptable imo. If you have been kinder to your brain cells than I, you may want to think twice.

third, the daedra have pioneered heretofore undiscovered methods of fucking. you might be in for a nice human-style night of things going in/near holes, or you might be up for some incomprehensible Lilliths Brood shit. it's a coin toss and you don't get to decide where it lands but that's what you signed up for.

lastly, you gotta consider the spheres.

boethiah, malacath, mehrunes dagon, hircine, meridia: rough raw nasty sloppy sweaty woah sorry i blacked out there for a second. Probably fatal but what a way to go out

sheogorath, clavicus vile, peryite, namira: highly baroque kink. it's gonna be a whole production. bear in mind that they have eternity for elaborate foreplay while you do not. You're gonna have to top from the bottom if you want to get off before you're a hundred years old. good luck with that.

azura, mephala, nocturnal: ideal if your sexuality is abstract and esoteric. you will nut harder than you ever have nutted in your life, yet have no idea how it happened

vaermina, hermaeus mora, sanguine: you might not like what you find out about yourself. too bad! it's your whole thing now and nothing else will do

jyggalag: 90 seconds of missionary PIV, which is adequate for the purposes of reproduction

*bangs gavel* i hereby declare my post complete, my logic faultless, and my person objectively correct. I will hear no further arguments

Malacath Statue

Concept art for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Art by Ray Lederer

The Nord

Key art for The Elder Scrolls: Online

Art by Meduzarts - Rigging, Layout, Posing by Thomas Busque Stefanka

The sound of the ocean crashing against the large, slate-grey boulders that lined the coast grounded me as I searched the swamps around Gnaar Mok. I was looking for the mouth of what I knew to be a vast network of sea caves. I had arrived in the small fishing village around early evening, having left Ald’ruhn as early as I could that morning. Though that wasn’t saying much since I typically didn’t wake until it was almost noon. Habits die hard, I guess. I knew the trek through the wilderness wasn’t gonna be easy, but I guess I had other things on my mind last night. Mostly a long conversation with a young Velothi fellow that I’d become fast friends with through all this bullshit with the Blades. It was why I was out here in this gods forsaken swamp after all! Almost as soon as I arrived back in Balmora from the Northern Ashwastes, I was instructed to head back out that way again. I was meant to quiz a Legionary Scout on what happened to one of their patrols out in the swamps near Gnaar Mok. Old Cosades seemed to think the bastards stumbled on a Sixth House base and it sounded like it had more than Sleepers and Ash Slaves crawling about. So, naturally, as the Emperor’s little pet project, I was ordered to go investigate. That’s what the Nerevarine’s meant to do, I guess.