Updates: more entries. Seven days left to enter! I may or may not extend the deadline by ONE week depending on the answers to the poll on the same subject. Please try to finish your entries before then. I will accept entries until 12:00am MIDNIGHT central us time on April seventh.
Anyone that advertises the contest in a journal or their profile gets featured in a journal and on my profile.
It's the new year, so why not start off with a fanciful contest? Let's get those spirits up, and start of the year as fierce and competitive as we should be throughout it.
The theme is "medieval", with the categories being broads, boars, and dragons. Naturally, broads are women, boars are men, and dragons are those fantastical lizardlike things that are so popular these days. -laughs-
It does not have to be technically "medieval" to the T. You can mix it with modern-day aspects or even have medieval aspects in the modern world, or something else entirely. It's really whatever you make of it.
RULES AND GUIDELINES
Broads and boars don't have to be fully human, just humanoid. Anthros and centaurs are okay.
Pieces drawn specifically for this contest are preferred but not mandatory.
Literature IS allowed. This contest is what you make of it.
Each entry must have one main subject - woman/women, man/men, or dragon/s. They may include any and all, but the focus must be explicitly centred on one subject. Otherwise, go wild.For example, a fight between men and a dragon can go either way; we could be looking up or down on the dragon, whose attention is on the men, but our eyes will be pulled to mister hot stuff rather than the humans due to details, centre of focus, etcetera. Or we could be looking from behind the dragon at a tough guy waltzing up like he owns the place, and our attention will be drawn to him because he's a big bad guy and we can't see the entire dragon.
If this needs further explaining, let me know and I will post some image examples.
Please keep your entries tasteful. Artistic nude is allowed, but remember to keep it in context and realistic! I can't help but flinch whenever I see a half-naked woman going to battle. Poor dear.
Broads - !xMiss-Obliviousx
Boars - =RomanJones
Dragons - ~Remarin
PRIZES Remember, there's three winners per place, because there's three categories. That means three first place winners, three second place categories, and three third place categories, a total of nine winners not including judge's choice.
First place: 1000
Free commission and digital character on white OR ref sheet from =RTHBN
Free commission from *dancingintheink
100x100 pixel commission from ~Escartias
Detailed pencil drawing from =Zyllia Example
Second place: 500
Free commission from =RTHBN
Digital character on white from *dancingintheink
Icon from ~Escartias
Journal doll from =Zyllia Example
Third place: 100
Digital character on white OR ref sheet from =RTHBN
Sketch and lineart from *dancingintheink
30x30 pixel signature from ~Escartias
100x100 or 50x50 icon for dA or FA from =Zyllia Example
Sketch from respective judge
Digital character on white OR ref sheet from =RTHBN
Viewer's choice be the top ten entries not chosen as first, second, third, or judge's choice and put in a poll for everyone to vote on. Voting will last seven days, and the winner will be announced alongside the others.
If you donate, you can still enter!
If you have an entry or donation, please note me or comment below!
Deadline is April 7th
Vicious SingerSmoke rises from pain flared nostrils
Large paws straining and relaxing in tense hurting motions
Human hands pat down ruffled singed hair along its hide
Too late to save the graceful flyer
Bullets and arrows piercing old delicate skin
Forever the Dragon Singer now rests
One more innocent life taken by a brute Tracker.
Dark Souls Fic_Echo Contest EntryLordran, the land of ancient Lords. Once the prosperous kingdom I called home, now a malicious sanctum of evil and sorrow. Locked away within the Undead Asylum I know not of the plaguing winds of change which swept this great land. Treading on its once hallowed grounds once more, the thought of my corpse rotting away till Armageddon come, behind the cold-mossy walls of my cell, seemed a more soothing undertaking. Such is my curse of being the chosen undead.
"Thou who art undead art chosen, in thine exodus from the Undead Asylum, maketh pilgrimage to the land of ancient lords. When thou ringeth The Bell of Awakening, the fate of the Undead thou shalt know."
The final words of my savior, an undead knight of Astora, whom was also thrown in the Asylum along with those bearing the cursed Dark Sign. Grateful as I am for his aid in my escape, his valor has plunged me into a deeper chasm of woe; in which the mere glimmer of sunlight is a blessing.
As I trod through the former place of my resid
The women rule...There is a place, a forest, deep within our world. It is unlike the woods we have encountered, overflowing with joy, peace and life for those who hold dominion over it are pure at heart and mind.
Holding the highest authority of the forest is Orina, the water nymph. She is kind and gentle and rules the water with authority. She holds a heavy burden, for it is her who gifts the wood sprites with the water to nourish their trees, her who sees that the waters are clean as to keep the creatures healthy, her who sees to the health of the fish, her closest companions. She is also the most beautiful of all the nymphs, sprites and fairies of this forest. Her smooth creamy skin is dark as the night. Her eyes are as blue as the waters she commands, sparkling like thin glass. Her hair is long, flowing and as white as the sparkle that beams of a dew drop as the first lights of morning dance across it. To humans, she would appear to be around 17, given the youthful nature of nymphs. Truthfull