By Filopay - Tumblr Posts
The Devils Resting Place
Water won’t clean you, water won’t clean you You only hold yourself to the things you do
When you come to call on me that’s why my eyes are glazed I’ve been with the devil in the devil’s resting place I am loathed to say it’s the devil’s place - laura marling
NEW ART
Was supposed to be for self portrait day on twitter but I went a bit wild with it.
Still, got my cat skull and dagger in it, as well as a butterfly which I seem to have many get lost in my room atm. . . .
Imagine just being in your own distopian world, with no people, youre walking through the supermarket to hoard any food still left.
You think about what it would be you would take with you from the supermarket, while nature outside reclaims back the land.
The animals of the zoo now free, a lion meeting your eyes on the other side of the street, because he no longer remembers what humans looked like.
You both go your own way. You saddle your bike and manouver it around the remains of cars and all the cracks in the street.
The golden rays of the sun warm your skin, the water of a small river flowing fast and strong next to you. You always stop to pick up a flower on your path, because you can. You have the time. No one judging you for it, no one questioning you. Just you and the world.
You pick up anything you find on your path that catches your eye.
After awhile you stop. The once crowded and cold city now a green distant memory on the horizon.
You take everything you gathered from your bike and leave your rusty steed behind as you walk into the forest up the hill.
The air was fresh and the greenery crunched under your feet, still wet from the morning dew. You held onto your things, as a small meadow came into view.
It was wild. Left alone for years it had finally the strength to grow anything that dared to make an appearance, no one judging it by it's beauty nor it's purpose. It had Strawberries sharing a place with Dandelions and Thistle with Poppies.
You walked past it just a little further, only to stop at the top of the small hill.
Taking a deep breath you lay down all you had gathered before you, the items from the supermarket reminding you of your old life and those from the road wild and random reminding you of what you are searching for in this new world.
Taking a deep breath you lay it on the stone before you in the grass. Spreading it out carefully.
You look over the weathered stone and you had to wipe away some dirt to see the words carved into it.
The first letter still visible to you. R. The following one thin and long could easily mistaken for a crack in the stone if it weren't followed by a P.
However, it was the name underneath it that made your movements soften.
----
Long one hehe.
I do wonder, what did anyone else gather while reading this, what did you imagine be written on the stone?
Hope you ok op!
why must people exist 😔
Is a place ever really abandoned, when you still see traces of life?
p>
Tried a new texture study and just look at the tree and the roots
Best of 2019. Did I improve? I do hope so. (Can certainly see my Dragon Age time, ha) and bonus for the amazing @intimidatingpuffinstudios Soul Stone War Book Cover!!
Best of 2018
Character Introduction 01
Mirabella Tuk, a somewhat different kind of hobbit, but well known for her positive and humorous outlook on even the gloomiest of days.
She is based on the story “Gefährten 2.0″ by Elenor-Rohir and one of eight new companions.
Short snippet from the story (I translated it):
The 38-year-old drove her mare into a gallop with a merry song on her lips.
“Run, Nightstar, as long as we still can! We’re late anyway. You can rest once we get to Bilbo.”
The young woman’s appearance was quite unusual: She was a hobbit-woman, which was particularly noticeable by her long, brown curls and the cheerful, natural demeanour. However, what stood out was her rather big appearance for a hobbit and the shoes on her feet. For a hobbit a very rare sight indeed.
Nonetheless, she was friends with Bilbo Baggins, the hobbit that one day just up and went on an adventure with some dwarfs and the old wizard that roamed around the Shire from time to time. He had returned with riches no hobbit had ever seen before and the people quickly ushered whispers of inheriting his thirst for adventure from the old Tuk, his grandfather.
Perhaps, that was the reason why Mira got along with him so well. She also belonged to the Tuks family and with it the call for adventures, but that was not all. It was rumoured that her unusual size was due to the fact that no pure hobbit blood flowed through her veins. Perhaps she would still sit quietly at the stove and live an ordinary, peaceful life, if it hadn’t been for her parents’ death.
She had lost her parents at a very young age, leaving her behind as an orphan, raised by Bilbo Baggins as if she was his own. But that was another story for another day; today she might go on her biggest adventure yet, where her serenity and courage will be tested. Has her previous adventures prepared her enough for what is to come?
Redemption of the regicide
The woman was dressed in a rather showing lavender dress. Her eyes were rimmed in black, probably smeared with charcoal, but now smudged by the consistently bad weather that plagues Bree, giving her a slightly sinister look. Her stance was confident, as was her smile. Yet it was not genuine. It was false and well-practiced up to the point where you wouldn’t know it was fake unless you’ve mastered it yourself. Her body language was inviting, open and non-threatening. A lot about her was just for show, which told Raigon to be careful with what information he presents to her.
She knew the game well.
Fanart of @intimidatingpuffinstudios character Rai from The Soul Stone War 😍
(Soon I'll be offering character commissions as such)