Eden Larkspur

artist who is bad at updating tumblr

[hannahlockillustration]

Journey Forth!

[evilponds]

bro why did i decide to get my thigh tattooed (⬅️ is in the chair as we speak)

[evilponds]

[through gritted teeth] its going to look so sick when its done

[evilponds]

that shit hurted

[evilponds]

also thank you @edenlarkspur for another masterpiece btw

[charliedzilla]

“Fungi make worlds. They also unmake them."

On etsy as prints, notebooks, brooches and stickers.

[the-evil-clergyman]

Illustrations from The Romance of King Arthur and His Knights of the Round Table by Arthur Rackham (1917)

[bucephaly]

Loons for @akayv

[beezhive]

oh ur a druid and ur green? wowwwww

[edenlarkspur]

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Here's a (super) rough draft of a song I wrote 10 years ago in high school- seemed appropriate to share today.

Lyrics under the cut!

Oh, Soothsayer, tell us what you know

Soothsayer, is it just for show?

Propaganda can shape reality

Make conspirators of devotees

What are we?

And we took turns stabbing the Emperor and watched him bleed before our eyes

and we took turns stabbing the Emperor and watched him bleed on the Ides

On the Ides of March, through the eyes of Mars

On the Ides of March, through the eyes of Mars

Oh, fair citizens, why this animosity?

Fair citizens, we've prevented tyranny

Love your coward, sure, but love us more

Havoc! Let slip the dogs of war

To the sea

And we took turns stabbing the Emperor and watched him bleed before our eyes

and we took turns stabbing the Emperor and watched him bleed on the Ides

Even you, even you, even you, even you

And you hurt worse than all of the others

For he loved you the most and you were just like your brothers

On the Ides of March, through the eyes of Mars

On the Ides of March, through the eyes of Mars

Oooooooh

We can't blame this one on the stars

The fault is ours, the fault is ours

It does not matter how

We are the tyrants now, we are the tyrants now

Even you, even you, even you, even you

And you hurt worse than all of the others

For he loved you the most and you were just like your brothers

On the Ides of March, through the eyes of Mars

On the Ides of March, through the eyes of Mars

[the-evil-clergyman]

She saw a man arrive in a laced hat and coat, from Comtesse de Ségur’s Old French Fairy Tales by Virginia Frances Sterrett (1920)

[pidgeinn-old]

her names courier pigeon

[catadromously]

despite everything, it's still you

[evilponds]

one month apart (:

[peashooter85]

An interesting German dagger, 19th century.

from Czerny’s International Auction House

[helenmask]

just because I can, here is the other color version

[t5t]

COME OUT! magazine, Vol 1, Issue 1, 1969

[antiquesncollectibles]

Mouseman carved oak fruit bowl. 🐁

[palipunk-deactivated20260328]

A farewell to the last Palestinian crocodile

The Palestinian crocodile went extinct during the British Mandate period of Palestine, it’s last traceable rhetorical circulation to 1935. Here, the crocodile represents the ecological damage of colonialism in Palestine’s indigenous wildlife, which extends to modern day occupied Palestine. [further reading]. 

[bogsleep]

Alfred's Heron by Carol Eckert cotton, linen, wire (14.5 x 19 x 2.5")

[doomhope]

[ID: Textile sculpture of a single bird wing in a blended variety of classic natural dye colors, mostly shades of brown, peach, and grey. The feathers are all uniquely shaped and textured, and many have ridges, visible stitching, or both. End ID]