motetus

Draws things of questionable quality. Stuff I am rather fond of: Rings of Power, Black Sails, The Witcher, ancient Romans, and walruses.

[finngualart]

i downloaded Krita and i tried out some fun brushes to ink and colour this sketch of an ancient ship that i recently rediscovered and that is a perfect vessel for the bottomless yearning in my soul :^)

[yimmygee]

EGO DEATH

[depsidase]

[motetus]

"I don't want roses, they're rather old-lady-ish" I said a few years back when I first got a garden. Fuck yeah I'm an old lady now, look at my beautiful children.

From top left: Gertrude Jekyll, Golden Celebration, Queen of Sweden, Kew Gardens, Boscobel, Roald Dahl, Eustacia Vye, Dannahue, Emma Bridgewater.

[calamitys-child]

Odysseus, on his return from Ithaca

[Lino print on paper]

[theophile-steinlen]

Girl with Cat, Theophile Steinlen

https://www.wikiart.org/en/theophile-steinlen/girl-with-cat

[motetus]

The best thing I have made from clay so far, couldn't be happier with how the glaze came out.

[justavoiceinthevoid]

ROP Underdogs Event - Day 2

Prompt: Victory/Loss

Characters: Glûg's Family

It is hot.

She finds a fallen tree, gnarled and blackened, and sits by the base near the roots. There is noise in the distance, howls and cheers and singing. It can wait. For once, there is boundless time to celebrate, for there is no more danger here.

This is their home now.

She holds out her hand. The skies are still a hazy red, dark swirls moving in like storm-clouds. She lets the ash collect in her palm, spreads it lightly with her thumb. Satisfied, she presses the hand to the swell of her stomach, begins to rub in slow, even circles.

Your home now. Can you feel it? We found it just in time.

There is no more danger here. And there is much to celebrate.

***

She knows.

Perhaps she has known from the moment they left. She watched him go, marching back towards the sun, and a part of her had known he wasn't coming back.

Perhaps she knew even before that.

She had let him take the little one in his arms, let him hold her close, brush ash across her forehead like when she was born. He said nothing, but she had worried. Did that count as knowing? Did she truly know then too?

It doesn't matter when. She knows it now. It has been too long, and though the sky is the same, their home no longer feels safe.

There is nowhere else to go. The world has changed too much.

[yyyyona]

as u can see, i just can't get past some elf with a scarred face...

[motetus]

The garden in spring🌹

[thecollectibles]

Art by Viktor Bykov

[secretdazedragon]

[thatuglymeme]

he's processing one single word per minute

[sparrowlucero]

kennel (prints)

[saudariel]

ADAR and ELROND in THE RINGS OF POWER 2.07 Doomed to Die

[the-little-owl]

Since I managed to lock me out of my old account, here they are again: a meeting at Senator Bubo's house, just before March 15th ...

[i-draws-dinosaurs]

The Ides of March: How To More Effectively Confront a Sith Lord

ID: A painting by William Holmes Sullivan of the assassination of Julius Caesar, with the conspirators’ swords edited into blue and green lightsabers with one man in the foreground holding a purple lightsaber. Force lightning has been added coming from Caesar’s hand.