Beloved & Motley

The Fool

[Robin Hobb]

The image and the associated poem. I think you know what it's about.

Pain

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵… 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥… 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦…

𝘔𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 … 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯…

𝘔𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘥 Lays in a heap…

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵... 𝘔𝘺 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 S𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴…

𝘗𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘯 all 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦…

𝘔𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯,

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵…

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱…

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦?

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥…

𝘙𝘦𝘥… 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦… 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 …

𝘈𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘺… !

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃...!

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱… 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦… !

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥…

𝒩𝒪!

𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦!

𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳… 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳…

𝒩𝒪, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵

𝘔𝘺 𝘍𝘪𝘵𝘻… 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥… 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 ...

𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯…

𝘠𝘦𝘵... 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥..

𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯…

𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦… 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦… 𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃...

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱…

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱… 𝘐 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵…

𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝒩𝒪𝒯 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵…

𝘠𝘦𝘵,

𝐻𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹

The Fool’s winter motley (I have NO MEMORY of how it’s described so it’s probably totally wrong) for trisshawkeye. This was meant to be another fifteen-for-a-fiver sketch but I regret to say I got SERIOUSLY carried away and spent like four hours on it instead. I was meant to do other work tonight. Dammit.

‘And if my ears do not deceive me, she is indeed her father’s daughter.’

very rare art post since i’m not confident enough to post oc stuff here and that’s what i’m making most of rn </3 anyway i am never not thinking about her

Happy Valentines Day to all no matter if you are romantically involved or not. We all deserve some flowers. Made from one of my photos from Scotland....

The Awakening

Eugene De Blaas

oil on canvas, 1893

Malta & Tintaglia for @roostercrowned's Bingtown Homeward Bound -zine

When you give your most beloved personal in the worl all of his pain back and his humanity with it and you know it’s gonna be painful so you try to make it as gentle as possible

prince Fitz au... I love him a lot