#forest burns

[marejadilla]

Rand Burns, "Snowdrops", 2021, acrylic on canvas. American artist.

[comradekarin]

jacaela trying to hide that they crazy as hell……

[dimpletheheck]

Don't forget! ☀️

It is incredibly uncomfortable.

[masqueradereveler21]

“Believe me, Professor, I’ve been asking myself the same question for the whole year.”

• Another commission done by the wonderful @millyillus 🤍 thank you again for bringing this character to life, I am forever amazed by your talent •

[celine-song]

리틀 포레스트 (Little Forest)

— 2018, dir. Yim Soon-rye

[sheikfangirl]

A page from my post-Botw Zelink comic. Each chapter covers key moments of my headcanon. I don't think my comic is super revolutionary in terms of story because there is so much fan content out there and im super classic and vanilla... but i dont care. I'm having fun creating my own take on what happened. This project is a time consuming blackhole and I draw it all out of order because I have no discipline whatsoever 😭 😂 It was originally just random black and white pages here and there with no cohesions, like my stand alone illustrations... but the illustrations became pages. The project is basically me fan-servicing my own self. 😂😂

Then it exploded, i've been adding color, cleaning up my panels, pimping the backgrounds.

I still unsure on which platform i will make it available to read. The friends who got my out of my shipping closet are screaming to me to print a fanzine, but i'm lazy hahaha. Might do a patreon eventually, idk.

Oh yeah, this is a panel from the chapter where Zelda and Link go back to Korok forest to put the Master Sword back in it's pedestal... I'm old, i played the old games. One of my BotW nitpics was that it didnt include the classic moment where the sword rests once again, like in ALttP and OoT. I like traditions okay!!!! Cheers!!!

[arc-hus]

Oruç House, Mineral del Monte, Mexico - Saavedra Arquitectos

[aroaessidhe]

some aspec books coming out in 2024. netgalley, I am in your walls

[letmeinimafairy]

A beautiful scene I saw the road to Ural mountains - burned forest overgrown with fireweed. There were a lot of wildfires last year, this year gave a reprieve with all the rains, so scorched patches are slowly healing.

Painted on a piece of pale blue sea pottery. Available.

[gen4grl]

a nap in the sun

[cheebuss]

[click for details] The council (poll) has spoken with a clear winner! and here they are! Pyro warrior cat >:D!!

Probably the most difficult one yet, but I had a lot of fun trying to problem solve how to design them in a way that still maintained their anonymity

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Always have flowers in their pelts!

Covered in thick mud constantly (they like it :] dries a bit near rear.)

"Mask" is a trash bag and plastic bottle with a wet rag inside (made by their respective Engineers.)

"Flamethrower" is an ignited stick covered in pine resin.

In battle, either Pyro will take a mouthful of a mixture made from prey's fatty oils and tree sap and spray it on their breath onto the ignited stick while aiming with their tail (think a fire breather.)

[homosekularnost]

official thank you to this post for reminding me of what presaux put that man through

[fiteclub1999]

Something about forest fires and destructive forces ft jason

[adobe-outdesign]

my personal semi-serious interpretation of the Ponyta line is that the Galarian versions are actually the originals and the Kantonian regionals are an evolutionary adaption to keep people they deem not pure of heart from trying to ride on their backs

this horse does NOT want you to put a saddle on it

[the-watcher-in-the-sky]

In the depths of the forest

Forgotten rites

[heybiji]

Roshan walks with the two Potts, gazing around at the fields and forests painted in warm colors by the setting sun. He remarks, "It is a lovely view from here."

Gazing outward, past the broken walls he had put up 20 years ago, Arthund nods and says, "Forgot. Forgot how... how pretty it all is."

I recently finished running an original oneshot for some friends, The Reaching Woods. It was a story about a little village surrounded by a big wall and the nearby forest's sudden overgrowth threatening to crush it all. It was also a story about blame and guilt.

Arthund Potts, when we met him, could barely speak at all. Too many years spent drinking and weeping. If he was even conscious he was all grunts and sloppy gestures. The scene above was at the end of the oneshot (okay, eighteenshot), once the party returned from the dark, evil woods.