#tree folk

[peikonlainen]

Random sketches out of mind hole. These truly are themed "no thoughts, just joy"

[chronivore]

[tiffanyengland]

Who else loves tree folks? I did a little redesign with my seedling ents and I’m really loving them 

Email me if you’re interested in getting one of these littles as a tattoo: TiffanyModernCraftTattoo@gmail.com

[starinthebasement]

I had seen a figurine of "Bob Moss" on TikTok so now my brain has written out a side quest scenario for him.

You come across a grove next to the field overlook. On closer inspection the mounds of dirt or sculpted out like shelves holding little bowls full of colored liquid. Across from the earthen shelves sits a large easel made of fallen trees with a plank of bark resting on it. A low boom comes from the woods. Into the grove a large, slender, and silvery tree steps a little shocked to see you there. "Well hello little fella," he says bending over to greet you. A blue bird tweets from his shoulder as he does also signalling a welcome. "I am Bob Moss. Are you a friend who's come to paint with us?" You have many questions for Bob and his bird. He explains that the paints are from the flowers, berries, and water he has gathered. You ask about his choice of canvas. He explains, "The life of a tree is to never bring harm to our world or break the balance. The bark I paint on is from fallen friends or family. A small piece to keep with me whilst they recycle back to nature. I like to paint a happy memory I have with them to keep their spirits alive." He gestures to a rock face where many of the painted barks hang with beautiful sceneries.

Bon readily offers you any paint or natural ingredients he has gathered. His bird offers you a trinket or two in exchange for a trinket.

......

Later, you return to the once green grove only to find it ransacked and razed. Trees tore down, the easel lay shattered and kneeling in the middle is Bob. The floor of the grove is stained with colors from his shatter paint bowls. Overhead a line of smoke from a pile in front of the gentle ent. You lay a hand on his shoulder and hear the low chirp of his bird. Its eyes lay heavy and sad upon you. Rounding the top of Bob's head you see the smoldering remains of his paintings. Charred and destroyed in front of the ent. All but the one that he held in his hands. It smoked and was charred on the edges but was still whole. The large tree turned his head to face you. Eyes as soft as the skies over the mountains but as glossy as the streams stared at you. As the sappy tears ran down his face, in a low shaking voice he said, "I hope the hurt soul that did this finds peace in doing so."

[dollydharma]

[amy---pearson]

Does anyone else see roots on the ground in the forest as a snake trail leading us on an adventure?

[nuttystarfishdreamland]

[unknownorgan]

[lobsterfangirl]

having fun with inking brushes. I wanted to do a tree person who is more wiry and twisted, rather than the typical big, stoic type often seen.

[halloween-sweets]

[mamafidjar]

march 2022, shot by me

[chronivore]

[assassin1513]

🌲🖤Mystical Village🖤🌲

[acertifiedmoron]

seeing some prophecy discourse which has once again reminded me why i personally find the prospect of dany as the prince that was promised really compelling. and it makes the targaryens so much thematically richer. like, they only survived the doom through the power of prophecy and then the visions marked them forever and this thing, this blessing which gave generations of targaryens some existential meaning eventually morphed into a curse which brought so many of them great misery—"my brothers dreamed of dragons too, and the dreams killed them, every one." (aemon, affc) and in due course almost ended their line once again with rhaegar. but then dany happened.

almost four hundred years since the doom when prophecy saved them and nearly killed them again on the trident, dany was born. dany who carries echoes of all her targaryen ancestors within her. she's aegon the conqueror come again but she's also maegor the cruel when she promises the khals who had hurt her khalasar would die screaming. she's rhaenyra in her struggles to wield power and establish legitimacy as a woman, she shares her sense of egalitarianism with egg, and she drinks from the cup passed from rhaegar, i.e. inherits (what he once thought of) his narrative destiny to help defend the realms during the long night.

dany who is both their beginning, since she's the first targaryen created and introduced to us on page and the narrative end point of their dynasty. which reflects all the way into her arc being cyclical by design as it calls back to the foundation of the valyrian empire in essos—during the fifth war the freehold torched old ghis with dragonfire so nothing would grow there again and centuries later this girl, the last dragon, is going to help plant trees there again. it's not about retreading old ground or rejecting her house words but about redefining what it means to be the blood of the dragon. which is not to say all that came before her was meaningless since this recontextualisation is only possible through the three centuries of ancestral history weighing on her. and dany's very existence echoes back in time because the prophecy itself has influenced the lives of generations of targaryens. three hundred years of history, all the glory and the horror concentrated in this one person-point. the prince that was promised not simply as a figure of the long night but as someone who is the apotheosis of their house. dany as both their beginning and their end, because the iron throne is presently a symbol of stagnation, a world in stasis, and it has to go. no restoration, instead the old world dying in fire and a new world being born in the aftermath.

[aster-wright-writes]

I once described bears in trees as a group that writes music for people who want to be crows, do y’all think this is accurate.

[ericafails]

Neo

I had to take a break from my break to draw Jeff’s cat.