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This was a paid commission by one of my neighbors, who is a hula dancer instructor! I loved the way this turned out, and it’s my first time drawing a bonfire with procreate! And don’t ask why but her name is Ānuenue!
Dang, I really need to replay Dark Souls
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Country campfires are lit!
Date night
You ask why we camp so often 😉🤫
Oh yes, we certainly would !
Fellow travelers, we would love to hear your stories. Places you have camped, things you’ve done. Our journey has exposed us to some incredible people and places and we’re looking forward to exploring more. Send us a message. We may even be able to meet up with you sometime.
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What campfires are like where we camp
You, me and the 🔥 within.....
Autumn reclaimed.
(RMS, 11-3-21.)
My journey beyond the Asylum walls has been...unwelcoming. I've encountered many, their faces etched with the same weary resignation as my own. A few, however, show signs of a different path. Petrus, bless his soul, offered his guidance. He spoke of miracles, of bolstering faith in the Lords. Though I wonder, are there any Gods left to believe in, in this forsaken land?
That Crestfallen Warrior, he mocks my quest relentlessly. He scoffs, calls it a futile endeavor, his laughter echoing through the hollows. I am a fool, he says, a child playing at heroism. But even he cannot snuff out the fire in my heart. His doubts fuel me.
Undead Burg. What a grim name for a grimmer place. I pushed onwards, only to be met by a terrifying specter—a red ghost! Petrus had spoken of such things, 'Invaders', he called them, undead like myself, yet from another world. It was a harsh lesson. My life was forfeit before I could reach the next bonfire. But...I will return. The fire of Firelink Shrine awaits.
SAMHAIN
By far the best known Gaelic festival, Samhain marked the end of summer in Ireland, when assemblies were held and the cattle were brought to winter pastures. The traditional (though contested) date is usually given as November 1st, with festivities beginning at dusk on October 31st. Like with Bealtaine, the festival of Samhain is marked by bonfires and an emphasis on protection from Otherworldly forces. Syncretism with All Hallow's Eve resulted in many traditions involving the dead or the Daoine Sidhe roaming the lands on Samhain, looking to snatch away or otherwise harm those who did not observe the proper rites. As such, the wearing of disguises and the creation of charms were meant to ward away unwanted attention. Divination games were also common on Samhain, primarily concerning matters of love and marriage. Hiding trinkets such as coins or rings in plates of food and loaves of bread was the most popular method, although apples and hazelnuts were also employed. Samhain is also the setting for many of Irish mythology's most famous tales, especially stories of wooings and conceptions. Modern Scottish tradition associates Samhain with the Cailleach, the hag of winter, who rules over the colder months. The Brugh na Boinne was particularly associated with Samhain, and modern folklore describes it as the site of battles, feasts, and games carried out by the Daoine Sidhe on Samhain night. This piece features a deer skull to evoke the deer herd of the Cailleach and the traditions surrounding death, with crossed swords and the Brugh na Boinne for the Daoine Sidhe. Loaves of bannock and barmbrack, along with nuts and apples, encompass the culinary aspects of the holiday, and the quaich cup (a common sight at weddings) and divinatory trinkets hint at its more romantic overtones. Finally, bonfire flames, a carved tumshie lantern, and a parshell cross serve as charms to ward away Otherworldly dangers. Lá Fhéile Shamhna sona daoibh!
~ 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 ~
𝐣.𝐰. 𝐱 𝐧.𝐬. 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜
There's a hole in my chest
Once there was a bright bonfire
There's a hole in my head
Once there was my strong desire
Now they're filled with ashes
The remains of my passion
Friendly Fire
It’s running on three o’clock and I’m running out of gas While you finish your run getting fresh grass Let’s heat it up this time Burn that fucker while I spit this rhyme Spilling lines in my black and blue book Next to you while I watch that green cook Split it, rip it, pass it, zip it up then sell that shit There’s just one confession I must admit I’ve got a home in the dark and a boy that sparks My love like a bonfire heart Watch us tear this world apart Our generation was doomed from the start And none of that matters because the family here that can inspire A love that will spread like wildfire Weaving through the tangled trees That makes stained lungs cough and your breath heave Inhaling in the seductive air Without any worries, without a single care Because I’ve got my best man by my side With sweet, salty breeze coming from outside And I’ve got my friends that I call my family to keep me cozy inside We’ll watch the sun set and rise in the same sitting There’s no way this is the life to think about quitting In fact, to this special one, I’d rather be committing My soul to the man of my dreams Because when I look in his eyes I see the sun gleam Down on my heart while this bonfire love starts And pass that blunt you roll like it’s a fine art
Fun hangz by the fire. I sit in wonder, feeling like some warped wire. Eyes stare back at me across the room. All along every curve and tangle in the wallpaper you so purposefully placed. Mixed feelings follow the sad blues and vibrant hues. It’s laced. It’s poison seeps in all too conscious in its stream All the while my eyes glazed and gleam. I’ve lost that part of me that had any sort of control Once the flowers start to dance and notice the picture as a whole We become more self aware to the fun house mirror of a life While the fire reflects something distant in the strife When we contemplate the right and wrong and the depth of the universe This is the new generation, and we decide things and our bodies cursed Sweeps and scraps across the night to cleanse our soul slowly The brush burns, it twists and turns into more than unholy.