nostalgic Lokean goth spud

Another version of the illustration. With the opened eyes.

And quote from a Samhain song.

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"Закрасила ночь чернотою осеннее небо, Рассыпала капельки инея – белые звёзды. Самайна приходит волшебное тёмное время, Из мрака зовёт за собой потаённые грёзы.

Самайн! Голос мой летит вдаль Самайн! Что прошло, то не жаль. Самайн! Отгорели костры. Самайн! Мир уснёт до весны."

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[translation]

"The night turned the autumn sky black, Scattered drops of frost – white stars. Samhain the magical dark time is coming, Out of the darkness, it calls for hidden dreams.

Samhain! My voice flies into the distance Samhain! What has passed is not a pity. Samhain! The bonfires were burned out. Samhain! The world will sleep until spring."

"Самайн" фолк-группы Cailleach / "Samhain" folk-music band Cailleach

Loki

"...Я зарастаю мхом. Вены впадают в реки, Скрыты давно плющом Щёки мои и веки.

Волосы – шкура лисья, Лес – и дворец и дом… Я одеваюсь в листья. Я зарастаю мхом.... "

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"…I am overgrown with moss. My veins flow into rivers, My cheeks and eyelids have long been hidden by ivy.

My hair is a fox's skin, The forest is both a palace and a home… I am clothed in leaves. I am overgrown with moss…."

[translation]

I see this piece shared all the time without credit so:

It’s by Tristan Elwell who can be found on Instagram and Bluesky

Loki is the flutter in your stomach before telling a joke.

Loki is the warmth of a campfire.

Loki is the sudden joy of seeing a wildflower growing out of concrete.

Loki is the brain freeze after eating icecream.

Loki is the first sip of morning coffee.

Loki is the thrill of a road trip.

Art by morbidmomma