#Tell me if you wanna see the Timelapse! | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

somekindofpoet · 1 year

Note

I came onto your account ready to tell you I was feening and ask about a possible release date for the next chapter. Ecstatic about seeing that you actually already dropped it today! I actually have a few questions about the the story

Who asked first in terms of being in a relationship? From my understanding they’ve already established it with the most recent update but I’m curious about who brought it up first.

When Jenna mentioned that she would probably be visiting her family on her free day it made me wonder about reader’s family. I mean the reader doesn’t seem necessarily close to her family at all and I’m wondering if it’s just because they live far away from one another or if it’s because of something that happened when they were younger and now they’re estranged.

Does everybody on set know about their relationship?

When Jenna mentioned not being able to separate herself from her character what does that entail? I mean might sound like a stupid question but I’m just wondering if we’ll be seeing Jenna get too absorbed by her role to the point where she unintentionally picks up characteristics/mannerisms/interests from Judas so when she said her last partner wasn’t able to separate her from her character is it because she wouldn’t really just be Jenna to them sometimes? Jenna’s a perfectionist and I know people try to capture their character by method acting, did her former partner have a problem in the sense of “I wanna just be in a relationship with Jenna, not Jenna and (her character)” or “I don’t like seeing what you’re filming on set, you’re not like that with me”

-R🍀

Hello my friend! These are all amazing questions and I can tell you’re paying attention to my hidden intentions when you ask them. So first, their relationship. I left it out in a Timelapse on purpose, so I can write it in a one shot story extension later when I finish this and inevitably miss them.

On Readers family. They live in Northern California, so they don’t see each other often due to distance. It’s not as far as Reader has been from them in the past, but it’s still not in the LA area like Jenna’s family. Since Reader was military, she’s used to it. They’re not estranged just adjusted to the space.

Jenna and Reader are not hiding their relationship from people on set but are not kicking the door down and and going “HEY EVERYONE WERE HAVING SEX!” Lol if you know what I mean.

This last question isn’t stupid, and I wrote it for a reason! Jenna will inevitably take things from her characters, good or bad. She has a hard time shutting it off, she’s not a method actor, but the switch is slow to flip back to normal, if that makes sense. Her ex was unable to cope with her having relationships with people on camera. Seeing her kiss other actors, and the closeness of an R rated scene was too much for them. They couldn’t separate who she was when she was touching someone on camera, and who she was when she was off camera. Which is why Jenna is worried about Reader, and the inevitable Judas and her wives scenes.

6 notes · View notes

planterfulpieces · 11 months

Text

Yall let me tell you, this current pattern of mine has been a MAJOR PAIN TO WORK ON but I did it, the test printed perfectly and now I wanna get a camera on my printer so I can record a timelapse vid for u guys to see bc it's honestly pretty cool. Or well, I think it's pretty cool. I think u planty people will like it too. I'm debating building a collection around it or just selling it as a solo product. Hmmmmm

ANYWAY here's some up close shots of our Crown Planters, I had to use a macro and I could have gotten EVEN closer and I might if yall are as interested in satisfying layers as I am

(If you got Shrek gifs or jokes please, please use them, omg)

Close...

And closer...

And MOST CLOSEST (forgive the slight fuzz I'm cropping on my phone hehehehe)

Oddly satisfying, right? I love it!

1 note · View note

torisauras · 2 years

Photo

Posted @withrepost • @toribbearly Was only planning on posting one piece this week (don’t worry it’s still coming!) but when I finished this I was so proud of myself I just had to post it and a time lapse 😂 it’s one part of a larger piece that I’ll post next week but I’m super proud of this! I think it looks great (even if I struggled with the colour theory on it that made some colours look funky during the process 😵‍💫) Points go out to anyone that can tell me where this is! 😜 — If you like this, give it a wee like and follow if you wanna see more 🥰 @ToriBBearly on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Ko-Fi and RedBubble 💞 — #digitalpainting #digitalart #procreate #procreateart #procreatedrawing #toribear #toribbearly #flowers #flowerpainting #landscape #scenery #scenerypainting #timelapse #timelapsevideo #timelapseart https://www.instagram.com/p/CjiYlViM93i/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#digitalpainting #digitalart #procreate #procreateart #procreatedrawing #toribear #toribbearly #flowers #flowerpainting #landscape #scenery #scenerypainting #timelapse #timelapsevideo #timelapseart

0 notes

ryukatters · 2 years

Note

kat, *shakes empty cup* spare coochie (uni jean hcs) pls

Spare coochie (jean headcanons) incoming!!!

Pairing: jean kirstein x fem!reader

Content/warnings: university! au, fluff, jean is nail artist because i said so, overstimulation

SFW

Kinesiology/exercise science/physical therapy major. Minors in either design or visual art as stress relief (we’ll come back to this). Eventually finishes up those required courses by the end of his 3rd year, so he decides to double major in business management because he didn’t feel like graduating early.

He has a general sense of what he wants to do. He knows he likes helping others, which is why physical therapy is appealing to him. But if that doesn’t work out, he doesn’t mind entering the business field. Has enough confidence and leadership skills to make it big there.

Remember how I said he minored in visual arts as a form of stress relief? Big mistake. As much as Jean loves painting, sketching, drawing, you name it, he realized that he hates doing it for a grade. He’s a perfectionist, and he hates the pressure that due dates put on him. He always feels like he’s half assing his work (still looks amazing) and he doesn’t want school to ruin his passion and inspiration.

Can get away with putting very minimal effort in studying for his classes. He remembers things pretty well, and is good at conceptualizing topics and applying them when it comes to tests.

That being said, he’ll gladly accompany you to the library or cafe to study. Means he gets a free pass to ogle at you all focused, without you noticing (most of the time).

When you do look up and find your boyfriend staring at you, he just cocks his head to the side and gives you a smile while reaching across the table to give your hand an encouraging squeeze.

Has an eye for photography. If you wanna live out your IG baddie influencer dreams, Jean will gladly be your photographer and hype man. If you’re camera shy, he (un)intentionally builds your confidence over time because of all the photos he takes of you. He’ll tell you how to pose, what expression to make, etc. You best believe he’ll buy an expensive editing program just to use their nice ass presets.

Has...a bit of cuteness aggression? Sometimes he sees you and just wants to squeeze the life out of you. He doesn’t tell you that though, and he has yet to give into those urges.

Likes it when you have your nails done, especially if they’re a bit on the longer side. Likes it even more when you run your nails across his skin or scratch his scalp lightly.

Speaking of nails, he doesn’t mind paying for them!! But there was one time where he found a really cool design that he wanted you to have but the nail tech couldn’t replicate it, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. 2 days later, Jean invites you over and he has a mini nail salon set up in his living room (thanks Amazon Prime).

Starts out with just those press on nails that he paints cute little designs on, but eventually progresses to using gel extensions (Jean: “the tutorials I watched said that acrylics are bad for your nail beds, babe. I’m just watching out for you.”)

He’s proud of his work LMAO. He’ll take pics of him holding your hand to show off your nails and also posts timelapses of him doing your nails on tiktok/instagram. Somehow goes viral overnight, and now people are seriously asking him for his prices. Maybe this is his calling.

He is very romantic, and very much likes to play into “traditional” dating stereotypes. Very chivalrous. If he could help it, you don't have to even lift a finger. He respects your independence, but also wants to help as much as he can. (“What’s the point of you dating me if you won’t let me carry your bag?”)

An excellent cook. He is, however, very particular about how things are done in the kitchen. Probably has to do with the fact that none of his housemates (Eren, Armin, Connie) even know how to properly julienne an onion. They are to stay clear of the kitchen when Jean is in there, lest they want a handful of flour to the face. You, however, can watch. He even lets you help him, even if it’s just by being a taste tester.

Don’t be surprised if he’s shoving a tupperware full of last night’s dinner into your hands when you show up to class, or texting you to come over because you just have to try his handmade ravioli. His love language is food and I will die on that hill!

NSFW

I’ve said this before, but Jean will turn you into a pillow princess. You don’t have a choice. His baby girl deserves only the best, so just sit back and enjoy the ride babe <3

It’s not that he dislikes having you do work, because he’ll gladly concede when you ask nicely (most of the time), it’s just that he likes seeing your body talk— and he likes seeing what it has to say when he’s the one causing it.

He especially likes it when you get that hazy look in your eyes, legs trembling from overstimulation

In my head, Jean is pretty gentle. I think he’s aware of his own strength and doesn’t lack spatial awareness (unlike a certain green eyed brunet) so he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you. Unless you ask for it, of course.

When you suck him off, his hands are restless. Gripping your hair, jaw, neck, but he lets go quickly because he doesn’t want you to bruise. He eventually opts for fisting the sheets, knuckles turning white as he shoots cum down your throat.

Loves you in lingerie. The way the straps and lace hug your body has him sucking in his breath.

Will also ask you to nude model for him under the guise of it being “anatomy practice.” I thought artists weren’t allowed to touch the model? Then why is your boyfriend feeling you up?

Oh, and he will definitely be your photographer if you want a boudoir shoot. As long as he gets to keep the photos, of course.

#jean im so sorry i still dk how to spell your last name #jean x reader #aot x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean headcanons #jean kirstein headcanons #jean kirschstein smut #jean kirschtein headcanons #this is all i have im sorry #i go back into my hole now #kat’s writing

497 notes · View notes

ruby-whistler · 3 years

Text

i made a list of the vibes of the hermits i watch, so you might want to check some of them out! this is just mostly jokes, but i thought all of the more “serious” propaganda was missing something, so have what truly makes hermitcraft worth it; the players’ unique styles!

will be back on my dsmp stuff asap but it’s the first day of season 8 and i would really appreciate if you checked them out through the links provided :]

Grian; [ episode one link ]

vibes of a 17 year old mcyter, is actually 27 and married

noo not my red jumpah!

chaotic capitalist

someone is making the server better through order? *starts another war* whoops, hand slipped :D

he built a- he rebuilt his entire megabase in survival, above a giant lake of lava, in the nether, on hard mode, upside down??

“watching as scar dies over and over in my trap is peak comedy and i’m tired of pretending it’s not” but it happens like 5 times i every season

video editing is very main-stream and good for short attention spans!

*sad montage over losing stuff he’ll get back in 15 minutes because he’s rich*

pesky birdd! great elytra flier! amazing builder! will tnt your house! poultrymannn!!

wholesome, chaos incarnate, talented architect

why won’t mumbo respond to my messages it’s been two weeks :[ (clingy)

doors???????????? your house has doors???? no doors for you good sir!

will laugh a lot at a lot of things, esp when he’s with his friends

genuinely just so fun to watch

Mumbo Jumbo; [ episode one link ]

perfect british accent

mustache man (warning: he has no mustache irl)

*fails ten businesses in a row* iskall please help

redstone is his element

“it’s actually quite simple” i like your funny words magic man, now can you repeat how in the hell you made a that fancy vault work-

filmographer?? i think? met up with grian irl

him and grian have a robot son named grumbot. that has nothing to do with the vibes but i had to mention him because he means a lot to me.

tries to stay out of wars and server politics until someone (grian) drags him into them

minigame maker, makes the hermits competitive and that is scary (also very funny) e. g. button, hermit challengesss!

“it’ll be fineee” *que shot of everything on fire behind him*

makes his base a living being and then all his neighbors end up feeding it instead of him

conspiracy theorist. bumbo baggins. the usual.

very entertaining videos that help you learn more about minecraft mechanics!

GoodTimesWithScar; [ episode one link ]

wheelchair creator with literally the best vibes

so wholesome i. he is so cool he makes me so happy :’D

*extremely cool announcer voice* ooooo hello there my fellow miners and crafters, good timeees with scar heree, and welcome backk to the wonderful world of hermits and crafting, and we’re flying over-

commentates everything extremely well

spends tenths of hours on builds within a single video and doesn’t bat an eye

lore for all of his builds! he builds these amazing bases to tell a story!

“i wanna see white flags! white flags, outside your base, by-“ wait no wrong anti-rebellion army leader

all videos have a clear objective

mostly building, but he loves hanging out/helping his friends!

loves disney movies! wants to go to space! :D

kind-hearted, always makes everyone else smile

can be chaotic but usually just tries to have fun and make sure everyone else has fun too

*flies into a tree on half a heart* wait what why did i die D:

scar. scar please eat. you’re going to die for the tenth time this video-

the non-chaotic capitalist, has extremely creative shop designs

a danger to himself, but also the kind of person you can’t be angry at for long

BdoubleO100; [ episode one link ]

the guitar music at the beginning of his videos brings a smile to my face, it just has such an immaculate mood

*camera pans over him as said music plays* ladies and gentlemen welcome to another episode of hoimycraffff

the way he talks is extremely endearing

one of the best builders on the server - probably best builder of interiors in existence

able to make a palette using any number of strange blocks and then make amazing builds using it

built a whole castle as a backdrop, then built an entire giant mountain for said castle

extremely sensitive to short jokes, usually gets pranked by others because his reactions are always so funny

his daughters show up from time to time in his room while he’s recording and it’s so cute

*has no way to see the sun but still knows it’s nighttime* gotta go schleep!

scar, pointing at him “this is why we can’t have nice sunsets”

(scar dies because of mobs every time bdubs isn’t on the server to sleep)

likes to be accomplice because he isn’t the one being made fun of (/lh)

*shoots himself in front of a confused grian because he thinks the guy wants his face again when he’s actually just looking for a netherportal*

is usually the underdog so it feels good when he wins

they’re all actually such great friends so it’s genuinely funny to watch

he himself is amazing at entertainment and just a very cool guy

ImpulseSV; [ episode one link ]

what’s going on everyone, my name is impulse and welcome back to hermitcraft!

always speaks with a smile in his voice

has a good dynamic with basically everyone

great co-worker and always helps out if he can

had his base turned pink during the swap, and instead of changing it back afterwards, he dyed his skin’s hair and clothing pink to match it

very cool and original building style!

makes a lot of farms and sells what he gets in his few shops

makes money to be able to do more stuff and make more farms

blows up most his base ever so often to rebuild parts. you know, like a normal person does in minecraft survival.

the grind is never over

the guy who always gets all of the work done on the school project and proceeds to be chill about it

always has very cool side-projects going on and puts his heart into all of them

pog timelapses!!

Rendog; [ episode one link ]

*short, funny scene from the video at the beginning slowly fades out into great music

dogs howling as the half-dog half-cog logo comes up*

greetiiings cyberdogs and citizens of the interbubs! this is ren diggity dawg coming atcha, in another minecraft episodes varuuummm the hermit. craft. server. (hey!)

we’re kicking things off today my friends, from the- *location name on screen*

that intro gets me hyped every time

he’s a furry who talks in bro language it’s great i swear - very atypical but fun

he transformed an entire biome into a star wars planet for his base

his building skills and dedication are incredible

horny (just a little bit)

the only person who cared about mycelium in the whole rebellion

does a lot of roleplay-themed stuff and mysteries to be solved

“b-dubba-dubs one hundred”

extremely upbeat & sweet guy

adds -age after everything “biddage” “flyage” to make it sound Cooler

amazingly positive always and funny as hell

mcc winner!! wooooooooo :D

always tries to be where stuff is happening and interact with people

very entertaining editing style

Iskall85; [ episode one link ]

drives joke into the mud and then picks them up and does it again which is funny

starts videos with one-off bits

iskallman!!! the superhero literally no one needed and yet there he is

only has one (1) braincell when with mumbo

they both do and they’re hilarious together every time

like when they laughed at squeaky noises for ten minutes straight. guys please you’re adult men

bernie the leaf master

omega (something) of doom!!

encourages gambling (in a videogame)

he has so many jokes he keeps using i can’t possibly fit them all in here

basically a wildcard

i have no idea what he’s doing this season

i have no idea what he’s doing ever actually

tame chaos, confusing to the point when it’s funny again

really great builder as well!

mostly for younger audiences but his videos are a good watch in general

feel free to send asks about hc! i’m already loosely involved in hermitblr but yeah, my dsmp followers aren’t immune :] /lh /j

#long post #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s8 #hermitblr #ruby's rambles #:]#all my personal opinions #just wanted to add to the hype lol

833 notes · View notes

panicpr1nce · 2 years

Text

Have a Mumbo!!! (this is so cute wtf how did I make this)

Tell me if you wanna see a timelapse of these boios >:)

Time taken: 3 hours 13 Minutes

App Used: IbisPaintX

PLEASE DO NOT TRACE, COPY, OR REPOST MY ART WITHOUT PERMISSION

#hermitcraft season 8 #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft mumbo #last life mumbo

39 notes · View notes

themorethingschange · 3 years

Text

Teaser for Ep 12: The Great Imagination Adventure

Remus can't sleep. Virgil can't make him sleep. But he can keep him company. And sometimes that's enough.

Characters: Brotherly Remus & Virgil

Words: 978

Warnings: mentions of dissociation/unreality

Notes: Have a fun little bit that doesn’t quite fit anymore in the episode with the change in POV but was too good not to share <3

—

Remus blinked tired, heavy eyes, pinching the soft skin on the inside of his elbow. The sharp pain helped a little, but not by much. He was still exhausted.

His hands were a little shaky as he dug a finger into an exposed patch of dirt, sending a tiny spark of awareness into the soil. There wasn't much there, dead leaf matter, some uninteresting rocks, good, healthy soil. He sent a little more power out, and found something that sparked his interest.

A spore. Some kind of mushroom, from a species that Remus was unfamiliar with. Frowning a bit, he poked at it, focusing around it.

It wasn't dangerous, that much was certain, and it was not parasitic, so it wouldn't hurt the forest around it. It didn't seem to need anything to flourish in this environment. It was new, carried over from the mother colony by the wind or by animals. All it needed was time to grow.

Remus looked around. It probably wasn't the best idea to do this little trick with how tired he was, but now that the curiosity had sunk in, he found he really, really wanted to know what this strange little mushroom would grow into.

He held out his hand, summoning some of his power and forming it into a small, sheer bubble, glowing the same sickly green as the glow in the dark stars Thomas had once stuck to his ceiling. Carefully, he manipulated the bubble until it encased the spore.

“Whatcha doing?”

Remus bit back a yelp, whirling around and crushing his bubble in the process. “Virgil!” he hissed. “You fucking asshole, why would you sneak up on me like that?”

“I assumed you saw me,” Virgil said, looking confused. “You looked right at me, trash panda.”

Remus swallowed hard.

He didn't remember seeing Virgil just now.

Was Virgil even real? Or did he fall asleep accidentally, and start dreaming again?

“Rem?” Virgil said, suddenly much closer than before. When had he gotten closer? “You feeling okay, dude?”

“I’m fine,” Remus said quickly. He couldn’t just ask Virgil if he was real—if he wasn’t, wouldn’t he just lie?

And if he was real, he’d start asking why Remus didn't know that he was real.

“Uh huh. So it's like that, huh?” Virgil asked enigmatically. Remus gave him a side eye as he sat on the ground next to Remus.

“What were you doing?” he asked abruptly. When Remus looked confused, he twiddled his fingers, gesturing at the ground. “You were doing a trick, right?”

“Oh!” Remus looked back at the dirt. “Just a timelapse bubble.”

“Of what?”

“Mushroom. Didn't recognize it, wanted to see what it looked like.”

Virgil waited. “Well, go on,” he prompted. “Let’s see what it looks like.”

Remus blinked. “Since when do you care about fungus?”

“Just grow the damn mushroom, trash panda,” Virgil said, playfully exasperated, nudging Remus with his shoe.

Bewildered, Remus called another bubble, successfully capturing the spore within it without interruption. He concentrated, breathing out once before he began spinning his finger clockwise around the bubble.

At first, nothing happened for a few moments. Then the ground began to shift slightly, until the tip of a moonlight pale cap began to emerge from the dirt.

Remus felt Virgil move a little closer as he kept concentrating, kept spinning time inside the bubble. The mushroom was soon joined by a smaller cap, emerging from the same thin stalk. The two heads continued to grow, the stalks and caps becoming thicker and wider as they matured. The mushroom actually gave off a faint light, not enough to illuminate the area around it, but enough to draw both sides complete attention in the darkness.

“Pretty,” Virgil murmured. Remus frowned, turning his finger one last time.

His tenacity was rewarded, as the mushroom suddenly bloomed, sending out a cage-like skirt from the underside of their cap in a shocking shade of yellow, so bright it illuminated both sides faces as they gasped in surprise and delight.

Remus quickly ended the trick, eager to keep the mushroom from decaying. It was so pretty and bright.

“Okay, that was cool,” Virgil said, his voice hushed. Remus grinned at him. “Curiosity sated?”

“Yep,” Remus said, his jaw cracking on a giant yawn.

“You can go back to sleep if you want,” Virgil said. Remus shook his head, even though the motion made him a little dizzy.

“Don't wanna,” he said, only slightly slurred, closing his eyes for just a moment. Virgil sighed.

“Alright.” There was a slight rustle of movement, and then a soft, heavy weight fell over Remus’s shoulders. He wrenched his eyes open, staring down at the purple plaid fabric covering his arms. He looked back at Virgil, who suddenly looked a lot skinnier in just a long sleeved black shirt.

“Don't want you to get cold,” he said in response to Remus's unasked question. Remus shrugged, slipping his arms into the warm, warm sleeves, inhaling the scent of ozone and hot air that always clung around Virgil.

Logan said that it was unlikely that any of his waking dreams would affect all five of his senses—that if he checked, one of them would tell him if the thing he was experiencing was fake.

The thing that might be Virgil looked and sounded like him. It had given him it’s hoodie, and Remus ran his fingers along the cuffs. It certainly felt and smelled real.

He didn't think that he could get away with licking Virgil to make sure he tasted real. He was just going to have to go on faith.

Well, if this Virgil was a hallucination, at least it was being nice about it. He mentally shrugged, scooting over on the ground until he could bump against Virgil’s shoulder.

This maybe-hallucination felt safe. And that was really all Remus needed at the moment.

#mirror virgil #mirror remus #mv updates #mv extras #writing #mirror verse #sanders sides #sanders sides fic

30 notes · View notes

tmabutlesbian · 3 years

Text

After watching The Haunting of Bly Manor and crying my eyes out I immediately made an tma AU inspired by it and now I can’t stop thinking abt it ‘cause it happens around 1890′ and there’s magic (cuz i love magic) I literally love it, so I’m gonna info dump abt my own fucking AU, here goes:

Main characters? Martin, Agnes, Gerard, Annabelle, Jude, and Gertrude. Spoiler alert! They all die sooner or later. This is abt ghosts after all.

(this gets very long i apologise)

I’m gonna help you out with their ages here real quick:

- Gertrude, Agnes, Jude, and Martin have the same age, just some months older or younger. It’s in the order they’re mentioned (yes, Martin is the baby here)

- Gerry is 4 years give or take older than all those 4 lil bastards

- when Gerry is 5, Annabelle is 18; do the math

QUICK TIMELAPSE UNTIL AGNES AND MARTIN START RESIDING IN MAGNUS MANOR!!!! (yes I named it that call me unoriginal)

Gerry is 5 when he starts to spend summers at Magnus; HIGHLY magical place, Mary is very intrigued -> Gerry gets roped into it (ofc ugh)

Annabelle was already in the magic business so both women worked together. Annabelle gets extremely attached to Gerry and Gerry to Annabelle. (Annabelle is going to be different than canon ‘cause it’s my AU and I decide what happens AND she doesn’t get experimented on ever so that’s a bonus; She has the role Hannah from Bly in this AU)

Gerry turns 9, Mary and Annabelle break off their deal because Annabelle wasn’t letting her hurt Gerry anymore, Gerry doesn’t want to do his mother’s dirty work -> he doesn’t want to go back to the manor. Until...

Martin and Agnes! The manor is housing other children when their parents aren’t able to; Gerry gets attached to both them -> Gerry ends up getting back in the manor to protect them + help Annabelle with their supernatural freak show (the manor).

Martin and Agnes time at Magnus Manor!!! Up until they’re 14 and Gerry’s 18 ‘cause that’s when shit goes down

SO. People. Let’s get some things straight: No one here is human. Not completely. Just to summarize quick: Martin is a shapeshifter (he knows other basic magic); Agnes is a fire witch (she knows other basic magic); Gerry is a witch (mainly divination and sorts, but he knows other basic magic); Annabelle is a witch (reality pulling/manipulation mainly).

- Agnes is still with the cult until she’s 14; she does not know she’s part of one until that age. She just thinks her family’s weird, and that magic is to be kept secret; she also doesn’t get their whole “You’re our messiah!” deal ‘cause she’s not, she’s just Agnes.

- Martin learned his magic from his father. Shapeshifting is the hardest magic out there but Martin could do it at 4 years old. He keeps it a secret ‘cause his dad told him to but he jokes abt it too much (people thing he’s weird and crazy but also just a kid). Then his father leaves at 8 years old and the trauma is so great he... forgets he has magic and just doesn’t do it anymore. He has weird dreams and doesn’t think much of it (until he’s 14).

- Gerry learned magic stuff from Mary but only started gaining his knowing abilities after staying at Magnus. He’s not surprised by it, he is literally there to study it and protect the kids from it alongside Annabelle.

- Annabelle doesn’t realize she has magic up until she dies (oops). She just thinks she’s hallucinating stuff and has lots of luck.

So yeah. Annabelle and Gerry work in secret. Martin and Agnes become siblings (twins they say). Gerry and Annabelle know the others are not human but don’t know how to approach it.

Agnes just gets more and more distant the more time she spends outside of Magnus and Annabelle doesn’t like it one bit. Martin has 1 big magic scare at 11 years old (he’s dreaming of something weird, he’s convulsing, Gerry and Agnes panic, he wakes up and feels strangely pulled to a certain direction outside of the house and that’s it).

At 13, Agnes is always studying at the cult (more and more distant every year but she wants to be at Magnus). Martin finds what was pulling him and it was just a very messy green house (THIS PLACE!!! So important for the plot and for the gayssss).

Gerry (17) and Martin (13) start using the green house together ‘cause Martin wants Gerry to busy himself instead of smoking (Martin hates the smell and doesn’t like Gerry’s coughing when he does it); Gerry does enjoy it but he never admits it to Martin (tsudenre cunt, love him).

(Gerry was already using the green house at night as his mini station; it’s messy ‘cause after Martin’s big scare he was paranoid that they would find it, so he hid everything hastelly)

At 14! Martin and Agnes find out the hard truths:

- Gerry n Annabelle’s whole deal (they followed Gerry one night and it went down hill quick)

- There’s a fucking ghost lady in the lake that visits the manor every 2 weeks at night and they didn’t know? Hello???

- Agnes finds out she’s in a cult from Annabelle and fears for her life so! They fake her disappearance! I guess! These bitches are dramatic

- Martin finds out he has magic! Again, I guess! But he represses it again ‘cause he looks like his father when he does magic and he hates that! Yay, trauma!

Now presenting: Gertrude and Jude!!! They’re now relevant to the plot!!!

Gertrude, Agnes, and Jude all frequent the same school (separated by gender because I said so). They’re all in the same class. They’re close friends but still only classmates basically.

Jude was put is Agnes class for the cult’s purposes. Agnes had the excuse “I’m not that lonely, I’m with Jude! Who comes from the same community where I grew up in, and they’re very secluded! How strange!”.

Gertrude and Agnes feel close to each other but they’re basically just close classmates (they’re soulmates btw eeeeeeh).

Then Agnes goes ‘missing’. Gertrude knew something was off but now she’s certain of it. She forms an alliance with Jude to investigate Agnes disappearance. 2 years after (16), they make a deal with Elias (he’s funding the place with Peter’s whore money) and they’re able to enter the place.

Magnus Manor is closed off for anyone who doesn’t work there or doesn’t live there.

SO. They go in. Normal enough. They get warned not go out at night (it’s lady of the lake time). The girls think they’re onto them, so they sneak out in the night to find Agnes sleeping in a cellar. These dumb lesbians thought she had been kidnapped by them or something; so they drag Agnes’ sleepy ass out of there.

Or they try to until the lady of the lake barges in. At this point everyone’s awake. The lady does her routine. Then -> screaming match. Lots of things are resolved here:

- Agnes is not missing and she’s wanted by the cult for reasons unknown (to the girls)

- Jude is part of this cult (Gertrude didn’t know); she’s grown fond of Agnes and prefers lying to her community than to see her in distress, so she’s staying quiet about it

- Gertrude hates the church because they burned her loved ones to death, her house, and her cat (this is what made her snap, her parents never truly loved her anyways)

Gertrude never knows that Agnes is part of the cult, just that she’s wanted by it, until Agnes’ death (oopsie daisie)

We have the whole gang here!!! They now work together to stop freak dangerous shit from happening and to figuring the mystery that is Magnus Manor. Up until Agnes is 18. Then some more shit happens...

I’ll leave that for another post!! I have so much shit planned for this, I love it, and if you have made it this far... well... thank you so much for reading!!! And yes, you can make fanart, yes you can write some lil things abt this, inspired by this, just be sure to credit me and to tell me!!! I wanna see :)

2 notes · View notes

beyards · 5 years

Note

Plance cashier au where Lance is the cashier and Pidge is the one customer who walks in at closing to get one item

Closing Shift

pidge/lance

1478 words

gen audience

support it on ao3

fic requests are open!

It was 9:51:47 PM, which meant Lance had exactly 8 minutes and 13 seconds before he could officially lock the doors. Unfortunately, someone else was having just as long a night as he was.

Lance slumped over the counter, staring ahead at the sugary rainbow of check out candy neatly stacked and ordered. Within an hour of opening tomorrow they were sure to be a mess, but he was kind of proud of how hard he’d worked to make them look nice. It was one of the few things he actually got joy out of in this miserable job, miserable life really.

It was 9:14:47 PM, which meant Lance had exactly 8 minutes and 13 seconds before he could officially lock the doors. Everything was accounted for, every other register closed out, everything cleaned up, but he couldn’t leave until exactly 10 PM. Damn corporate policy. Nobody was even going to come in the damn store. He’d worked closing for the past 4 days and hardly anybody ever came in after 9:45. That might have something to do with Keith shutting off the lights that spelled out the store name at that time, but still. Finally, Lance caved. Fuck it. It was only a minute or two until 10, and it’s not like Shiro was going to write him up for that, he was a pretty chill manager.

Suddenly the door chimed, signaling somebody entering the store.

Lance, figuring it was pretty much 10 PM anyways said “Sorry, we’re closed-”

“No you’re not, it’s 9:54.” Snapped a voice.

Internally, Lance groaned, not even bothering to look up. He didn’t have the patience to deal with any more bullshit today. He already had that one lady try to cuss him out when she accidentally put the card reader in Spanish and couldn’t figure out how to change it back. She said that it was a damn shame that now she couldn’t even get groceries without ‘witnessing the assault of American culture by the gangs and rapists from Mexico’ and told him Trump was going to deport his whole family. He didn’t have the heart to tell her he was Cuban.

Lance flipped his light back on and rebooted up his register, grumbling the entire time. He couldn’t even punish her by faking a register problem or faking a need to call management. He wanted to go home. He’d just have to rely on karma to get this entitled customer in line.

To his surprise, he heard footsteps rounding into his lane and put something on his counter by 9:57. As he thoughtlessly reached for the big ass chocolate bar this cretin was purchasing, he heard a sniffle. It was faint, and if the muzak that usually played hadn’t been shut off a few minutes ago he surely would have missed it. At first Lance waved it off as allergies as he passed the first item over the scanner, but then on a whim he actually looked up.

Her eyes were red and puffy, a tear slipping down her reddened face. He froze, unsure what to do. He was trained to handle all sorts of situations like active shooter, robberies, fake IDs, suspected human traffiking, and mislabeled merchandise, but Lance had never been through a course on how to comfort a crying customer.

“Uh,” Lance said, setting down the item in a bag, “are you okay?”

She wiped her eyes and shot him a glare. It would’ve been petrifying if it wasn’t for the fact more tears were spilling out already. Realizing what she was doing wasn’t working she looked away.

“I’m fi-ine.” She huffed out, the declaration punctuated by another sniffle.

“You’re crying in a grocery store at 10 PM,” Lance pointed out bluntly, “I think that’s like, the opposite of fine.”

“Well,” she tried wiping her eyes again, and this time Lance noticed little mascara smudges and a hint of a shimmery powder on her lids, “it’s closing and you probably have a girlfriend to get home to.”

It was almost like she was just throwing the words haphazardly at Lance. There was an edge of bitterness, but for the most part it was just sadness and maybe a hint of jealousy behind it. He took another look at her appearance. She was wearing sort of nice clothes, nothing formal or fancy, but really cute he had to admit. It was nice shorts with an off the shoulder top. Her hair was in soft ringlets, probably looser now than they’d been earlier, so clearly there was some effort put into it. All that combined with the makeup pointed at the strong possibility that she’d just been burned by Cupid.

Lance snorted, starting to ring her up. “Nah, I’ve been single for nearly a year now. I found out my last girlfriend of 3 years had been cheating on me literally the day I was going to propose.”

He flushed, realizing that he didn’t know why he’d just told her that. It wasn’t any of her business, and in fact Lance had told 3 people the truth about why he and Nyma weren’t together anymore. Maybe he just felt bad for her.

“Oh shoot,” the girl mumbled, “I’m sorry, that sucks.”

“Yeah, but don’t feel too bad for me,” Lance added dully, “I’d caught her cheating the month before but she promised it was a mistake and that she was so sorry. So I forgave her. It really shouldn’t have been a surprise when I walked into our bedroom and saw her being fucked by two guys at once. I should’ve known she didn’t just stop, I was the ultimate cuck.”

The customer cringed, but chuckled a bit. “Oh god, and I thought I was having it bad.”

“Well, whatever you’re going through,” he sighed, finalizing the sale with the cash she gave him, “I’m sure it’s not as bad as getting cucked.”

“Probably not,” she mumbled, accepting her change, “I just got stood up by guy who was dared to ask me out as part of his fraternity rush.”

Lance shut off his register as the lights in the back of the store went out. “Wait, you knew he was a frat boy and you still accepted?”

“He was my bio partner,” she explained, following him as he made his way over to the time clock, “and I didn’t know he was joining a frat. It’s not like he mentioned it to me and I don’t talk to people on campus who are part of that crowd, so I just didn’t know.”

You didn’t look this guy up on social media or anything?” Lance asked, raising an eyebrow. The pair made their way towards the exit. “That’s rule one of dating in college.”

She folded her arms over her chest. “I don’t really know those rules. It’s not like anyone ever told me about them.”

“Okay, fair,” Lance said, leading them over to a park bench so they could talk some more, “so this guy asked you out and you said yes.”

“I guess- I mean, yeah.” The girl sat down next to him, jiggling her foot, “he’s always been super sweet, talks to me in the hallways, and we would text a lot too. He’d ask for pictures of my dog like every day.”

“Ah, animal loving,” Lance whistled, “that’s how they get ya.”

She glowered at him, but continued anyways. “I agreed to meet him for a milkshake, and I waited 3 hours but he never showed up. Finally one of my friends texted me saying there was a timelapse of me sitting at the diner barstool for the first two hours taken from a security camera up on social media. I guess one of the fraternity members works there…”

Her bottom lip trembled and Lance��s heart really hurt for her. “Wow, that’s just… wow.”

“Yeah,” she let out a shuddery breath.

They sat there in silence for a bit, the cool night breeze playing with her curls. He couldn’t help but steal glances at her every now and then. He felt really, really bad for her. He’d been the victim of some cruel pranks in the past too, and he knew what it was like for someone to just toy with your feelings. He bit his lip, hesitant to offer this. Was he even ready?

“Hey,” Lance said, after a few moments, “do you still wanna get that milkshake?”

She looked up at him and he could see she’d been crying again.

“Only if you want to,” he added hastily, feeling his face heat up, “and it can just be as a friend thing, or well, not a friend thing, I’m just your cashier but like, hey, I don’t want this asshole to ruin your night, you know?”

She gave him a small smile. “Actually, I think I’d like that.” She got to her feet, offering her hand. “I’m Pidge, by the way.”

“Lance,” he grinned, accepting her handshake before getting to his own feet. “Let’s go bring all the boys to the yard.”

(like the story? reblog it! let me know if you want a sequel!)

#plance #pidgance #ellis writes #pidge #lance #lance vld #pidge vld #vld pidge #vld lance #vld #voltron #ask ellis #Anonymous

104 notes · View notes

void-sufferings · 6 years

Text

I don’t usually watch julien’s vlogs unless they involve dogs and I usually skip to the dogs & jenna cuz jenna’s a chaotic truth entitiy and julien’s just a workin’-out-timelapse-dude and his vlogs aren’t my thing but I just really wanna find that video again where they’re at a mall and see a kid vlgging and eating sprinkles and he’s like “y’all youtubers? I’m a youtuber too want me to plug you” and jenna and julian exhange a look and are like “sweet well yeah also check out this kid’s channel guys thanks for plugging us” (note: they’re never condecending) and when they’re leaving the mall sometime later the kid comes FUCKING RUNNING back up and he’s like “YOU HAVE A MILLION SUBSCRIBERS WHAT THE FUCK” and they exchange quick looks again cuz jenna’s got over 15 mil at the time and it’s like they’re telling eachother “say nothing or this kid will shit his pants” because I bet that kid went home and checked out julian’s vlog and realized he met THE GODDAMN JENNA MARBLES and didn’t even know and just fucking died.

probably was also like “she spent like 12 hours making a baldcap full of eyelashes and that gets 18 mil subs?” because that’s gotta be a baffling experience.

#jenna marbles #julien solomita #youtubers

24 notes · View notes

starshine-creativity · 2 years

Text

Illustration Redraw!

(Timelapse Included Look in Keep Reading)

However I never released this to the interwebz so I'll release that too. You also get a side-by-side comparison image! Also a timelapse that I can't just put in the same row as the misc. images for space Dangit.

Backstory I was backing up my files in fear of computer death and was looking through the files, and found the 2019 image. I remembered those times of RYTTN Parts 2-3 (4 was around when I started using Clip Studio Paint) and thought it would be fun to draw Stacy in these clothes again.

I was also experimenting and had too much fun with the brush that illusions an actual paint brush. I also used a crayon brush for the shading layers but had less fun with that. Overall, I do like the results. Tell me what you think because I also wanna see what happens when I tell people to tell me what they think.

I just found a mistake I completely forgot the blue dress trim on its bottom Im too late into this so I'll just wait another 3 years before I probably redraw this lol.

Prank there was nothing but this text here!

Jk here's the timelapse.

#starshine-creativity #starshine-c #illustration #ryttn #random-stuff #drawing #Stacy-Starlington #redraw #illustration-redraw #okay but seriously I wanna try the paint-likes more.#Remind me to use Add (Glow) on lighting layers more as well #That was really cool when I found out about their application in lighting #IKeepUploadingTheWrongVersionOfThisWhatTheHecc

0 notes

kingarise · 3 years

Text

Update

So I bought the Rode nt-usb mini last week, because I’m planning on doing voiceovers for my timelapses!

Surprise!

So anyways, I was thinking, of what drawing I’ve done recently, do y’all wanna see a timelapse of? As my next youtube video because goddamn, I have been neglecting my Youtube channel! Again!

I really need to stop doing that.

So yeah, tell me which drawing you want me to do a timelapse of next.

#King Speaks #speedpaint #timelapse #artist #Just a little update for y'all #Wondering where I've been

0 notes

led123123 · 4 years

Text

https://youtu.be/L_dWvTCdDQ4

I’m not saying that kpop is.. like.. super fake.. but.. it’s like.. too like. perfect.. like.. it’s overfilled with like this.. illusion that everything is perfect so it’s fake

https://youtu.be/6KKKGpAZHAA

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Kqhmfc1t2J2Lutbtp4FPaFlkBaDHgEKQ/view?usp=sharing

this was the pattern for the walls painting that I designed

https://youtu.be/YUtvUFsPA6Y

https://youtu.be/eS-f2NkUCF4?t=68

maybe I should do these.. choux pastry again

and close oven door this time properly. so it doesn’t escape

https://youtu.be/VZmX8VQQiyk?t=143

https://youtu.be/HCDygl0pttM?t=102

https://youtu.be/JiTbKnggH4M

I wrapped hard drive with paper.. but it’s still.. transfering vibrations to case

and the whole case keeps buzzing

temperature is 48 degrees now.. after wrapping it in paper

8 degrees higher than the other drive

lol.. we destroyed one wall.. and.. it was like.. not thick wall.. but it’s the wall on first floor.. and on 2nd floor there is also a wall like that.. so that’s why it’s like.. it was like.. kinda.. it had like.. empty spaces between walls.. but.. we wanted to close this empty space.. so it kinda.. lost support when we removed walls around it.. so like.. it kinda lost support over this wall on above floor.

I was like.. why are there.. cracks appeared on this wall.. because the ceiling lost support.. because there’s a wall on the 2nd floor

so this wall’s is heavy so it needs support

I think we should like.. add.. rods.. inside the wall or sth idk

I wish this hard drive was more quiet

it’s buzzing.. like crazy

I though these teeth were impossible to move.. but they just require time..

how to make this hard drive more quiet..

https://youtu.be/IIhlFxEN1Iw

https://youtu.be/-TYjO9v9LWg

the veronicas is really good band..

all their songs are not like. dumb

https://youtu.be/OjWx1VCm3KI

I really wanna edit replays.. to free space on hard drive.. and.. ye.. pretty much. clips are cool

what the f*ck what is f*cking crossplay.. I’m not playing with f*cking aim assisters

lol. it shows that I’m on a f*cking PC now..

damn this dude is good with scout

imagine what would happen if I wanted to trade with him with wingman.. I would get destroyed

because of 2 times sight

I think I had one hit with wingman

almost a win and I had 5 kills and 1 assist

imagine I was using wingman.. it would be.. 0 kills 0 points

this could possibly be a win.. if I ressed teammate instead

god.. I’m so tired of people asking me to work I don’t know what’s wrong with these people

I have no idea why he’s asking me like he can’t do stuff alone.. if I were him.. and I wanted to do something.. then I would just.. go alone and do it and not ask anyone. like why is he asking me

every single f*cking time.. I have to go do stuff for him.. god.. and he unboxed my hard drive..

and I have to live with these f*cking retards.. like my mother gives any f*ck about me. no she does not obviously.. she doesn’t give a shit

jesus f*cking christ leave me the f*ck alone

can he leave me f*cking alone very interesting question

he’s made me so mad I wanted to punch him

but like.. he’s like.. the only person that isn’t like.. trying to insult but he grinds my gear when he wants me to work all the time

he’s not respecting my time. he’s like.. ye.. he doesn’t like.. respect me that much

he doesn’t respect me

https://youtu.be/17jixTfd81Y?t=45

damn.. so I was like.. biting.. and.. I tried to open my mouth.. and like.. I felt.. like.. something like a thread or a hair across my face.. like.. going from the bottom of jaw to like.. above my eye

what the heck

there’s like a thread.. idk it’s a.. vain or a muscle maybe

on the side where I wasn’t biting before.. after biting

damn so many people on youtube had really straight teeth

I can’t see their back teeth.. but.. like.. their teeth look good. I think their back teeth also are okay

even people in 20s or in early 30s look like their teeth looks good

I don’t wanna do stuff that he’s asking me.. like.. every single time he’s asking me

didn’t he f*cking hear ever “do it yourself” stuff?

he doesn’t f*cking respect my f*cking time

I can’t even f*cking make myself anything to eat..

stupid shit

and he asks me to go and help him but he doesn’t care if I’m not hungry so like.. this makes no sense to me. if I wanted to do something I wouldn’t ask people ever single time whenever I wanna do anything

so it makes no sense to me

I wouldn’t ask people every single time.. like.. I’m tired and sick of this

https://youtu.be/YCwipISYc9I?t=618

sunrise timelapse lol. I saw that it looks impressive I guess.

https://youtu.be/oBQQ4rxQVj4

I found that when I got a laptop from someone it was on the laptop

https://youtu.be/jiehUCbZ4Ek

I found it on a laptop when someone gave me a laptop.. because.. like.. I didn’t have a laptop at the time.. so someone bought a new laptop and gave me their old laptop

I’m soon in gold

https://youtu.be/jiehUCbZ4Ek?t=238

mom on stream. “I’m about to put my stream on pause mom”

https://youtu.be/jiehUCbZ4Ek?t=344

I’m kinda doing good when picked up the hemlok and stopped using other weapons. because hemlock is good

https://youtu.be/jiehUCbZ4Ek?t=506

he wants me to go with him and waste entire day again. like he can’t do anything on his own.. if I wanted to do anything then I wouldn’t ask people for help all the time like.. I’ve done enough he can’t expect me to help him every single time

he’s really annoying.. he doesn’t wanna do that or sth if he’s asking me all the time to do it

he’s not motivated enough

to do it.. he has time to do million other things but not stuff that he wants me to do.. like what am I supposed to do it for him? like.. he wants me to do stuff that he doesn’t want to do for him and he has time to do other stuff but not stuff that he’s telling me to do for him.. like.. what the..

like.. ffs.. just finish what you f*cking started. god.. like.. why am I supposed to f*cking do what he’s saying.. like.. he’s being a f*cking asshole to me. why can’t he find anyone else to do this work god.. jesus christ a f*cking 2 year old baby ffs

he’s so irresponsible

I don’t know what he’s thinking.. everything that is happening around me is so f*cked up..

I don’t know what he’s f*cking.. thinking

he’s such a f*cking baby

he’s so dumb.. god.. he’s such an asshole..

I though that he’s gonna be nicer.. but he’s doing very weird shit.. like he has time for other stuff instead of just.. finishing what he started.. he’s so irresponsible

he made me so mad that I wanted punch him or something

to be honestly.. what to expect.. he’s younger than me.. kinda.. he’s always been.. kinda.. really careless.. he’s so careless.. god. selfish and careless.. god..

make me a f*cking food you stupid shit

he wants me to work for him but doesn’t give a f*ck about me stupid shit

trash.. he treats me like shit now

I’m not doing as bad now.. with hemlok and.. volt.. but.. still I get lowest damage most of the time.. but.. I’m getting a lot of points now..

the higher I go the easier it actually is.. lol.. in lowest rank I was one clipped all the time.. in this rank.. it’s not as difficult to stay alive and get kills

https://youtu.be/Dt8QAdYvfsE

I don’t know which tooth I am biting now.. it’s either 2nd or last molar I don’t know

https://youtu.be/Dt8QAdYvfsE?t=187

god.. a f*cking baby..

he’s pissing me off as shit

and I wanna beat him up

because he’s so annoying

I don’t wanna beat him but he’s so annoying that I won’t have choice

why he doesn’t wanna finish what he started.. and instead wastes time on some stupid shit and then tells me to do it..

I have no f*cking idea.. if I was doing that then I would just want to finish the job instead of ignoring it and wanting other people to do it for me.. god.. why is he telling me to do it I don’t give a shit about this bullshit

I don’t know why he’s asking me to do this all the time I don’t wanna go waste another day

I’m not gonna spend there so many f*cking days f*ck you

I’m f*cking tired of this bullshit I’m not going he can’t f*cking expect me to do it all the time f*ck you

another f*cking wasted day

when I’m f*cking doing job then I f*cking wanna f*cking do it and he’s like.. wasting his time on like.. retarded shit and it’s going really slow

because he doesn’t give a shit

it’s so hard to find r301

ammo is not that much of a problem with replicator

0 notes

calliphoney · 5 years

Photo

That's light if it wasn't clear. I TRIED OKAY? ;-; . Question: Would you be interested in seeing my workflow in timelapse? __________ ▶Time taken: 3hrs 40m ▶Reference: (idk, tell me I wanna credit) ▶Lesson learned: well uh, the first time I tried "glow" or "light" so, needs practice. __________ #light #ulzzang #art #artistsoninstagram #illustratorlife #illustration #nift #womenwhodraw #illustration #digitalart #graphicdesign #firstart #adobeillustrator #artist #digitalpainting #digital_art #sketch #sketchbook #artistscommunity #artgram #photoshop #artgram #designfeed #dtiysoff #smallaccount #smallartist #acetalshares #artistartwork_feature #drawing_expression (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzD_qjGB68E/?igshid=1jspaos1ymk1s

0 notes

villageofmonsters · 7 years

Text

Confessions of a Photographer

Hey, Confessional, I love the blog! Thank you for putting up these stories. I get all giddy when I see a new one. Long time reading, first time confessing, yadda yadda. This town is real weird, ya know? I’m surprised there isn’t more content on here. Maybe the oddness just rolls off the locals’ backs and they don’t notice it anymore or something. I moved here a few years ago and… Wow. I’m glad this exists because I have zero people in my life that wouldn’t have me committed if I told them about this. I just wish I’d found this confessional sooner so that I never moved here in the first place. It would have been nice to have a warning.

I’m a student here at the local high school. Go Devils, go! I’m in the art program. I like to take pictures and work in the dark room. It’s super cool! They never had a dark room at my old school, it was all digital. I think doing it the old fashioned way is better though. Call me a hipster if you want, it’s just what I prefer.

(sidenote: has anyone noticed how disturbing our mascot is? It’s not even a cute cartoon devil, it’s an actual uncanny valley demon. What is with this body horror? Who let a cultist design our merch? I need answers.)

Earlier last school year I was walking around town. I had to explore a bit, gawk at all the tourist traps, see the fun places to hang out. I was looking for inspiration and found this nice hiking path. I wanted my first project to be about the beauty of my new home and the forest called to me, ya know? All those reds and oranges. Every year it’s like the trees set off a fireworks display to say goodbye to summer. I was going to make a scrapbook or something, add some pressed leaves, I dunno. I never plan these things out; it’s better to be spontaneous.

Maybe I should have planned my trip a little better. I was still wearing my shoes from school, the ones with just the slightest bit of a heel, and the ground was uneven and… Well, I’m clumsy. I fell right off the path and down an incline. I was inches away from bashing my head in with a rock. I saw my life flash before my eyes!

Okay, maybe it wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t that deep a ditch. I was glad I was alone though, I was so embarrassed!

I did see something flash though. It was starting to get dark and from my new angle I saw deeper into the forest off the path. There were little flashes of light, one every thirty or so seconds, like from a camera.

I wondered if another photography student had the same idea as me. What if there was another path over there? It seemed weird for them to be so close together but whatever. I got up and headed towards the light. If I was going to trip over nothing, I wanted someone around to call the ambulance I would definitely need! Plus, potential new friend? Hell yeah.

I got over there okay. I was careful not to trip a second time or step in animal poop or something. I could see the light better now. It was quieter the further from the path I got. Less wind, less animals, less insect buzzing. I could hear the sound of a camera shutter as I got closer. I thought to myself, whoever it was, they needed to stomp around less if they wanted photos of animals. They had to have found something interesting if they were taking so many pictures in one spot though.

I finally got over there and… Wow, it was a really fucking weird tree. There was no one else there, not even another path, just this tree. I don’t mean ‘weird’ as in non-native, like a palm tree, I mean weird. It was sitting in a little clearing like the other trees didn’t want to touch it. A tree leper.

The tree hadn’t lost any of its leaves for one. It’s leaves were white, from where I was standing, for another. And the flashing as coming from the tree. I moved slowly towards the plant, ready to bolt at any second, trying to get a better look. I just had to see what the flashing was coming from. Was it some kind of hunting camera? Why would a hunting camera had a shutter sound or a flash?

I finally got close enough to see the tree had a knot. It was right in the middle of the trunk like a tree in a cartoon. An animated owl popping out and tap-dancing wouldn't have surprised me. The tree flashed again, right in my eyes, and I shouted. I reached out to the hole blindly. Maybe some asshole art student had put their camera in the knot for a timelapse shot or something? Then I touched it and blinked away the flash and…

No, the camera lense was just a part of the goddamn tree. A functioning camera was in this tree. I don’t mean like some chimera of technology or an art installation either; it was natural. This tree had just decided ‘fuck it, I wanna be an artist’ and grew a camera. I was freaking out a little bit so I decided to examine the rest of it.

It was sorta thin and spindly, like the wind should have knocked it over already. I guess all its strength had gone into defying nature and left it with little to use on proper growth. It wouldn’t be a good climbing tree, that was for sure. I noticed something else now that I was closer; the bark was black and shiny. I touched it and it was smooth, and the sides of the strips were sharp, and it had perforated edges…

It was film. The trees’ bark was layers and layers of wrapped film. The outer layer had hardened to provide bark-like protection but it was most definitely film. I was softly screaming internally as I hooked a finger around a loose strip. There was no way this was legit, right? I pulled off the section of ‘bark’ and it bled. Not blood, of course, but sap. Not from between the film strips, but from the strips themselves, it bled.

The tree took my picture again and I swore. I moved around the trunk a little so I wouldn’t continue to get bright lights to the face. I ended up getting a low-hanging branch to the face instead. I took a closer look at those square, white leaves the tree had. I watched blank-faced as one of the leaves fell to the ground and another one popped out to take its place. It was a photograph of me, staring dumbfounded just above the camera, taken about two seconds before. The tree had polaroid leaves and all my surprise had dried up at that point. I looked down and saw a blanket of ‘leaves’ just like the one of me. So the tree had been losing leaves, it had just been replacing them just as fast.

(I know you guys have title guidelines for posts on the blog, but come on. How great would ‘Photosynthesis’ have been?!)

As far as weird shit goes, it seemed pretty… not mundane, but safe? I guess. Maybe I was just in shock or something. I spent a good twenty minutes carefully circling the tree and looking at all the photographs. You’d think it’d be boring, since the camera never moved, but some of them were really good. Aesthetic, maybe, like they belonged on tumblr. There were some really great shots of animals that had wandered close by. Most of them were from some distance, but one brave chipmunk had gotten all up in this tree’s grill. It left a little scratch mark on the lense that got… less and less in the photos around that one. Slowly. Like it was healing.

It was getting even darker now and I wanted to go home. I didn’t want to think this was just a weird dream the next morning though. This was the most interesting thing that had ever happened to me! I wanted to come back, but I knew I’d convince myself not to if I didn’t have some kind of proof. I knelt down and picked up some photos from the ground before turning tail. I ran back to the path and out of the forest. I needed some time to process all this.

I went back the next day after school. When I woke up, the photographs had still been safely tucked into the notebook I put them in. I even showed them to my mom to make sure she saw them too. I wasn’t hallucinating and it wasn’t dark. It was time to go back. I found the tree faster this time now that I knew where it was.

The first thing I did was find those pictures of myself and pluck them off the tree. The camera flashed twice immediately, no thirty second wait, to replace them. I tucked them into my pocket; I’d have to avoid the front of the tree but the back should be okay. I sorted through the photographs on the ground. I didn’t want to distress the tree anymore by plucking its leaves.

I knew I should tell someone, show someone, but… It was a tree that took pictures. Who would believe me? And if they did, the government would take the tree away for study or something. Mindwipe me like in Men In Black, I dunno. Either that or trigger a media circus like the world had never seen. I just wanted more time alone with it. I was curious. When I’d finished with the tree, then I would tell people.

Inspiration hit me. I could take the best photographs from the tree, maybe pick one a month to put into a scrapbook, and use it in a final assessment-type deal. ‘A Year in the Eyes of a Tree’. Some of the pictures were great. I didn’t like them so much yesterday, but they were growing on me. If I took them from the ground, I’m sure the tree wouldn’t mind… Because it was a tree. They don’t have feelings. What do I look like to you, a hippie?

After that, I came back to the tree every week. I looked forward to it. I was happier out walking in nature; sometimes before or after I would visit the tree I’d take a little hike. I even lost some weight, score! It was a good place to collect thoughts, a great place to do homework, and my grades improved. Mostly because I was actually doing homework. The photograph tree watered my crops, cleared my acne, and taught me how to make six figures a month. Okay, not actually, but it was pretty chill.

It was chill until about a month ago. I hadn’t done my project last year because it didn’t feel finished, ya know? I did something else and waited to put together my tree project. Maybe a collage. I could blow up a bunch of the pictures and edit them together into one cool and surreal scene, maybe? I was still think about it. It would be awesome though. Even if I got a bad grade, I would know it was awesome. Because it came from a cool zoological anomaly. I kept coming back to it over the summer and the beginning of this school year.

Around mid-October I started noticing weird things in the photographs. They were never around me while I was there and I never felt anything either. It was things like oddly shaped shadows, not people or animal shaped, but odd. I knew every shadow at every time of day on every day of the year from looking at the photographs. I knew when something was out of place. The shadows would only be there for a day or so from what I saw from the pictures. Maybe something had gotten stuck on the lense that day, I thought.

As the month went on, I noticed other weird stuff. Like photographs of dead animals. Oh, it had happened before. Animals hunt, animals eat each other, and I’d been watching the photos for a year. This wasn’t like that. It wasn’t the type of wound animals inflict, there was no other animal in shot eating it, and there was never any remains of the animal when I got there.

From what I could gauge from the amount of photographs, an animal would show up dead right in frame. It would stay there for a few hours, untouched by hunter or insect, and then would disappear between photos. No blood left behind, no gore. If I hadn’t been cataloguing the photos, I wouldn’t have known an animal had been there at all. I didn’t come back the week after, but… I did come back the week after that. Every day. I just needed a few more photographs, alright? I know, it was stupid. I know, I’m too dumb to live. It was like the tree was calling me.

The strange photographs got stranger but I tried to ignore it. I just wanted some more aesthetic pictures. Morning mist, the changing leaves, curious deer and hulking bears. That sort of thing. It was like being in a fairytale and looking at one at the same time. I had to find out the story of the tree. It was my duty as a fellow artist.

That’s how I felt before I came back the week before Halloween. Every last photograph had this… thing in it. It started as a blur at the edge of the tree’s vision. It got closer and closer and closer. It was so gradual it was hard to see the change between two photographs. It was humanoid but on all fours. Its skin was black and shiny like the tree’s. It got closer to the camera until it stopped. It stopped and it sat right in front of the lense. It stopped and it sat and it smiled. And it stayed there for hours.

The way it looked into the camera. It was like it knew, ya know? It knew I had been there, it knew I was collecting the photos, it knew I would see it. How could it have known? I was careful to never be in frame of the tree’s lense. I had never left a picture of myself behind.

I took a closer look at the photograph and noticed a branch I had tossed aside the day before. It was just in the corner of the frame, but it was there. I did a little mental math with the lighting I had seen in the photos.

That thing had been there that day. It knew because it had been watching me. I ran from the forest as fast as my legs could carry me. No. Nope. Fuck that. Not going back.

I did go back, eventually, with my father’s gun and a gallon of gasoline. Not my smartest idea and Smokey the Bear would like a few words, but I did it. I burned that tree and all it’s photographs to ashes and never looked back. I haven’t been there since. I am not dying to some weird camera monster. I’m just thankful I didn’t need to use the gun.

Although, I might still be too dumb to live. Before I burned the tree, I unscrewed the lense from the knot. There was a flash bulb inside, going off every thirty seconds like always, and I took it. It stopped flashing when it left the tree and I took it with me.

What do you think? Should I plant it?

#submission #text

5 notes · View notes