#Call of the Forest

[ilovetreesreal]

ghost flowers 💀🎀

[auspicioustidings]

Everybody shut up I am having a vision. The 141 stopping off at Soap's parents because there are top secret files he hid there. He's very cagey giving them directions and they are getting increasingly confused as their truck is pulling past wrought iron gates and into some tourist destination of sorts, driving past stables and a little crop of buildings to what looks like a manor.

Not his fault these English boys just heard a Scottish accent and assumed he came from peasantry. He turns bright red when the butler formally welcomes back the Much Honoured Laird of Kelburn. He's never going to fucking live this down.

[uncharted-constellations]

~You were just a kid too, huh~

Again, I refuse to make adult mm link edgy sorry.

[worms-for-brains]

Too much sexy König. Not enough creature König.

[wandering-jana]

Lower Otter Creek

Mile 59ish, Blue Ridge Parkway, Virginia

Sept. 2021

[enden-agolor]

giggle. teehee even.

[nezhanetwork]

the shovel squad playing phasmophobia is my new favourite thing

[verdantcreek]

soaps journal 🧼

[inky-toons]

Monumental catastrophe the day we met one another. Quite frankly, if it were up to me, I’d go back to save myself the pain and sorrow of such a friendship.

[scarnemo]

lala barina

[markscherz]

Big frog news dropping on Wednesday my dudes, hold onto your butts.

[francixoxoxo]

Have the most devious idea for a coryo series that lets me work around all the moral implications and the disgust for him…… hear me out hear me out you are covey and Lucy gray already left but she begged you to stay behind, she simply had a feeling in her gut that Coriolanus would come after her, one way or another. And you’re sincerely doubtful, but you love her like she’s your own blood, you agree to wait for a month before meeting the rest of the covey and Lucy Gray up north. Turns out, the Coriolanus, the one Lucy Gray hasn’t shut up about, the one you’ve been separated from your family for, the one that inadvertently is making you feel like chopped liver, actually shows. ‘Course he’s doubtful, he doesn’t know you, he doesn’t know if you’re really covey. You’re doubtful, you don’t know him besides the fact he’s capitol. That’s enough to despise him.

But Lucy Gray loved him, so you figure that’s enough. You find a means to convince him to follow you north to her, assuring him you’ll be his escort through the thick woods, his beloved Lucy Gray left a map with their route outlined. You travel with him, cook meat over campfires with him, fish with him, trade stories with him, appreciate the views with him, laugh at the first snow with him. Oh, how guilty you feel for falling for someone so obviously Lucy Gray’s. Someone so devoted to her that he’d follow a stranger to find her.

And how awful Coryo feels, falling in love with someone so similar to Lucy Gray, falling in love with someone so close to her. He feels like scum every moment he catches himself admiring you, smiling faintly at the mud caking your dress, azure eyes tracing every line of your face. You’re nothing like Lucy Gray, he finds. You aren’t a performer, you have no act, you have no farse. You are raw, perhaps sometimes rough and crude in your honesty, but that makes your kindness all the more genuine. He hates himself for finding that his affections for Lucy Gray are waning, waning in the face of every minute spent under the pine with you. What does he really know about Lucy Gray? Really? Not much. He was infatuated, he won’t deny, but was that love?

No matter how heavy the guilt sogs your heart, you find yourself dreaming that all the problems might be solved before you reach the North. Coriolanus might fall out of love. He’d see that he didn’t know a damn thing about your dear Lucy Gray. Maybe she’d realize that she knew nothing about him. None of it will go away in an instant, that history. So it’s all you can do, to wake in the morning and resist brushing fingers over his rosy cheeks, pushing a hand through his grown-out buzzcut— you instead jog him awake by the shoulder and remind him that it’s time to get hiking again.

[arrgh-whatever]

since i drew human Jasmine today here's all of them

[scramratz]

Wrap it up boys they figured it out. I’m trans because I’m autistic ig

[ophernelia]

from the city to the woods. a few shots of some of the stuff i made or edited for lykaia. i still have a shit ton of other stuff to do.