#camp redwood

[xgumiho]

🪓 They thought they had buried the secret along with the body. Now, the ghosts of their past have come back to haunt them. Will they make it out of this summer alive?

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camp counselor Steddie slasher summer AU

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☕️ MY KO-FI SKETCHBOOK ☕️ ——— It's 1976, the summer season has ended for this camp counselor and the camp's supply van driver. Romance is in the air, and so are the Halloween spirits! It's a spooky time for these two, and it has nothing to do with the mysteries plaguing the town of Waterford...🌲🌲🌲

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[madeofbees]

I straight up do not understand people who try to leave haunted places so they don’t get killed. Are you kidding me? That’s free room and board, forced found family, home forever, and almost everywhere that’s haunted is more than big enough to avoid any conflicting personalities.

This is not about The Shining I don’t want to live in the exploded remains of a hotel shut up

[discoinpalmsprings]

[smileygoth]

Hellcheer at Redwood - Part Six (Stranger Things / AHS 1984)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

The final chapter! Eddie manages to escape Mr Jingles and circles back to find the others. But even what he's seen so far doesn't prepare him for the madness that awaits him ...

Word Count: 3,858 words.

CW: blood, violence, murder, swearing, spoilers for AHS 1984.

Image from known-as-the-woman here on Tumblr.

Eddie had never run so far for so long in his life. His legs were aching, his lungs were burning, and he was mentally cursing every cigarette he’d ever smoked. Every time he thought he’d lost his pursuer and dared to slow down, he’d hear the jingle of his keys some way behind him and would immediately speed up again. He was starting to feel a very real fear that he wasn’t going to get out of these woods alive.

At least Chrissy might be okay, he thought. Then: Oh great, you’ve sacrificed yourself for some cheerleader chick who didn’t even know you existed until this afternoon. You sure do pick your moments to do the right thing, Eds.

He was so busy berating himself that he didn’t realise he had come across the road until he literally fell onto it. His feet hit hard tarmac and, surprised at the change from soft, gripping mud, he stumbled and fell, bashing his knee hard on the way down. “Ow – shit!”

He scrambled to his feet and tried to keep running, but his knee protested, refusing to take his weight. Miserably, he hobbled across the road and dived into the undergrowth on the other side, hoping he could hide. He curled up as small as he could and peered out through the bushes at the road, waiting for Mr Jingles to emerge.

As he waited, he heard voices arguing – one of them sounded like Montana. He was about to get up and run to them when he saw movement in the other side of the road. The dark shape of Mr Jingles emerged, and he froze in place. His blood chilled as he waited for the killer to cross the road and find him.

But that didn’t happen. Mr Jingles stayed in the treeline on the other side of the road, waiting. Then the rough rumble of a motorcycle engine reached Eddie’s ears. It swelled, getting louder and closer, until it was almost on him. Eddie squinted through the bushes, trying to see what was going on.

The motorcycle roared past. In a flash, Eddie saw many things at once. He saw that it was Ray on the bike. He saw Mr Jingles step out and raise his arm, the glimmer of metal catching in the bike’s headlights. He saw a spray of blood as Ray’s head flew from his shoulders. He saw the head bounce on the tarmac twice before rolling into the bushes. He saw the bike, still carrying Ray’s body, waver and slow as it rolled through the gates of Camp Redwood, toppling over a hundred yards or so further on and spilling Ray to the floor.

What he didn’t see was where Mr Jingles went. He looked up from the sight of Ray’s decapitated body leaking blood across the road to see that the killer had vanished. He sat frozen for what seemed like an eternity, listening and hearing nothing. His eyes scoured the treeline for movement and saw none. A crawling feeling crept up and down his spine as he sat there, suddenly convinced that the second he stood up, Mr Jingles would be there to chop his head off too.

Eventually, as his legs started to cramp beneath him, Eddie’s eyes started to wander back to the motorcycle that now lay abandoned on the side of the road. It’s right there, his mind insisted on telling him. You could get to it in five seconds if you get up before your legs go numb. You could get on that thing and be out of here, home free. Go to he nearest town, call the cops and live another day.

He thought about it. He pictured himself doing it. But that would mean leaving Chrissy and the others behind with just one car to get them out, when the bike would take at least one more person, maybe two at a push. He pictured himself riding the bike out of there with Chrissy clinging to his back, and he felt a flush of pleasure at the idea. Big hero Eddie, riding out of danger with the girl. Nice fantasy, Eddie, now get real. You go back, you’re gonna die.

Eddie drummed his fingers on his knee in frustration as he tried to decide. Finally he muttered, “Ah, fuck it,” and stood up.

No one was around. No Mr Jingles to slice off his head like the dumb character in a fairy tale. He stepped onto the road cautiously, trying to look everywhere at once. And when Mr Jingles still didn’t appear, he set off at a fast limp, back into the camp.

He had no idea where anybody was. The woods seemed dense and silent, as if everything was smothered by a heavy blanket. Not knowing what else to do, he started to head back to the boathouse, where he had last seen anyone. Then he heard the unmistakeable sound of gunshots – three gunshots, close together, coming from Margaret’s cabin. He paused.

Jingles doesn’t use a gun, he thought. Maybe someone shot him.

The thought cheered him, and he headed in the direction of the gunshots, keeping to the shadows as much as he could. Eventually the cabin came into sight. Seeing movement and hearing voices inside, he crept up to a window and peered inside. What he saw was one of the last things he expected. Mr Jingles was lying on the floor, apparently dead, and that was good. But Margaret and Trevor were standing over him, and as Eddie peered over the window ledge Margaret thrust Jingles’ long knife deep into Trevor’s stomach. Aghast, Eddie watched as she said something – it sounded like “God has given me the strength to accept my true self” – and twist the knife upward before pulling it out. Trevor groaned in pain and collapsed to the floor. Eddie continued to watch as Margaret bent over and sliced off one of Trevor’s ears, then held it up and gazed at it with a contented smile.

That was enough for him. He dropped down, pressed his back against the side of the cabin, and tried to think. But he couldn’t get what he’d seen out of his head. Margaret was Jingles, his mind babbled. Not Jingles – she was Jingles, she was the killer, she massacred the camp in 1970! Jesus Christ, does that mean there’s three killers here now?

Nervously, he got up and poked his head up over the window ledge again to get another look inside. He nearly yelped in surprise when he saw what he had thought was the dead body of Mr Jingles get to his feet. He quickly ducked back down again. Rita’s not Rita, Margaret is Jingles, and more killers keep turning up?! What the fuck is going on?!

“Mm-mm, nope,” he muttered under his breath. “That’s it. I’m out.”

As quietly as he could, he crept away from the cabin, waiting until he was in the cover of the woods before he started to hurry. He didn’t know where he was going exactly, he just needed to get away from that cabin.

He hadn’t gotten far when the sky off to one side suddenly illuminated in fire and a low boom rattled the ground. Eddie spun to face it and saw a plume of fire rise up above the trees, then die down to be rapidly replaced by a smudge of dark smoke against the night sky. He hesitated, wondering if he should go towards it or run the hell away.

Then a hand clapped down heavily on his shoulder. He yelled in surprise and fear and spun away, raising a fist to punch out.

Xavier stood behind him, with Brooke at his side. Xavier was swaying unsteadily on his feet, his face and hands covered in ugly red blisters and weeping sores.

“Jesus H Christ!” Eddie exclaimed. “What happened to you?”

“Jingles,” Xavier muttered. “And he didn’t even have the decency to finish me off.”

Brooke shot him a disapproving glance. “What was that explosion?” she asked Eddie.

Eddie shrugged. “No idea, man. I just got here.”

Xavier sighed. “Come on,” he said, and started walking toward the explosion. Brooke and Eddie followed. As they walked, Xavier looked back over his shoulder at Eddie and gave a lopsided smile. “I’m glad you’re still alive, rock star.”

Eddie smiled back weakly. “You too, man,” he replied.

Trying to keep low and quiet, they headed through the trees directly toward the fire in the neat distance. Before long they emerged near the shower blocks to see a bonfire burning, and in its midst was the shell of a car. Standing before it was Margaret, Montana, Chrissy and Chet, all staring with looks of misery on their faces.

Xavier let out a low groan as they joined the others. “That was our way out,” he said weakly.

“What happened?” Brooke cried.

Chet shook his head. “It was on fire when we got here,” he replied. Eddie heard the waver in his voice and looked over at him. In the firelight the blood soaking his tracksuit and the way he was holding his arm made it clear he was badly injured.

“It was so awful,” Margaret said, her voice high with dismay. She stepped out in front of everyone like a performer delivering a speech. “Jingles attacked me, and I thought I was dead! But Trevor … he was so brave … but Jingles killed him.”

Eddie slid a sly glance at the others. Everyone looked dismayed – Montana looked devastated – but nobody questioned it. Why would they? They’d seen Jingles kill plenty of people tonight. He tried to keep his expression blank.

“And the car?” Xavier asked.

“It must have been Jingles,” Margaret replied with a shrug. “He doesn’t want to let any of us escape.”

Xavier stepped forward. “This is the way,” he cried. “This is what we have to do! We have to build a signal fire, big enough for them to see – for planes to see! We’ll burn the trees, burn the whole damn camp!”

“Nobody’s burning shit,” Montana snapped. “We need an exit plan.”

“She’s right, Xavier,” Brooke said. “You have to calm down, just breathe!”

Eddie quietly sidled closer to Chrissy as Xavier began shouting and raving. Putting out his hand, he grabbed hers and pulled her to his side. When she looked at him questioningly, he put his finger to his lips. She looked confused, but nodded.

Xavier had gotten hold of a burning length of wood and was brandishing it like a torch. “Get back!” he was yelling. “This is the only way, don’t you see? It all has to burn!”

“What the hell is happening?” Eddie muttered.

There was a dull thud, and Xavier’s eyes rolled back in his head before he slumped to the ground. Behind him, Margaret stood with a gun in one hand, holding it by its muzzle. “Forgive me,” she cried. “I had to stop him before he hurt someone!”

Brooke sighed and ran forward. “Let’s get him to a cabin,” she said.

Montana rolled her eyes and Chet groaned. As Margaret and Brooke picked Xavier up between them, Chrissy started forward to help, but Eddie tugged on her hand. “Wait a sec,” he whispered.

Carrying Xavier, Brooke and Margaret headed toward the cabins, with Montana supporting Chet. Eddie waited until they were almost out of sight, then turned to Chrissy. “I need to tell you something,” he said. “I saw Trevor die.”

Chrissy gasped. “You did?”

He nodded. “But Chrissy – Jingles didn’t kill him. Margaret did.”

“What!” Chrissy shook her head. “No!”

Eddie nodded again. “And she said something about her accepting her true self … Chrissy … I think she was the one who killed all the campers in 1970 – not Jingles!”

Chrissy stared at him in horror. “Are … are you sure?”

“Well, I don’t have proof, but …” He paused, then plunged ahead. “Chrissy, I think we should just get out of here. Everyone’s going crazy, I don’t know who to trust any more. There’s a bike on the road just outside of camp. We can get on it and get out of here.”

“What?” Chrissy frowned and took a step back. “Just … leave everyone here to die?”

“No, no, of course not!” Eddie grabbed her arms to hold her in place. “We go to the nearest town and call the cops! Get help!”

“They won’t get here in time,” Chrissy argued, shaking her head.

Eddie pursed his lips in frustration. “Chrissy,” he said. “We’ve gone from one killer to three all in one night. Nurse Rita isn’t Nurse Rita, Xavier’s lost the plot, who knows about the others … We can’t trust them! For all we know they’re all killers!”

Chrissy paused. “Well … Chet did say that Ray killed someone,” she replied. “And that he came here to hide from the police.”

Eddie stepped back and jabbed the air with one finger. “See? You see? That’s exactly what I mean! We don’t know who they are and … The only person I trust here is you.”

“Me?” Chrissy said with a small smile.

Eddie smiled back. “Yeah,” he said.

Chrissy opened her mouth to reply, then her eyes darted to the side. “Did you see that?” she asked. “I think it was Ray!” Before Eddie could stop her, she turned and ran into the trees.

Eddie swore and ran after her. “Chrissy!” he hissed. “Wait! Ray's de- .... ah, shit!”

They ran through the trees, Chrissy calling out to Ray in a low voice. Eddie couldn’t see in front of her, but she seemed to be following someone, so he just followed her, trying to ignore the ache in his knee. When she suddenly stopped he ran right into the back of her, nearly knocking her forward. He grabbed her in time to keep her on her feet. “Woah there!”

Chrissy gasped. “Thank you,” she said. “I didn’t want to end up in there.”

Looking past her, Eddie realised that they’d come out on the shore of the lake. “Where’s Ray?” he asked, looking around. There was no sign of him.

Chrissy shrugged. “I-I don’t know, he was right in front of me,” she replied. “But look, is that Chet and Margaret in a boat?”

Following where she pointed, Eddie strained his eyes and saw that she was right. “What the hell are they doing out there?”

Chrissy lifted her arm to wave at them, but as she did Margaret suddenly grabbed an oar and beat Chet once, twice across the head. Chrissy squeaked in surprise, snatching her arm back. As they watched, they saw Margaret bend over Chet, and he screamed in agony. Then she stood up again, threw something over the side of the boat, and then tipped Chet into the lake after it. Chet sank like a stone.

Before Margaret could look around, Eddie grabbed Chrissy and pulled her back into the treeline. Her breath was hitching with rising sobs. Turning her around, he gave her a gentle shake. “Now do you believe me?” he hissed.

“Oh my God, yes!” Chrissy cried. “We have to get out of here!”

“Finally,” Eddie muttered, grabbing her hand. “Come on.” He led her away from the lake, back the way they had come.

As they were nearing the path that led by the showers, they heard someone scream. Eddie froze, Chrissy pressing against his back, and peered through the trees. Slowly he crept forward until he could see the path. He flinched and shrank back as the woman they knew as Rita ran past, Xavier in close pursuit, brandishing an axe. “I’m gonna fucking kill you, you bitch!” he was yelling.

Eddie and Chrissy looked at each other in bewilderment. “See what I mean?” Eddie whispered? “Everybody’s crazy!”

Even as he spoke, Brooke came tearing down the path from the direction of the kitchens, a knife clutched in her hand. Montana followed, screaming like a banshee with a knife of her own raised over her head.

Chrissy nodded. “Please let’s just go,” she whimpered.

Clutching her hand, Eddie led her slowly through the trees, keeping close to the path. The sky was starting to lighten with the approaching dawn, and Eddie felt a swell of joy in his heart at the sight; part of him had believed he wouldn’t be alive to see the sun rise. Before long they saw the big wooden gate with its overhanging sign. The coast looked clear, so Eddie tugged on Chrissy’s hand and they climbed out of the trees and ran down the road.

“You’re limping!” Chrissy exclaimed as Eddie stumbled. “Are you hurt?”

“Just bashed my knee up a little,” he replied. “I’ll be fine. Come on.”

Chrissy’s steps faltered as they came to a long bloody smear on the road. Not much further ahead Eddie could see the shape of the fallen motorcycle. “Wait here,” he said to Chrissy.

Chrissy clung to him. “Don’t leave me!” she cried fearfully.

Eddie turned back to her and squeezed her hand. “I’m not going to leave you,” he promised. “I just have to … Just trust me, okay?”

Chrissy hesitated, then nodded. “Okay,” she murmured.

Eddie let go of her hand and trotted ahead to the bike. As he had suspected, Ray’s headless body was lying next to it, the pool of blood from his neck slowly coagulating in the warm summer night. Eddie grabbed Ray’s legs and dragged him off the road, into the treeline, pushing him out of sight so Chrissy wouldn’t see. Then he called her over. She came at a run, arms wrapped around her as if she was cold. Eddie pulled the bike up onto its wheels, swung his leg over, and held it steady while Chrissy climbed on behind him and put her arms around his waist.

His earlier fantasy came back to him as he felt the warmth of her against his back, her breath ruffling his long hair. A small smile crept across his face as he gunned the engine. It roared and vibrated satisfyingly beneath him. He twisted the accelerator and lifted his feet as it took off. Chrissy’s grip tightened around him. She put her lips against his ear and he had to fight to keep the bike steady.

“Trevor said there’s a payphone at the end of the road,” she shouted against the roar of the bike and the rush of the wind.

Eddie couldn’t catch his breath to reply, so he just nodded. The feel of her lips brushing against his ear left him feeling weak and lightheaded, and it was as much as he could do to not crash the bike into the trees. It was almost a relief when she turned her head away to watch the trees flash past in the blooming light of the rising sun.

The payphone was exactly where Trevor had said it would be. Eddie brought the bike to a stop, kicked down the stand, and they both hopped off. Digging around in his pockets, he found some change and pushed it into the machine, then dialed 911.

The voice on the end sounded tinny and distant. “911, what is your emergency?”

“Yeah, hi,” Eddie said. “Look, I’m out at Camp Redwood … you need to send the cops right away. There’s been another massacre. Mr Jingles is back and he’s slaughtering everyone – except it’s not Jingles, it’s that chick Margaret who survived the first one, it was her all along, except Jingles is killing them as well this time … and I think there’s another killer there too, Brooke said it was the Nightstalker from LA -”

“Slow down, sir,” the voice said. “Did you say Camp Redwood?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie replied, nodding into the receiver. Chrissy was watching him anxiously.

There was a pause at the other end of the line. Then the voice said “Sir, are you aware that it’s a felony to make a false report to the police?”

“What?” Eddie sputtered. “I-I’m not -”

“We get calls like this about Camp Redwood every summer,” the voice went on. “You don’t think we know what you’re doing? Please get off the line so we can help people who are genuinely in trouble.”

“No,” Eddie protested. “No, wait -”

There was a loud click in his ear, and the line went dead. He turned to Chrissy, letting the receiver drop from his ear. “They didn’t believe me,” he told her.

Chrissy’s face fell. “So nobody’s coming?”

Eddie shook his head. In the rising light he could see her better now. Her arms and cheeks were covered in scratches, her clothes were muddy, and her hair was dishevelled with leaves and twigs stuck in it. Looking down at himself, he saw the mud coating his legs where he’d fallen in his flight from Mr Jingles. Somehow they’d both managed to get out of Camp Redwood without being seriously hurt, but they still looked a mess.

“No one’s coming,” he said, “But I have another idea.”

“What?” Chrissy asked.

“We’ll get back on the bike and ride it to the nearest town with a police station. They’ll have to believe us when they get a look at us. I mean, look at the state of us, right?”

Chrissy raised a hand to her hair self-consciously. “Am I a mess?”

Eddie smiled. “You’re a little banged up,” he admitted, “But you’re still pretty.”

Chrissy blushed. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Well … I mean …” Eddie shrugged. “Come on, you know you’re gorgeous.” His cheeks burned, and he turned away to get back on the motorcycle.

After a pause, Chrissy climbed on behind him and snaked her arms around his waist again. He felt her lips press a kiss against his warm cheek. “Thank you,” she said.

“For what?” Eddie asked, trying to ignore the dance his heart was doing in his chest.

“For looking out for me,” Chrissy replied. “For saving me. You’re my hero.” Her arms tightened into a hug.

Eddie grinned. “Nah. I’m no hero,” he replied. “Come on, let’s get out of here. I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to see Hawkins again.” He gunned the engine before he could say something stupid, and they sped off into the long shadows and blue sky of the early morning.

1986

“You know, this isn’t the first time we’ve … hung out.”

“No?”

“You don’t remember? ‘84? Camp Redwood? You were padding out your college application, I was there for community service?”

When her face goes pale and her eyes drop he knows he’s crossed a line. Her voice goes quiet and she says softly: “I don’t really remember much at all from back then. I know something bad happened, but my therapist says I’ve blocked it all out.” She pauses, then adds pointedly, “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Okay.” His heart drops with disappointment but he nods, all too happy to change the subject if it will make her feel better. “How about this, then? Middle school, talent show. You were doing that cheer … thing...”

[lloyd283]

The Demon headmaster 12 Fanfic

Well, after episode 11's end, Lloyd's been rushed to a safe area with panic as he's acting very painfully. Therefore, someone has to enter his dreamscape. No one's really good at that until teodora arrives and offers to allow a squad to enter by using marcella to amplify the power source. gord beckons norma to join ethan, Ryan, and teodora herself. Zoey okuru and mateo will join once inside as dream experts. Through astral projection, our group enters.

They arrive in a memory Vault, with multiple items from places, including Claudia's Dr. mabuse video attire that the previous forger had: 'lucy' zero (1989-2003). Drawings up to 2016 can be seen in glass displays. Outside, the group view the rip the headmaster caused and Lloyd's body trying to repair itself, which causes them to be split into 3 groups.

Norma and ethan enter his 2008 memory, in which norma sees that there were 3 others hit by a dalek blast. We even see the lead up, confirming that marcella got hit with the established ones. For Ryan and zoey, we see his 2010 memory, which has cameos from cbbc shows as well as a cameo from the original headmaster series that isn't the characters you'd expect. Let's say some fun ones like trapped, chucklevision etc, appear through lots of ways. Mateo and teodora see the 2012 memory of Lloyd feeling nemesis's presence through the sub terra commercial, mainly by the red marble, which he thought he lost the year prior. Even Lloyd finds another reality's YouTube and watching a series of videos. Then, a shift brings characters into question.

The pair now see an exchange set during fortnite: wilds, in which kado asks Lloyd for a power source for his katana, already owning the bat miraculous. He gives him his pheonix breaker for his katana (yep, that soul leech effect would've been caused by the breaker). Duo B (ryan/zoey) met Gerald Wolfe (Carmen's dead father) as he teaches Lloyd, who travelled back to train in spy tactics, and mentioned he'd fall when the M.A falls. Zoey does note a key that looks strange, and Ryan detects a strange inner body workings. Duo A decides to reach for one of the zapped, being brought into the person's past as Lloyd looks after a young Brooklynn? He does follow her on socials as a friend, helping her learn some skills as well as teaching her about the chrome (now, they'd also see her original jacket that apparently he's at some point added chrome to make a prosthetic hand, with the ability to defend, lock pick and other dual hand tricks). Shifting slightly forward to 2016 and after his headmaster encounter, Lloyd became a girl until redwood. He's supposed to have been pronounced dead, but in reality, after a rough night, he appeared on brooklynn's home steps, and she took him in just 6 months shy of the camp events and normally living. Before the camp, they part as brooklynn leaves for camp, and Lloyd finishes a video to be unlisted that norma is able to grab on a USB, being really in her hand, but gives it to ethan. Duo B sees Lloyd after the nemesis encounter, being to struggle with coursework and attending a certain event in Orlando. Next, around Christmas, Lloyd fell in love with a girl named cait and actually kissed on a festive boat ride. They hug and help each other, with cait being the only one to know Lloyd would still be alive, and return on valentine's day (brooklynn helped pick the flowers). Duo C see 2017's redwood rift and events play out, with them seeing what Lloyd did during it, even the bit in another fanfic entry 👀.

However, things don't last as Duo B now see what you've been waiting for, the 2018 incident. On that July day, a travelling show arrived at the school, which left a particularly messy trail behind them and Lloyd was uneasy, with cait calming him down, and we actually see Lloyd in different attire since nemesis (not counting his 1st version of the usual clothes or when Lloyd was in brooklynn's house). In a weird sequence, we see Lloyd actually enjoy being messy with cait which deviates from what we know of him. Eventually he goes to the bathroom and overhears a plan to cause chaos again at this school like the others by impulse sound waves. Therefore, he goes to deal with the plot whilst everyone's in the hall, awaiting the grand finale. The plot gets foiled, but a soundwave hits cait and she falls to the ground motionless as the MI6 arrive to arrest the show, but Lloyd's trying to wake cait up, to no avail, as they ask him to part with her, but he won't, starting to cry before creating a chilling wail that caused them to back off as he carries her to the first aid room. A paramedic confirms cait is dead, from the brain side failing and Lloyd asks what can be done, not taking no for an answer and the memory glitches whilst we hear MI6 people screaming loudly and weapons hot before we see a disturbing sight as Lloyd leaves the first aid room to fire and bodies with grotesque injuries that we don't fully see. (There would be an 15A version posted shortly after for those dick enough to view it). Duo A see a flaming car wreck that brings banging hands on a closed window and the same Lloyd screech in the nearby woods...

Duo C finish the episode as we see before everyone leaves, after some 2019 events, Lloyd tracks the other headmaster in a school and pulls a shotgun on him, which is highly irregular behaviour with Lloyd and he has to get Lloyd to back down and retract the weapon. You see, the headmaster there believes the rogue one will enact a deadly prophecy, unless the O.A stop him, but Lloyd says he can't do shit whilst emotionally torn so bad, so for helping him, the demon headmaster grabs a vile stun rod to allow him to redact traumatic memories from his head as he tells Lloyd to imagine his pain like a tidal wave and he'll quiet the lake. Norma views from a monitor of a van on the crash site, before something pulls her...

[vintagecamping]

Some tourists wander through the mighty Redwood Forest

California

1964

[the-crimson]

Aight thoughts on todays bbh lore cuz we got A LOT. Just stay with me through my nerding about trees it’ll be worth it XD

We pretty much got 100% confirmation that he is intentionally hurting Baghera and Forever and that he thinks of himself as expendable. What fascinates me the most is when Bad asked Foolish this

“Is there anything wrong with burning the forest to save the trees?”

At first glance you might think YES if u burn the forest then there won’t be any trees??!! However it is a custom on fire risk zones to create controlled fires that burn up brush and dead trees so that the risk of a natural and far more devastating fire is reduced. Additionally, if a fungus infects a forest, burning the infected trees may be the only way to prevent the spread to the rest of the forest.

On top of that, there is a specific type of tree species that requires fires in order to reproduce. These are often Pine trees that drop pinecones. Pinecones hold seeds inside them that only germinate when immense heat is applied to them: the heat of a forest fire. When they are within these temperatures, the seeds germinate and the pine cones pop, scattering the seeds on the forest floor. These trees adapted to form a symbiotic relationship with fire one of if not the most destructive natural forces on the earth.

Do you know one of the trees that has developed this adaption? Redwoods.

Do you know which tree bbh brought up when giving Jaiden a PINECONE gift for her birthday today? A Redwood.

I’m like actually going insane. This can’t be a coincidence right????? I’m not going crazy right???

The whole reason I noticed this scene is because I live near the redwood forests in California and I know all about the way these trees depend on fires for their survival. It’s something that’s always fascinated me. That’s when I assume Bad was going to ask foolish the above question before Jaiden and Teana cut their conversation short while they were talking on the Titian . He literally had these specific trees on his mind when he was going to ask about burning down the forest.

Let me tell you another thing about Redwood trees. They are ancient. They are massive. They are sturdy. Natural fires are a common phenomenon here and a majority of the redwoods survive with barely a scratch, maybe an inch or two of its outer bark scorched. Nothing it won’t grow past in a year or two when these trees easily live for 500+ years.

(Side note, if there is one place in America you should visit it’s the redwood forests of California. It is literally like entering a portal to another world. These trees are 10-15 ft in diameter easily and you can just feel how ancient the forests are. It’s one of my all time favorite places to go)

So, in the situation Bad is proposing, burning the forest to save the trees, he is actively thinking about Redwoods in this hypothetical. Not only trees that are extremely resistant to fire but trees that depend on fire to survive. That completely changes the way he is approaching this question.

In his hypothetical, the forest will burn. The animals will die. The brush and non redwoods will turn to ash. The land will be scarred and the trees themselves may look dead, branchless and black. But. But. A season will pass and new branches will peel through the charcoal. Seeds deep in the soil will surge forth as the soil is fed nutrients from the ash. Animals will return. Pinecones will shed their fertilized seeds to give birth to a new generation of trees. And by next year, the forest will look just as vibrant as it had before the fire. Trees may bear the scars of the flames but life continues and it continues and it continues always.

I might actually be going crazy bbh makes me crazy cc!bbh makes me crazy I’m losing my mind

[mochie85]

The Redwoods

Part 2 of my Wanderlust series.

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Summary: The first stop on your road trip through California to visit all the National Parks. And it's colder than you expected. Especially at night! Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader Word Count: 773 (a drabble, really) Warnings: Fluff. Flirting. A/N: This is for @the-slumberparty's July Monthly Challenge. I picked prompt #9, Cuddling for Warmth.

Your teeth were rattling inside your mouth as you held your arms closer to you. The five layers of blankets and the two layers of hoodies and thermals couldn’t keep the cold from seeping through to you and settling into your bones.

It had been a week since graduation. It was already the beginning of June, but Summer comes late to California. The days were warm, and California nights can get extremely cold. Especially this far north and high in elevation.

“Nugget, if you don’t stop shaking, I’m going to assume you are not cut out for this and I’m gonna drive us both home. OW!” Bucky screamed as you kicked him underneath all the layers. You hated that nickname. It annoyed you so much when he reminded you of how short you were.

“Your feet are freezing, woman! Aren’t you wearing socks?” he scolded you.

“No!” you muffled, hiding underneath your wool scarf. Your toes went on the hunt, seeking his warm calf to seep all the heat from his body.

“Uh, uh. Nope! Stop! You are not-” he swatted your foot away. “You are not warming your icicle toes on me!” You giggled as he successfully kept you at bay on your side of the van.

The vintage Volkwagon Bus, that you managed to spruce up from the many ideas on your Pinterest boards, lacked insulation and calking. Bucky noted and whined as the two of you spent the last week sleeping in the back of the "ice cream truck," as Bucky had once called it.

“You’re lucky cuz Smokey decided to sleep next to you to keep you warm!” You said out loud.

“Ya, he sleeps next to me because he can’t get over how loud your teeth are rattling!” And as if he was agreeing, Smokey let out a small grunt growl.

“Traitor!” you sneered at your dog. Then you pouted, giving Bucky your saddest puppy eyes.

“Don’t!”

“I’m not doing anything!” you pouted some more.

“It’s not gonna work. Instead, what I’ll do- I’ll just drive us both home. Where we can sleep in our own beds. Watch Netflix on my flat screen instead of your iPad. And use indoor plumbing like a modern-day person would!”

Bucky was angry and you can tell. You didn’t think he would get so annoyed. Was that how he felt this whole time? It was only the first week of your two-month-long trip. Would he be like this for the rest of the time? Maybe he’ll give up and just leave you in the middle of the trip to go home.

You heard Bucky sigh and then groan in defeat. He watched you as you spiraled into your thoughts. Your face turned from a sad pout into a depressed frown, trying to mask the feelings you had inside.

The covers lifted, opening the small space in between you. “Get over here.” 

You squealed as you rolled your way into his side, your back to his chest. “What are you 10?” he laughed.

“A lady doesn’t scoot!”

“Ha! But nuggets roll,” he mocked. Your feet sought his bare legs in revenge as he hissed inwardly at the contact from your cold touch.

“Hey, be nice! Be a good girl for me! I’m letting you steal my warmth here!” he growled into your ear.

His phrase caught you off guard. The low gravelly tone tickled something in you. It traveled all the way down to your aching core. Aching and neglected. And soon you didn’t need his body heat anymore. You were making your own! From the sheer bewilderment, you found yourself in.

When was the last time I had sex? Too long ago. That’s probably why you’re feeling this way. You can’t start thinking this way about Bucky! He’s your best friend.

“What’s wrong? Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” He asked.

“Nothing. I’m just- I’m just trying to get cozy,” you said adjusting and wriggling your body to fit his. He grunted at your movement.

“The sooner you get comfy, the sooner we can all go to sleep!” he chided.

You finally relaxed in his embrace. You could feel the heat from his wide chest on your back keeping you warm and toasty. Soon, you found yourself drifting off to the sounds of his breathing.

You must’ve turned in your sleep. When you woke up that morning, the first thing you saw were Bucky’s sapphiric eyes, heavy with slumber, focused on your lips.

Just kiss me! 

Lord, You did not just think that! OK! First things, first. As soon as you get home from this trip. You are finding yourself a boyfriend.

If you can survive Bucky, that is.

⬅️Wanderlust | Lassen Volcanic Park (Coming Soon)➡️

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[wayoutwest]

Abandoned stories

Harry Snowden

[bunjovibunny]

We baçk from our camping 🏕️ trip, Frens. We all had a wonderful time in the Redwood Forests and Ruth Lake.

More videos and pictures to come!

#BunJovi

[happy-hippy-witchy]

[forestkiss]

bday camping!! i am 20 years old now and i still feel like a terrified child but at least i had a good weekend :) 🌲⛺️🌲

[otioseb]

Redwoods.

[findingaannie]

santa cruz redwoods 🏕️

[smileygoth]

Hellcheer at Redwood - Part Five (Stranger Things / AHS 1984)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

With Eddie gone, Chrissy finds herself playing nursemaid to a severely injured Chet. The plan gets changed again and the chances of them getting out alive with all their friends seem to be getting slimmer by the moment.

Word Count: 2,906 words.

Image courtesy of Netflix.

CW: blood, injury, death, needles, major spoilers for AHS 1984.

Once the footsteps and the sound of jangling keys had faded, they all crept out from their hiding places. The body of the woman in the nurse’s dress was frozen in her knees, the oar handle protruding obscenely from her mouth. Montana shrank back and leaned into Trevor, who put his arm around her protectively.

Chrissy looked around wildly. “Was that Eddie?” she asked in a shrill voice. “Is he after Eddie?”

“Who is she?” Trevor muttered, staring at the dead woman. He didn’t seem to have heard Chrissy.

Xavier shone the torch on the woman. Clear in the bright beam of light was the dark pink, looping lettering above her breast pocket that read ‘Rita’.

“Nurse Rita?” Xavier exclaimed. “What the hell?”

“He’s gone after Eddie!” Chrissy cried, sobbing. “Please – we have to go help him!”

Trevor glanced at her, then back at the dead woman. “He knows what he’s doing,” he replied. “And he knows to meet us at the parking lot. We stick to the plan.” When she tried to protest he added “If we go after him we’ll just end up getting Eddie and all of us killed.”

Reluctantly, Chrissy fell silent. Trevor gestured, and they all crept out of the boathouse, trying their best to be as quiet as possible. When a figure almost immediately barrelled into them, Chrissy was too stunned and terrified to scream. For a second she hoped it might be Eddie, but then Xavier turned the torchlight on the figure, showing it to be Ray. He was fiilthy, covered in bleeding cuts, and panting for breath.

“Ray!” Xavier exclaimed. “Oh my God, are you okay? You’re bleeding! Where are the others?”

“We were attacked,” Ray gasped. “In the infirmary. I was stabbed – we got separated – Chet and I ran but I lost him in the woods. I had to cover myself in mud and leaves to hide!”

“What about Brooke?” Montana asked.

“Last I saw, she was with Nurse Rita.”

Xavier and Trevor exchanged a worried look. “That’s not good,” Xavier said.

Ray frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Nurse Rita is not Nurse Rita,” Xavier replied. “We found the real Nurse Rita tied up in the boathouse, right before Jingles killed her!”

“Then who’s with Brooke?” Ray asked.

“We don’t know,” Montana replied. “That’s why we;ve got to go find them.”

Ray shook his head. “The plan was to get to the parking lot. I’m not going back there with two killers running around!”

“Well, I’m not leaving without Margaret and Bertie,” Xavier said.

“And Eddie,” Chrissy added.

“Okay, fine, fine,” Trevor said, holding up his hands for silence. “Ray, you ever ridden a bike before?”

Ray nodded. “Yeah.”

Trevor sighed. “Okay. There’s a call box at the end of the road outside the camp. Taking my Ninja, go to the call box, and call the police. Then wait for us in the parking lot.” He pulled the keys out of his pocket and tossed them to Ray, who caught them with ease. “Montana, you go with him.”

Chrissy watched uneasily as Ray and Montana ran off in the direction of the parking lot. Then Xavier grabbed her hand. “Come on,” he said with a gentle smile.

The three of them ran into the woods in the direction Ray had come. Before long Trevor stopped them and held up his hand. “Listen,” he said.

They stopped and listened. From somewhere up ahead they could hear pained moaning. “Who do you think that is?” Xavier asked.

Without thinking, Chrissy pulled free from Xavier and ran forward. “Eddie?” she called.

“Shit – Chrissy, shut up!” Trevor hissed. They hurried after her, Xavier fumbling the torch off.

The moaning got louder, and Chrissy could make out words. “Down here … be careful! Don’t fall in – it’s a pit trap!”

Chrissy immediately slowed down, straining her eyes in the darkness. Only a few more steps more and she found herself at the edge of a deep pit. If not for the warning ,she would have gone right into it.

Xavier appeared at her side. He switched the torch back on and shone it down, revealing a bloodsoaked figure lying in one corner. He squinted. “Chet? Is that you?”

Chrissy’s heart dropped. She felt an instant pang of guilt for it, and reminded herself that might still be okay. Chet, on the other hand, did not look good.

“What are you doing down there?” Xavier called.

“What does it look like?” Chet wailed. “I’m dying! There’s a stake through my shoulder, I can’t move! You’ve gotta get me out of here!”

Trevor appeared next to Xavier, and they exchanged a look. Xavier sighed and handed Chrissy the torch. “Alright,” he said. “I’m coming down.”

Trevor helped Xavier lower himself into the pit, avoiding the stakes that pointed up at him as he dropped, while Chrissy held the torch steady to illuminate them. For one heart-stopping moment Xavier stumbled as he landed, and she was certain he was going to fall right onto the stakes. Then he caught his balance and crept over to Chet’s side. He crouched down next to him and grimaced. “Man, that looks gnarly,” he remarked.

“Jingles was chasing me and Ray,” Chet said. “Ray fell in here too, but he got out … He left me.”

“He said you got separated!” Xavier cried.

Chet shook his hand. “No … he’s got serious fucking issues, man.”

Xavier shook his head and looked back at the stake protruding through Chet’s shoulder. “Ooh, I wish we had a real doctor down here for this,” he muttered.

Something large rustled in the trees some distance away. Trevor and Chrissy turned to look, but saw nothing. “Shit, someone’s coming,” Trevor muttered. “Hurry up down there!”

Xavier looked up at them in panic. “I don’t know what I’m doing!” he protested. “I could kill him!”

“Better you than Jingles!” Trevor retorted.

Xavier groaned and looked back at Chet. “If I kill you,” he said, “I’m really really sorry.”

“Just get me out here, please,” Chet moaned through gritted teeth.

“Okay. On three,” Xavier said. He grabbed Chet by one arm, slipped an arm beneath his shoulders and braced himself. “Ready?”

Chet’s eyes widened with fear. “No no no wait -”

“Three!” Xavier cried, and pulled.

Chet came off the stake smoothly, but with a sickening wet sucking sound that Chrissy could hear even from outside the pit. She gagged, the torch in her hand wavering. Chet screamed in pain. Xavier pushed him to standing, grabbed him by his hips and boosted him upwards. Trevor bent down, grabbed Chet’s arms and hoisted him out, prompting Chet to give another agonised scream. Chrissy concentrated on holding the torch steady as Trevor bent down again to pull Xavier out, horribly conscious of how much noise Chet was making as he rolled on the ground, crying in pain.

Once Xavier was out, Trevor pulled Chet up and clamped a hand over his mouth. “Sssh,” he hissed. He and Xavier dragged Chet into the bushes, Chrissy turning off the torch and following behind. They crouched down, staying as still and silent as possible as a dark, raincoat-clad figure stepped into view, heading for the edge of the pit.

“We can take him,” Trevor whispered to Xavier. “There’s four of us.”

Xavier stared at him in disbelief. “Chet’s wounded! And Jingles has a knife!”

Trevor shrugged. “His knife,” he said, “Versus my guns.”

Chrissy barely had time to register what he meant before he darted out from the undergrowth, heading straight for the turned back of Mr Jingles. Trevor rammed into him with his shoulder, sending the figure tumbling into the pit trap. There was a wet crunch as he fell, and then he started screaming. Somehow Trevor managed to keep his balance and not fall in after him. He threw his hands up and cheered. “Welcome to your own petard, asshole!” he yelled.

Xavier ran out to his side, peering into the pit. “You got him!” he cried. “That was awesome!”

Beside Chrissy, Chet struggled to get to his feet. Chrissy put her hand on his uninjured shoulder. “Stay here,” she said. “You shouldn’t be moving about any more than you have to with that wound. You could bleed out.”

“What are you, a doctor now?” Chet muttered.

Chrissy fixed him with a stern glare. “I don’t need to be a doctor,” she replied. “I have eyes. You’re bleeding all over the place. Stay still.”

Grumbling, Chet lay back.

At the edge of the pit, Trevor and Xavier had fallen silent. Trevor had picked something up and was holding it out in front of them. Squinting, Chrissy made out a misshapen, muddy rubber mask, and her heart dropped.

“That wasn’t Mr Jingles,” Trevor said miserably. At the same time, the moaning in the pit tapered off.

There was a long moment of stunned silence, then Chet gave a pained groan. “Guys?” Chrissy called out. “Chet’s in trouble here.”

Stirring themselves, Trevor and Xavier returned to Chet’s side. “We should get him to the infirmary,” Chrissy said. “There’ll be bandages and stuff there, we can try to stop this bleeding.”

Together, Trevor and Xavier carried Chet to the infirmary while Chrissy led the way with the flashlight. Once inside, they laid him on the bed while Chrissy rummaged through the cupboards, looking for bandages.

Chet groaned as they put him down. “I don’t feel so good,” he muttered. “Is this what dying feels like?”

“It’s going to be okay,” Xavier assured him.

Chet looked up at Xavier, struggling to focus. His eyes slipped closed, and then he went limp, his head lolling to one side. Xavier looked up at Trevor in panic. “Shit,” he said. “I think he’s dead!”

Chrissy’s eyes fell on something in the cupboard she was looking in. She grabbed it and tossed it to Trevor. “Here, catch!”

Trevor caught it with ease and looked at it, and his eyes lit up. “Nice one,” he said to Chrissy. He pulled the cap off the syringe and raised his arm above his head, preparing to strike down into Chet’s chest. Xavier caught his arm. “Hey, hey, what the hell?”

“It’s an epi-pen,” Trevor explained. “It’s pure adrenaline!”

“Are you sure it’s going to work?” Xavier asked.

Trevor scoffed. “It’s sure as hell not going to make him worse!”

Xavier hesitated, then nodded and let go of Trevor’s arm. Aiming for Chet’s heart, Trevor jammed the needle in and pressed the plunger while Xavier and Chrissy watched anxiously. For a moment nothing happened.

“It didn’t -” Xavier began.

Suddenly Chet screamed and sat bolt upright. Trevor, Xavier and Chrissy all yelled in surprise.

“What the fuck happened?” Chet was yelling. “Shit, I feel like my heart’s beating out of my chest!”

Xavier pushed him back down onto the bed. “You’re gonna be okay,” he said. “Just lie still, okay?”

“We need Ray and Montana to get the cops here now,” Trevor said. “We sent them to call the cops.”

Chet shook his head. “Ray’s a chode,” he said bitterly. “He left me to die … he said he killed someone in college …”

“And I thought making porn was bad,” Xavier muttered.

The others looked at him in surprise. “What?”

“Nothing,” Xavier said quickly. Then his face lit up. “Oh my God! Porn! Blake! He left his car by the showers, his keys might still be in his pocket! You guys, we have a way out!”

“Okay,” Trevor said, getting to his feet. “We go get Margaret and Bertie and then we head to the car.”

Chet sat up with a pained groan, and they pushed him back down. “Don’t be an idiot,” Xavier said. “You’re way too messed up. You lie low. We’ll come back for you.”

“I’ll stay with him,” Chrissy said.

Trevor smiled at her. “Good kid.”

“I’ll go get Bertie,” Xavier said, standing up.

“I’ll get Margaret,” Trevor replied. “Then we’ll circle back for you two. Or we’ll meet at the parking lot if any of us get held up. Okay?”

The two rushed out. Chrissy watched them leave, then closed the door and made sure it was locked and bolted before going back to Chet’s side. Grabbing some bandages and gauze from the cupboard, she busied herself with bandaging Chet up as well as she could.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Chet asked her.

Chrissy shrugged. “Not really,” she replied. “But I’m hoping I learned a few things from TV.”

“Well, thanks for trying, at least,” Chet said, and gave her a weak smile. “Hey … what happened while I was out?”

Chrissy shrugged. “What do you mean?”

“You all looked at me so strangely when I woke up,” Chet said. “And my heart … my heart was going crazy. Still is, a little.”

Chrissy hesitated. “Well … you died,” she told him. “Trevor shot you in the heart with an adrenaline shot. I guess they had it here for allergies and stuff, but turns out it’s good for bringing the dead back to life too.” She gave a soft chuckle.

Chet didn’t laugh. “Woah,” he said.

“Yeah.” Chrissy nodded. “Woah.” She finished bandaging him up and cut the excess length off with a long-bladed pair of scissors.

“Do you think I’ll die again?” Chet asked.

Chrissy sighed. “I really don’t know,” she replied honestly. “But I’ll do my best to make sure you don’t.”

“I don’t want to die with a guilty conscience,” Chet said. “I totally did those steroids for the Olympics.”

Chrissy smiled. “That doesn’t matter now,” she said gently. “And if that’s the worst thing you’ve got in your past, I think you’re okay. It sounds like some of the others have done way worse.”

Chet smiled. “I know,” he agreed. “Ray … man, I can’t believe he killed someone. He said it was an accident, but he hid the body and now he’s on the run from the cops.”

Chrissy frowned. “Do you think that means he won’t call them?”

Chet gave a small shrug with his good shoulder. “I don’t know.”

There was silence between them for a moment. Then Chet asked “Hey, where’s you friend? The metalhead?”

Chrissy hung her head. “He … he ran off,” she said. “Mr Jingles was chasing him. I think he was trying to lure him away from us.”

Chet raised his eyebrows. “That took some balls.”

Chrissy gave a watery smile. “I’m really worried about him,” she admitted. “Trevor said if we stuck to the plan he’d meet up with us again, but the plan’s changed like every five minutes and … and I don’t know what’s going on. If we get to the parking lot and Eddie’s not there … do you think they’ll leave without him?”

Chet was silent for a moment. “People do some bad things when they’re scared,” he said eventually.

Chrissy felt tears rising in her eyes and blinked them back fiercely. “That’s what I’m afraid of,” she replied.

Chet’s hand found hers and squeezed. “If I live,” he said, “I’ll do my best to make sure we don’t leave without him. I promise.”

Chrissy squeezed his hand back and smiled. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Their heads jerked up as the sound of three distant gunshots rang out outside. “What was that?” Chet murmured.

Chrissy shook her head. “A gun? Who has a gun?”

Pulling her hand from Chet’s, she crept to the window and peered out. A flash of blonde hair moving dow nthe path caught her eye, and she gasped. “Montana!” Hurrying to the door, she unlocked it and pulled it open. “Montana! Over here!”

Montana stopped and looked round, her expression oddly fierce. For a moment Chrissy wanted to close and lock the door again. Then Montana was smiling and running up to her, and the moment passed. “What are you doing in here?” she cried. “I’ve been looking all over for you guys!” She peeked inside over Chrissy’s shoulder. “Oh shit, what happened to Chet?”

“Jingles laid a trap,” Chrissy replied. “Did you hear the gunshots?”

“Yeah,” Montana replied. “I think Trevor said Margaret has a gun. I hope she’s not in trouble.”

“Trevor’s on his way to her now!” Chrissy exclaimed. “Oh God, what if he got hurt?”

Montana sighed. “Okay, we have got to stop splitting up,” she said.

Chrissy nodded. “Where’s Ray?”

“He bailed,” Montana replied with a snarl. “We got jumped by that Nightstalker asshole and he jumped on the bike and left me. Luckily I managed to lose the creep in the woods. But he could be right behind me, so we should move.” She looked at Chet. “Can he move?”

“I can if there’s a killer coming,” Chet replied, sitting up.

“So Ray didn’t call the police?” Chrissy asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe,” Montana replied.

Chrissy took a deep breath. “Maybe we should stick to the plan, like Trevor said before,” she said. “We go to the parking lot and we wait for the others … or for the police. They know to meet us there, so hopefully …”

Montana nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

“And we have another car,” Chet added. “By the showers. We need to go get it first so we can all get out.”

“There’s a car by the showers?” Montana asked, confused.

Chrissy smiled. “It’s a long and weird story,” she replied. “Help me with Chet? We’ll explain on the way.”