#forest secrets

[cervitaur-dipper]

*A camera clicks on to reveal the kid filming - a small, skittish-looking young cervitaur who can't be older than thirteen. His body is covered in burn scars and his hands are shaking as he pulls back. He adjusts a microphone pinned to his shirt with the skill of someone who's spent a very long time learning how to work film equipment. Then, he takes a deep breath in and steels his gaze.*

D-dipper Pines, here. Testing the m-memory gun tt gave me. H-hopefully this t-trial will go well. I worked hard f-for this, so it better work.

*He spins the dial on the memory gun a few times and then holds it to his head.*

First t-trial - Dipper Pines. Erasing the f-face stealing incident.

*He shoots himself with the gun. The light causes feedback in the camera. When the feedback clears, the boy is leaning over it, his large, watery doe eyes just a touch clearer and more peaceful. He examines the camera, mutters some technical nonsense under his breath, and then lights up like he hasn't been happy in years.*

I did it! I c-can't remember it anymore. It worked! I d-don't even remember what was s-so upsetting about it! My god I feel so m-much better!

*He's not shaking nearly as much, though he's still stuttering. He smiles down at the camera and pulls it up to his face, clearly elated.*

I c-can pull this off. Yeah. Y-yeah! I can e-erase everything th-that happens to me! I can get better! This is a-awesome! J-just a few more runs w-with the gun, and I should be f-fine!

*He stands up and nearly stumbles. He looks queasy.*

Oh. M-maybe not today. I'll... use the gun more t-tomorrow. Dipper P-pines, out!

*The camera shuts off and the recording ends with a single frame of a burning pine tree and a single second soundbite of a child giggling. It's so brief most people would have to rewind the tape to catch it.*

[mapecl-stories]

Wings in the Shadow of Grief

Monarcho bravely flew through the dense forests of the North and encountered Luna, an elegant companion with iridescent wings. "Who are you, noble butterfly, and where does your flight lead you?" inquired Monarcho. Luna, enveloped in golden sunbeams, replied, "I am Luna, on a journey to the southern paradise. My heart longs for the warm realms of Michoacán."

The two butterflies continued to fly side by side, exchanging their stories. "I feel a special connection to a hero named Homero Gómez González," shared Monarcho. "Have you heard of him, Luna?"

Luna respectfully inclined her wings. "Yes, Homero is known in the butterfly lands. A brave protector of our kind. His name is carried from flower to flower, like a gentle breeze."

The majestic mountains that Monarcho crossed provided an epic backdrop to their flights. As they approached the El Rosario Butterfly Preserve, Monarcho felt the tension in the air. Luna whispered, "We are entering a realm of change, Monarcho. Here, the paths of nature and humanity intersect."

In a poignant scene, the two butterflies observed Homero's patrols. Luna said, "Homero fights with a courageous heart. But humanity is a complex being, and nature suffers from its decisions."

In the El Rosario Butterfly Preserve, Homero and a group of passionate environmentalists gathered. "Friends," began Homero, "the Monarch butterflies are not just butterflies; they are a symbol of the fragility of nature. We must unite our forces to protect them from the deforestation threatening their home."

Elena, an experienced environmentalist, stepped forward. "Homero, we know the dangers are real, but we are here to stand side by side with you. Nature needs our voices, and we must raise them loud and clear."

A young activist named Diego added, "We must not only protect the Monarch butterflies but also the forests themselves. They are our common heritage, and it is our responsibility to preserve them for future generations."

Homero nodded in agreement. "Let us form patrols, launch information campaigns, and raise awareness in the community. Together, we can ignite a movement that protects not only the Monarch butterflies but also our habitat."

The environmentalists exchanged looks of determination, and Maria, a naturalist, suggested, "Let us also speak with the local communities, Homero. If we can win them over to the beauty and significance of these forests, they will support us."

Homero smiled gratefully. "You are right. The connection between humans and nature is crucial. Together, we can unleash a force stronger than any threat. Let us embark on this mission in the name of the Monarch butterflies and our planet."

The environmentalists raised their hands in unity, and in this dialogue, the seed of a movement was planted, aiming to protect not only the Monarch butterflies but also the forests of Michoacán.

Night descended over the El Rosario Butterfly Preserve as Monarcho and Luna, burdened by the sad news, floated across the sky. The moon cast gentle shadows on their shimmering wings.

The two butterflies decided to take a pause in a secluded part of the forest to gather their thoughts. In a quiet dialogue between them, Monarcho spoke, "Luna, Homero was a hero. His courage will live on in our wings, but we must also be vigilant. The danger is real."

Luna nodded sadly. "Yes, Monarcho. Our mission is more important than ever. The Monarch butterflies and nature need us. But we must proceed wisely to avoid the same fate."

While the two butterflies lingered in the silence of the forest, threatening sounds suddenly echoed. A shadow approached, and a rough voice said, "You are no strangers, you little fluttering beings. You have seen and heard too much."

A member of the drug cartel emerged from the darkness, eyes cold and sinister. Monarcho and Luna felt the danger in the air. In a desperate dialogue, they tried to plead their innocence, but their words faded in the impenetrable thicket of the threat.

Suddenly, the silence was pierced by a painful scream. Homero Gómez González, the hero of the El Rosario Butterfly Preserve, was silenced by the darkness of the forest. Monarcho and Luna witnessed with horror as the drug cartel silenced the voice of nature.

The forest, once filled with life and beauty, became a witness to a terrible crime. Monarcho and Luna, marked by sorrow and anger, fluttered away, carrying their mission even more resolutely in their hearts.

The story of the Monarch butterflies and their brave protector took a dark turn. Yet, in the wings of the butterflies, the flame of resistance and protection continued to burn. Monarcho and Luna vowed that the Earth would know their story and that the legacy of Homero Gómez González would never extinguish in the wings of the Monarch butterflies.

Oh heavenly Father,

We pray to You for Homero Gómez González, a heroic protector of the Monarch butterflies. Bless his soul, may his sacrifice be recognized and valued. Comfort the grieving hearts.

May the delicate wings of the Monarch butterflies dance in Your light, bearing witness to Your creation. Inspire us through Homero's devotion to be good stewards of nature, for the generations to come and to the honor of Your sacred work.

Through Jesus Christ, our Redeemer, we pray.

Amen.

[forestanomaly]

Hey guys do you hear that- murDER CAMEL MURDER CAMEL MURDER CAMEL MURDER CAMEL

Pushing uni stuff away from me with my leg while drawing violently BOOGIE GIRLS FROM SECRET LIFE YAYY!! They lost the murder camel but the spirit is still there!!

P.s. Reblogs are appreciated. Thank you! .)

[pinetreepilgrimage]

The Prophecies Begin, or, The Streams Begin

Here’s the complete cover series, 1-6. Which one is your favorite?

[zegalba]

illustrations by Hirō Isono

[final-boy]

reading Warriors for the first time which means i need to learn how to draw cats

[malusokay]

🕰🍂📜🧸🎞🗝

characteristically not dressed for the occasion

my insta -> @ malusokay

[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.

[maureen2musings]

@forests_of_the_unknown

[charmed-n-zesty]

A secret spot.

[warriors-official-russian-art]

Tigerclaw, Brokentail and Fireheart

"Forest of Secrets", chapter 15

[shark-sslime]

It's so sad that there are very few places anyone can go that provide that perfect secret little hideaway somewhere in th woods. Everything is someones property, public parks that are just grass, or housing developments now. I just want to be able to take a short walk from my house to some (not even that deep) woods and find a cool tree and make it my hang out spot and to walk along the naturally forming paths from other people and animals taking time to actually enjoy nature.

[forestanomaly]

Finally executed an idea that I had im my head for a longest time!

p.s. It's my birthday! Reblogs are appreciated, thank you! .)

[klaasfoto]

[plagalkey]

day 6: royalty (+ day 1's secret relationship)

"close your eyes for me, tobio-chan"

[sherlockggrian]

secret life doodles. i'm beyond excited for this series.