#i belong in the woods

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

crying screaming weeping as i follow the Worlds Easiest Tutorial for installing frosty and mods bc actually i hate technology and the fact that i must interact with it for my hobbies

[trianglesand]

Marble hornets x Slendermansion AU but instead of Hoodie and Masky being proxies they also live in a small cabin in the same woods and are constantly trying to sabotage the creeps plans. Hoodie learns Jeff is supposed to kill some random family and follows him there to purposely set the home security system off and Masky jumps out of the closet and tackles Jeff. They all run away to their own homes afterwards when the cops are called. The Operator/Slenderman could put a stop to it if he so pleased, but finds the shenanigans amusing.

[sweetmoonbeam17]

also every time I re-watch the first movie I always make myself laugh thinking about how fast astrid got to hiccup after he wakes up at the end of the movie. because it's either

a) astrid's house is not that far from his

or the funnier and more superior b) she lives across the island but heard the crowd forming and she morphed through her wall, ran 100mph & shoved aside every viking in her way

[nitw]

have i ever mentioned that night in the woods has my favorite video game soundtrack ever? this shouldnt come as a surprise to any of yall but still. i've played a lot of games with really mindblowing soundtracks and nitw's may not seem as crazy in comparison, but i've just never heard a game soundtrack that sounds like this. it hits me so hard and stuck with me for reasons i can't really explain

[coffee-mouse]

dedicated to my childhood best friend Fudge the basset hound plush 🧡

[bonezaw]

take me back to the forest

[widowshill]

— And do you or do you not have difficulty remembering such simple instructions? — Only during thunderstorms, sir.

THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965) / DARK SHADOWS (1966)

[hummingjay]

What do you think is the weirdest/silliest weapon ever?

I think maces are really funny because you had increasingly complicated halberds and glaives that parried swords and had numerous hooks for fighting cavalry at different positions, but the single most effective method of killing a guy that ignored both chainmail and plate armor was a stick. Just hit the fella. Smack him. The Japanese had a Bo staff that was pretty cool.

I think the duckfoot pistol is funnier though.

why is babygirl shooting four evenly spaced fellas? Why are they evenly spaced? It’s a flintlock so it can be preloaded, but it’s flabbergastingly funny that someone used this.

Combination weapons were more symbols of ingenuity than anything else, like modern fashion shows, but they���re so funny. here’s an axe-pistol flintlock and a percussion (I think) mace-pistol. Babykins wants to spend a solid minute loading the thing then smack ya with it.

This one’s the best. It has 6 barrels, (a secret sexy one is in the handle) is a wheel lock (very hard to clean, maintain, or even repair, but objectively better than a match lock) has a detachable axe head cover, and would be almost impossible to comfortably aim. I think it’s a parade tool more than anything else but what’s going on with this thing? I’m gonna shoot 5 evenly spaced dudes, shoot a secret 6th guy then smack someone else. I love this thing. We used to make cool things.

[sortableroseanimations]

im ngl seeing will wood just made me acutely aware of how i feel in my body and unfortunately this seems to be a long term experience. respectfully, what the fuck

[garagepaperback]

talisman

iv.

"Wood."

It’s weird to see Marcus in a little room like this, he looks so big. Bigger than he is in Oliver’s head, even. 

Oliver, with an ease he would like history and myth and legend and whoever else might be listening to take notice of, shrugs one shoulder lightly, fluorescent light sloping across navy and wheat gold.

“Flint.”

Marcus just stares at him, the unreadable, entirely blank way. Oliver has no idea if he’s just not good at reading him or there’s nothing written down.

After a moment, Marcus says, almost like the previous exchange had been voided, as though they’ve never spoken before in their entire lives, “What?” 

and Oliver has to push a hand through his hair and remember.

v.

Oliver is driven, psychotically so; Marcus almost forgot. He watches practice from the ground, next to the coach, the assistant coach, Puddlemere’s media correspondent and above, in the stands, a sprinkling of diehards along with some fair-weathers. And girls, though they’re new, and loud. Not terribly surprising though; it’s the first practice of the season, even the drills look exciting. Marcus doesn’t think they’re likely be here forty matches in, when it’s been raining for three weeks straight.

By the end of practice, Oliver is worse than windswept. He stalks off the pitch for the showers like this is his first time on the ground, like he was born in the air and he isn’t so sure about how it’s supposed to work down here. 

“What?” Marcus says, firm and flat after, when Oliver shows up too easily, slunk ivy in the door like they’re good old pals.

“Hi,” Oliver says, fingers in his hair, heavy wet curls. 

His face is pink from the shower, not enough to cover up his freckles, but enough. He’s so fucking handsome, Marcus forgot, all scrubbed-bright. Older now, but he’s still got that look like he’s just fallen out of a tree, a summer sort of glaze. Marcus wants to lick it off of him, could scrape it off him like a rind with his teeth, he thinks.

Instead, he looks down at the Shooting Star he’s been trying to resurrect from the dead. Shit broom. It never rode well in its day and it’s been nearly a decade since then.

He fingers it like a thing imbued, like the tangible dearth that called Oliver up, caused him.

Marcus believes this: worse brooms are better. If an ideal condition is whittled and ruined, you learn to survive on less. You can learn to build everything you want when you do so from an lack. He couldn't tell yet if Wood was the ideal condition or the lack.

“Hi.” Marcus mocks.

Wood's at his side by then, hungry to be handled, liable to splinter.

for day 13 of @microficmay

[your-fuccked-up-dad-volume100]

The masculine urge to mark them up in places people can see so that everyone knows that they’re mine they belong to me 🔪

[frozenartscapes]

What crossover do you think would be the coolest/funniest/saddest for FE3H? ATLA? Sailor Moon? Etc.?

So... This may not be what you're thinking, but I recently had an AU idea (that I probably won't write but I just want to share). Having recently watched the Wild Robot, I had a thought:

Hegemon Edelgard as Roz

Ok, so the story would have to change a fair bit, but essentially, following the events of Azure Moon, it is revealed that Edelgard survived and escaped into the forests of Adrestia. She's not completely transformed - think her more human form in Heroes - and she has to come to terms with this. This transformation has not only altered her body, but she now has new abilities she needs to learn. On top of trying to survive in the wilderness, she also has to process the fact that everyone she knows and ever cared for is dead.

She's alone, in the wild.

Being half beast allows her to understand the other animals, however none of them are especially welcoming to her at first (and she isn't either). On top of that, she has new instincts she needs to fight and is completely lost on what her new motivation should be. (Which is a problem in itself because Edelgard's primary coping mechanism for all of the trauma she's faced in the past is to double down on a big goal - something to keep her mind occupied so she doesn't run the risk of thinking too hard about just how much her heart actually hurts. The old "if I stop and think about this for more than two seconds I'll go insane" trope.)

Then, through a series of events involving having to defend herself from an angry demonic wolf and haphazardly thrown fireballs, she hits an eagle nest. To her horror, she discovers the family has all died - except for a single egg. To stop herself from becoming completely consumed by guilt, she decides to take care of the egg. It hatches soon after, and taking care of an egg turns into taking care of the chick inside.

She meets other animals and forms bonds with them along the way. A solitary raven she saves from a trap, who decides he is in eternal debt to her. A songbird who offers the most advice in how to raise a baby bird. A stag who is always trying to challenge her at first, until he realizes she makes a better friend than competition. A wolf who teaches her how to properly hunt and fend for herself in the wild. A mouse whose kindness outweighs her terror to show comfort to Edelgard when she was obviously on the verge of a breakdown. A badger who takes it upon himself to fight off any predators who may try to harm them, no matter the size difference. A possum who, despite seeming rather lazy, offers a lot of advice about foraging techniques and building comfortable habitats.

It is revealed that the eagle would have been the runt and likely would have died had nature been allowed to take its course. There is still tension when she learns just how her family died, but she realizes that Edelgard did everything possible to make up for it.

Along the way, Edelgard becomes more and more in tune with her wild side, and starts to learn more about what the Hegemon can really do. She can give herself wings, and she and the eagle learn to fly at the same time. Her claws she once thought monstrous now protect the things she cares about. She incorporates her tail into fighting. She uses magic now - magic that is wilder than anything she learned in school and allows her to feel more in touch with the forest. It isn't long before she feels more at home in the woods than she ever did in civilization, and she is happy to let this life be her new one forever.

Until the Agarthans learn she's still alive.

Dimitri and Byleth might have killed Thales, but a new leader took his place and succeeded in evading the King's attempts to snuff them out. Once the Agarthans learned that one of their most powerful weapons was still alive, they tracked her down and captured her (not without a fight, mind you). It then falls on her animal companions to stage a rescue mission, led by the eagle Edelgard saved, who rallies not just the main animals but many of the forest inhabitants as well.

The Agarthans tried to force Edelgard to obey them, going so far as to push her transformation to what Thales had originally envisioned for the Hegemon Husk (I always thought the Hegie we get in the game was still a transition stage, and that the true form of the Hegemon Husk would be like a twisted version of the Immaculate One - or an approximation of what Sothis' dragon form would look like). The eagle finds her while the others are stalling, and thanks to the Power of Love, snaps Edelgard out of her rage state. She then turns on the Agarthans, and succeeds in wiping them out. However, as she kills the leader, he wheezes out that there will always be more, and they won't stop until they have their weapon.

The animals celebrate their victory, but Edelgard can't get the Agarthan's words out of her head. Their forest home sustained heavy damage in the attack, and a number of animals died. Even amongst her main group, the stag had suffered a close call while charging an enemy mage, the badger broke his leg, and the wolf has a permanent scar across her eye. She makes a decision, then.

King Dimitri is in his castle in Faerghus, busy trying to work out a peace deal between Fódlan and Almyra. Suddenly a guard bursts into his study, stating hurriedly that there's some strange forest witch demanding to see the king. Dimitri, exhausted by paperwork, decides to humour this and heads for the audience chamber.

That's when he comes face to face with a ghost - or maybe demon. She wears an old, torn cloak covered in moss and a dress that looks to have come from the forest floor itself. The tips of golden horns peak through the hood of her cloak. A black eagle sits on her shoulder. She offers a cordial bow, revealing hands armed with obsidian claws. "Dimitri," she says in a voice he has heard countless times in his nightmares, "It has been a long time."

"...Edelgard?" he breathes. Goddess... What has become of her?

Edelgard smiled, revealing a glimpse of her fangs. "I come to you today with a proposition," she stated, "How do you feel about finally ridding the shadows of Fódlan of the wretched snakes that dwell there?"

[courtjesterrr]

Finally decided to start doing the animatic i said id do this summer

might as well start with my favorite part

[kkglinka]

Finally twigged what rwby (+small animal companion) are walking through the field of red plants toward the red prince's castle reminded me of. It's the scene from wizard of oz where Dorothy et all are passing through the field of red flowers (poppies?) toward the wizard's city.

[sumarmz]

Warrior cats but everything's the same except they're anthromorphic animals and have guns now

[partybarty]

I'm sure you have all been wondering, like I have, what species of grass are considered acceptable for grass tennis courts. It appears the type of grass is not mandated, according to Tennis Australia's National Court Surface Policy's description of a grass court is natural grass grown from seed.

Here are some grasses that I propose we make grass courts out of: 1. Blue Fescue Grass – Festuca glauca

2. Windmill Grass – Chloris truncata

3. Snow Grass – Poa sieberiana

4. Zebra grass (Miscanthus sinensis 'Zebrinus')

5. Purple fountain grass (Pennisetum setaceum 'Rubrum')

6. Pink muhly grass (Muhlenbergia capillaris)