#corn rows

[moonfirebrides]

@lafalaisedionn Incarnation de l’Abondance : L’Artéfact Conçu par l’Âme

[scarlett-bitch69]

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[happyartful]

Random but this is like, my favorite genre of black hairstyles. ✨

What would this style even be called? I know it's a type of beaded hairstyle but with unconventional or abnormal "beads". Maybe trinket braids?

I really need to draw some characters inspired by these.

[baeway954]

[pileofeyes]

Go ahead. Walk in.

[the-watcher-in-the-sky]

[valseceleste]

Kyo No Oto Yamabukiiro // Rohrer & Klinger Scabiosa

[geocyclist]

The newest addition to the compost sifter, dubbed the ‘junnel’ by my wife because what I thought was denim turned out to be jegging fabric. The issue I had with my sifter and little wheelbarrow was that I was losing material to the ground while sifting. So a funnel was made! Process under the cut:

It started with about 1.5 yards of 48” fabric I got at a yard sale for a dollar, then drew up a design that would connect four panels to make a rectangular funnel that could be attached to the sifter.

This was my first real sewing project and first sewing pattern that I’ve drafted, so there are definitely mistakes and I made revisions as I went.

After completing the four panels, the corners were sewn together, then a reinforcement was added to each seam. I learned here that sewing is mostly pinning and measuring, with a small amount of sewing in between.

Sewn from the back then flipped to see the top where all the soil and compost will go against.

An arbor press was used along with a harbor freight grommet kit to punch holes in the fabric and install grommets to hang it from the sifter. Side note: this press was salvaged from a pre-demolition job I had many years ago and didn’t have a handle. The carriage bolts that hold road guardrails are the perfect size replacement!

Little hooks were installed all around so the funnel can be hung and removed easily.

Quite a fun project that got me a lot more experience with sewing, from patterning, budgeting fabric/layout, measuring, to pinning and finally sewing. Just in time to plant corn and sift bags of garden soil so it actually spreads.

[bugsforbraincells]

Do it.

[cookie-nom-nom]

[leviathan-supersystem]

thinking about when i was in middle school and i set out to watch the entire children of the corn franchise (at the time 6 movies)

why did i do that none of them are even good

[baeway954]

[theboywithburninghands]

This is something I didn’t expect to write, but it sort of just… Came out of my head. It’s a horror whump (I think that’s the word kids these days are using) piece about Jax’s unusual phobia with a little bit of Funnybunny thrown in because yes. It’s definitely less conventionally cute than the other ones I’ve done so far, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. It’s also heavily inspired by Stephen King

T/W: blood, horror, discussed gore

He Who Walks Behind The Rows

*Jax is by himself in a cornfield. It’s hot out. Uncomfortably so. The sky is cement gray. He’s been here before, and he knows that if he’s here…

then It was here too.*

Jax: …Oh no.

*The husks of corn rustle, from the wind? Please just let it be the wind. The sound, like the rasp of a giant, angry rattlesnake, chills him to his core despite the oppressive heat. …He shouldn’t have said anything, now It could track him*

Jax: I’m leaving. I’ll go now.

*Jax turns tail and runs. It never does any good, but running bought him a few seconds when he wasn’t in It’s grasp. The cornfield seems to laugh at him as it rustles. “Just where do you think you’re going, little rabbit? Don’t you want to stay? Why not rest a while? It’s soooo hot out…”*

Jax: Just stay away from me!

*It was like trying to tell a shark not to eat a bleeding dolphin. There was no slaking It’s thirst. Jax made the mistake of glancing to his right, and he locked eyes with It. Two hateful red eyes as large as beach balls leer back at him from several cornrows away. It didn’t matter how fast he was or how agile he moved, It would catch him. It was like liquid, could easily catch him at any time, but It always liked to watch him run.*

Jax: I don’t see you! You hear me, I don’t see-

*His right foot catches a husk on a nearby stalk and it trips him. The serrated edge of the leaf rips the skin and fur of his foot open, and he tumbles onto the ground with a yelp of pain and fright*

*He grabs for his foot, which now oozed hot blood onto the tightly packed dirt. The pain is muted but somehow unbearable. He feels blood stain his glove, but soon forgets everything about the pain… It appeared in front of him. Jax’s ears pin back against his head*

Rowstalker: …Ghhhhhhh…

*It opens Its leathery mouth to reveal a maw that could fit a bus, filthy brown and reeking of moldy corncobs. Jagged, shattered-glass teeth protrude from random spots, cracked with blight and oozing bacteria-ridden drool.*

Rowstalker: Chhhrrrrr….

Jax: Get away! GET AWAY FROM ME!

*A whiplike tongue snags Jax’s right ankle, dragging him towards It’s mouth. Jax pitifully claws at the dirt, wildly grasping around for purchase and finding none. He lets out a whimper and looks down at his ankle, his red blood staining It’s rotten green tongue-*

*…Red?*

*He didn’t bleed red anymore! This wasn’t real! He was-!*

Jax: AGGH!

*Jax shoots awake in bed, throwing the blanket off his chest. He feels the wash of relief that comes with waking from a nightmare. He takes several deep and gasping breaths, taking the blanket off his right foot. It’s unharmed. He collapses onto his pillow*

Jax: Gimme a break… I just got hot under the blanket again…

Pomni: J-Jax..?

Jax: POMNI! *he shoots back up in bed. Pomni is standing not too far away in his room, clutching her left arm with her right hand. She jolts when he jolts* You- How’d you get in my room?!

Pomni: You… left the door unlocked. I wanted to say goodnight… *steps a little bit closer* Are you okay..?

Jax: Huh? Yeah, I’m fine! Fit as a fiddle!

Pomni: Your hands are shaking… *it takes her a second to work herself up, but she takes one of his hands. It is indeed trembling*

Jax: *sigh, eyeroll* I had a nightmare, okay? Happens sometimes when I get too hot.

Pomni: Do you want to talk about it..?

Jax: Nope. G’night. *he lets go of her hand and rolls over, pulling the covers up to just his waist this time.*

Pomni: *she hovers her hand out for a second before putting it back down at her side* Y-Yeah. Goodnight, Jax. *she puts her hand down and heads for the door* Don’t forget the lock.

Jax: …Do you get them too?

Pomni: Huh? Get what?

Jax: Nothing. Forget it.

Pomni: …Nightmares? Sure. I mean, who doesn’t..? I still get dreams that I haven’t turned in a big assignment or I’m driving with no steering wheel-

Jax: That’s not what I’m talkin’ about. *he rolls over* Those are just stress dreams. Baby stuff. I’m talkin’ about nightmares that make you never want to sleep again. Things so horrible you wouldn’t wish it on your worst enemy.

Pomni: Yeah, maybe once or twice. Technically we’re living in one. *tiny, nervous smile*

Jax: *smirk* Heh. Yeah. I don’t know if I had them back in… you know, the real world. But they got bad here. If I’m not dreaming about… *he looks at Pomni* …I prolly shouldn’t tell you, actually. It’s… no fun.

Pomni: *Although she’s a bit surprised by her own confidence, she climbs up onto Jax’s bed and sits on the end, looking at him with a delicate smile* Try me.

Jax: …You’re sitting on my bed.

Pomni: *talking over a laugh* Do-Don’t change the subject! Tell me about your nightmares.

Jax: Why do you care..?

Pomni: Because… Because I care about you… *blushes*

Jax: *also blushes a faint pink-purple* Uh… *swallows* Okay, fine, but if you get creeped out, it’s on you. …Usually I’m in a cornfield. Sometimes a house or a barn. And something is after me. I don’t really have a good name for It… so I just call It The Rowstalker. Since it… stalks. The rows. Of corn.

Pomni: What does it look like?

Jax: It’s hard to explain. It’s taken a bunch of different shapes… usually it’s got big red eyes and giant, messed up teeth. But I’ve seen it fly, or swim, or dig…

Pomni: Does it hurt you?

Jax: Yeah. Bad. Sometimes it gnaws my head off then drinks the blood out of my neck… sometimes it eats me from the feet up, slowly. Sometimes it starts with just one arm, and…

*Jax feels his entire body shiver, and his ears pin back. Pomni holds one of his hands and he squeezes it in return. It’s humiliating, sure… but it does feel good to actually tell somebody about this.*

Pomni: …I’m sorry. That sounds horrible. I uh… I wish I had advice…

Jax: Nah. You don’t need to give any… Can you do one thing for me, though..?

Pomni: Yeah.

Jax: Don’t tell anyone, okay? If this ever gets around to Caine… he could make it real.

Pomni: Why would Caine…-

Jax: Maybe for Halloween, or a haunted house or something… if he ever made it real, I think I’d…

*Pomni hugs him. It’s… a gradual and awkward affair, given Pomni’s discomfort with touch, but she gets there eventually. Jax sighs, but he hugs her back. The bells on her coxcomb hat jingle softly.*

Pomni: Is this okay?

Jax: Yeah. Yeah, this is okay…

[asnowdriftsomewhere]

Im rewriting my first ACoTaR fanfic, and I'm describing Tarquin's fit and....

"He wore a loose fitting top, the same color as the ribbon in his hair, made of a sheer cotton like material that fell to just above his navel. The hem of which was embroidered with golden thread to look like waves crashing against the surf. The image was also engraved upon the golden cuffs he wore around his wrists. His pant, loose and billowy, the color of summer clouds, hung low around his waist as if inviting the eye to look lower."

[chilling-seavey]

My shuffle is hitting today

Making me want to take over the aux in George's pretty white convertible and play That's My Kind of Night by Luke Bryan a little too loud for the people of Monaco to really appreciate it - and tbh George might not appreciate it either but I would take it upon myself to try and get him into some good music

[angelstrawbabie420]

whydo i keep having dreams of meeting snoop dogg 😭