#treefall

[littletreats]

fallen tree fishing hole

maryland, usa | september 2024

ilford sprite 35-ii | kodak ultramax 400

[nuanimistdatabase]

Weathered

[cinderellaenjoyer]

Ella for like 14 years of her life

[hopefulcollectorcloudblog]

[sharivers92]

I'm playing annihilation indie game on atari vcs 800 i want to share this new video i made this everyone enjoy!

[meicolshyne]

Me N My Big Dog Dropping A Leaning Alder

[theanoninyourinbox]

From the smash hit Pokecats, the newest book Hey Armadillopaw! has the titular Armadillopaw given the choice of a new mentor after his last mentor left for the elder's den. Will he choose the adaptable Eve, the mellow Mistripple, the temperamental Flametuft, the energetic (and half blind) Sparkflight, the mystic seer Sunflight, the morbid Moonshadow, the nurturing healer Treefall, the chill Frostpoint, or the vivacious Pinkheart?

(Pokecats based on my old art, which was based on clangen cats made by @dayz-ina-daze)

[ask-gamtavkar]

whats the dang quadrants

FINALLY *SOMEONE* IS ASKING SOME DECENT QUESTIONS HERE. QUADRANTS ARE BASICALLY THE CORE OF SOCIETY, THE FLUID RUSHING THROUGH THE PUSHERS OF ALL TROLLS ACROSS THE ENTIRETY OF PARADOX SPACE. CONCUPISCENT, CONCILIATORY, RED AND BLACK. ALL THESE DIFFERENT CATEGORIES OVERLAP INTO THE FOUR DISTINCT RELATIONSHIP TYPES WE TROLLS FUNCTION WITH.

FIRST WE HAVE CONCILIATORY REDROM, MOIRAILEGENCE, WHERE YOU FIND SOMEONE SO ABSOLUTELY PATHETIC THAT YOU CAN'T HELP BUT WANT TO FIX THEIR INSURMOUNTABLE SHITHEAP OF ISSUES. NOW, THIS PART IS SOMETIMES OVERLOOKED, BUT MUTUAL PITY IS IMPORTANT TO NOT HAVE AN UNBALANCED RELATIONSHIP. IF ONE PARTNER IS DOING ALL THE PACIFYING FOR ONE PARTICULARLY PAN-BOGGLINGLY PITIFUL TROLL, IT WILL EVENTUALLY END UP IN DISASTER. MOIRAILEGENCE IS BASICALLY WHAT KEEPS SOCIETY FROM CRUMBLING UNDER THE WEIGHT OF THE FUCKING MOUNTAIN SIZED PILE OF PAN-DEAD IDIOTS THAT LITTER THE UNIVERSE.

NEXT IS CONCUPISCENT REDROM, MATESPRITSHIP. THE EASIEST QUADRANT FOR YOU HUMANS TO UNDERSTAND FOR SOME GODDAMN REASON. IT'S WHERE SOMEONES PITY CONTORTS LIKE THE FUCKING THING FROM THAT HUMAN MOVIE THE THING INTO SOME SORT OF MATING FONDNESS. PHYSICAL OR EMOTIONAL ATTRACTION WILL END UP TURNING INTO PITY, WHICH IS THE FOUNDATION OF REDROM. BUT OF COURSE IT'S NOT CONCILIATORY SO THE GOAL ISN'T TO MANAGE SOMEONE'S SAD, PATHETIC, CRUMBLING LIFE BUT INSTEAD TRY TO JAM YOURSELF INTO THAT LIFE LIKE A CUBIC BLOCK CARVING INTO A ROUND TREEFALL-HOLE.

NOW TO CONCUPISCENT BLACKROM. KISMESISTUDE IS OFTEN THE MOST MISUNDERSTOOD AND UNSTABLE QUADRANT, BUT THAT JUST COMES WITH THE TERRITORY. A BOND OF PURE UNFETTERED HATE IS RARE, BUT TROLLS MAKE DUE WITH WHATEVER HALF-BAKED RIVALRIES THEY CAN MANAGE. IMAGINE SOMEONE YOU DESPISE SO MUCH YOU JUST CAN'T STAND THE THOUGHT OF NOT BEING BETTER THAN THEM AND SHOVING IT IN THEIR UGLY WASTE-EATING FACE, AND YOU HAVE THE GIST OF IT. OBVIOUSLY IN REAL LIFE IT'S MORE COMPLICATED THAN THAT BUT I CAN'T JUST OVERLOAD YOUR SLOW MAMMALIAN PANS WITH TOO MUCH KNOWLEDGE AT ONCE.

AND ON TO CONCILIATORY BLACKROM, AUSPISTICISM. THE ONLY REASON EVERY TROLL HASN'T CULLED EACH OTHER OVER WHO OWNS MORE TROLL POGS. AN AUSPICES JOB IS TO GET SO FED UP WITH A COUPLE OF TROLLS SQUAWKING AT EACH OTHER LIKE LARGE BEAKED WATERFOWL ARGUING OVER A BIG JUICY TROUT THAT THEY STEP IN AND BREAK UP THAT FEUD BEFORE IT CAN BLOSSOM INTO A KISMESISTUDE. SINCE TROLLS ARE SO FUCKING STUPID, A LOT OF ARGUMENTS HAPPEN. ALL OF THE TIME. CONSTANTLY. SO WE NEED SOME WAY TO STOP THE DOZENS AND DOZENS OF NON-ROMANTIC RIVALRIES FROM BLOSSOMING INTO CHAOTIC FESTERING PLAGUE CLOUDS OF ASTATIC HATE. THAT CAN ONLY LEAD TO SOMEONE GETTING HURT, AND NOT IN THE FUNNY WAY.

HONESTLY I'M KIND OF A GENIUS AT THIS STUFF AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE DON'T ASK ME ABOUT IT MORE. EVERYONE AROUND ME IS JUST SO ROMANTICALLY INCOMPETENT THEY PROBABLY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START. I MEAN, AT LEAST GAMZEE CAN COMPREHEND THE IDEA AND EVEN ACT AS A DECENT MOIRAIL WHEN HE'S NOT FUCKING FONDLING HIS HORNS OR WHATEVER. TAVROS IS JUST A LOST CAUSE.

[th-compl-x]

Sethos!

Have a photo of your love as bribery for an intro ^^

So, to explain Sethos, I feel like there needs to be a form of "disclaimer" first.

Those who reside within the version of Teyvat within my System have their own version of canon events that my version of Aether sort of "cultivated" by hand. He didn't agree with how Scaramouche was treated, so he changed things around in a way that felt more satisfactory. (Also, there was no Paimon 👍👍)

So! To make a long story short(er), these were the main changes:

Aether caught Scaramouche when he fell

He left Scaramouche with Tighnari in Gandharva Ville instead of with the turnip in Sumeru City

Scaramouche ended up returning to Gandharva Ville after he earned his Anemo Vision and was working with Tighnari as a search & rescue unit, primarily saving people from natural events (like landslides, treefalls, etc.) and Withering Zones

He would also occasionally pick up difficult to reach plant and wildlife samples for him, too

And, most importantly, he and Tighnari became close enough to see each other as a form of Father and Son, though - being who they are - neither has ever said so out loud (except once)

Oh yeah, and Teyvat accidentally grew Scaramouche a twin sister out of a Leyline... whoops! 🤷‍♀️

At this point, you might be wondering why any of this has anything to do with Sethos. Well, I'll tell ya—

Scaramouche is my everything.

From the moment I first locked eyes on him, I knew I was meant for him. He was sitting atop the branches, just outside the Akademiya, with the afternoon sun dancing through the leaves and across his porcelain skin.

He was the most breath-taking thing I'd ever seen, from his dark amethyst hair to his elegant, draping legs... He was my god's challenger. Hermanubis himself could not hope to compare to the sheer magnetism he had upon me, and I didn't desire to challenge that.

I didn't just "want him", either. I wanted him in a way that broke my heart, that twisted it until it splintered! And I didn't "want him" at all, in the traditional sense. I wanted to be his.

I wanted to give my everything to him.

Now, ha! Don't get me wrong here, I'm no pushover! I don't bend my knee to just anyone, and I hold myself with the pride of one of Hermanubis' chosen! He gave me a part of his soul for a REASON, and I am not one to take that lightly! But Scaramouche?

Scaramouche blows away my raging storm with a kiss and a laugh. He glides past me, tilts his hat, and I feel my heart and soul grow wings to keep up! Though, let's be honest here, I don't need those to keep up with him. Oh, no! I'm fast enough! And I think that's part of why I charm him so much, haha

But when I see my glittering honey lotus, the rest of the world just... melts away. He's the only thing I need to breathe, and feel, and love.

Now, this isn't to say I belittle his past's importance in my perception of him, NO! He was a demonic form coasting the lines of wickedness without a single obstacle! He razed towns, killed hundreds - if not thousands! - but listening to his stories I could only ever end on one, titular thought...

"Who made you bleed so deeply you had to try and push the blood of others up, into your veins to make up for the losses?"

Who in all of this world would I have to skin with my teeth to make up for all your pain?

He was hurting, a wounded feral lion backed against the sandstone canyons, and would kill anyone to get away from it all. My arms have been his safe haven for so much less than that... and I was persistent.

In the beginning, he ignored me and left me behind, but I didn't mind it. The desert is just as cold as it is hot, and BOY was he hot! Haha! But the sandstorm's grit against my skin was a serration I was used to. The frigid night always breaks into a beautiful dawn over the oasis of my life, my hands dipping gently into his water's surface as to not ripple his delicate trust, drinking deep his time spent with me and savoring every drop... Even the cooling drift of his rivers down my neck were enough to satiate me.

I loved him with every ounce of my being until he wept against my shoulder and begged me not to stop.

Whatever he was willing to give, I would handle with respect. He is my pristine pool. A gem of nature's bounty worth more than any diamond of the dunes! And when I finally earned the right to touch his lips to mine, I was so ecstatic, I felt my hair stand on end! My fingers against his synthetic wrist, tracing lines of his ivory curves... We sunk into the evening light.

From then on, he's called me every name under the scorching sun: Irritating, annoyance, easy, brat, etc. I smile through it all and know that he's only saying it because he can't handle my bleeding heart for him without a hit of salt to the wounds.

I still adore his scratches in my skin.

It hurts.

I savor the pain with my teeth in my lower lip.

And, eventually, he fell for my rugged charms and sparkling green eyes, said "yes", and we were married at Pardis Dhyai, my beloved making a long walk to the gazebo where we and our family (Cyno, Tighnari, Kaveh, & Alhaitham) would meet to drink and laugh and talk about our days in the city, but where I was standing, instead, that day... waiting for him.

He was - in all honesty - just as breath-taking as the first day I saw him in those treetops: Dressed in traditional Inazuman wedding attire, hands and feet painted in henna by Kaveh, Tighnari, and his sister Makoto, draped in the shabka I'd given to him as a sign of my priceless affections, and holding a crimson umbrella over his head to ward away bad omens.

Though, how any bad omens could take hold on such a perfect day, I wouldn't know...

I cried. I won't bother lying, haha! And we had a wedding that mixed my culture and his into one, drinking sake from three saucers, then music and dance bursting out from the attending guests once the blessings from the Temple of Silence and signing of our contract had been complete! The entire ceremony was so full of life, even my bitter lotus was smiling and dancing until the stars shone above our souls, and we fell asleep in peaceful bliss, bodies bound together.

We are... everything, to each other.

I would do anything for him. He is my light, my guiding star, my sweet honey, and our souls are reflections of each other's hardships. I kiss his dismembered limbs and puzzle gently back together the pieces of his missing heart, and he paints gold into my scars to mend me.

He allows it no other way.

I love him, through and through. Nothing will ever change that for me.

Carved into my desert soul, I swear it.

— Sethos

[ladyzee-oddityhunter]

((cw: death, death by crushing ))

The following event took place offscreen on 5/5/2025

Treefall

It was raining hard, and it was only getting worse as she trudged along the path, sheets of water hammering against her back and the plastic of her raincoat slapping against her face. She’d met a traveling companion upon reaching the forest, a young woman with a sweet, heart shaped face, and chestnut brown hair tied into two braided buns at the nape of her neck.

“Nice hair, Pinkiepie!”

“Oh! Hello there! I’m Zee!”

“Zee! Nice! I’m Nina. If you’re going this way, wanna walk together?” 

“That would be lovely!”

And that had been that. They had chatted about their favorite TV shows, My Little Ponyta and Haunter’s Haunted Run, and how much butter made the perfect slice of toast. Zee was in favor of sodden with butter while Nina liked it crispy. 

Rain had started as they passed under the first boughs of the forest, and it had continued to intensify as the sun burned lower in the sky as they traveled east. Before long, sheets of cold water were slamming down on their backs, and the wind whipped the plastic of their raincoats around their legs and faces like the twisting of angry snakes.

“It’s not much farther!” Nina insisted, taking the lead as they approached the looming greenish-grey form of a hill flanked by hollow tree stumps.

As they ascended the hill, a pale figure crested the top and waved down at them.

“Go back!” He called.

The two women came to a stop halfway up.

“Pardon?” Zee asked, frustrated as her thoughts of a warm, dry hotel room just ahead were momentarily, and somewhat rudely, interrupted.

“A tree fell in the path ahead,” The man said, “You should take the long way.

He was pale, sickly so, and positively soaked to the bone. His dark hair was matted like ink stains against his moon white forehead. He was breathing heavily, raspy, and hunching at the shoulders with every exhale as if he’d just sprinted up his side of the hill. His boots lacked the caking of mud the women’s had, and he wore no raincoat, just slacks and a dark shirt. He was overall rather plain. He glanced at his watch, and Zee noted the long crack running across the wide white face as his most interesting feature.

“Just a tree?” Zee asked, incredulous. 

“Go back to the bridge,” The man said, pointing back down the long, muddy, unappealing path they’d just trod in the rain, “And take the other way around tomorrow.”

Zee opened her mouth to speak, but Nina cut in.

“No way, man! We only have to go a bit farther this way. Are we supposed to go all the way back to Castelia right now?”

“A tree fell in the path ahead,” The man said, his voice sinking as if facing a losing fight. 

“How big of a tree?” Nina asked.

He checked his broken watch, and the question was met with silence. Nina smiled triumphantly to Zee, interpreting the silence as an admission of defeat. She marched ahead, the muddy ground slurping at her boots as she climbed the hill.

“Never trust a weirdo in the woods, am I right?” She asked. When Zee didn’t reply or immediately move to follow her, Nina stopped and turned back, now looking down at her from the slope.

“What, you’re not really gonna listen to that guy, are you? C’mon, my palpitoad’s got swift swim. Makes getting through the rain in a jiffy no prob!”

“I have a bad feeling,” Zee began, and she looked up the hill again only to find rain and darkness where the man had been standing. Perhaps he’d snuck past her under the cover of the rain and was heading back to Castelia as he’d suggested they do.

“It’s just a tree, girl. If you don’t wanna leave the path, I’ll help you climb over it. And I’ve got waterproof flashlights if we’ve gotta go around.”

Normally, she would have agreed. What was a tree in a muddy path? She’d faced horror after horror: Falls from incredible heights, ghosts clawing their way inside her head, and nihilego venom coursing through her veins like acid. Despite it all, as she looked to the top of that hill, dread roiled in her stomach like a pebble being tossed about in a laundry machine. Something was wrong here. 

Her intuition had kept her alive through each and every danger she faced, whether she found it or it found her. And right now her intuition was saying no.

It was the only voice she consistently listened to.

Her hand slipped into her pocket and squeezed the old coin she kept there. She focused on the bite of its scoured edges in her palm to help focus her scattering mind. The forest was getting dark. The top of the hill was exactly that, the top of a hill, yet something about it seemed disgustingly tantalizing. A few more broad strides and she’d be at the top. Then she’d be able to *see*. 

She felt herself sway forward before stopping and giving her coin another firm squeeze, focusing on the feeling of it biting into her palm instead of the sickness in her stomach and the craving in her heart.

“Actually sweetie, I think we should go back,” Zee said, taking a stiff but decisive step backward and down.

“I’m gonna keep going. It’s gonna be dark soon, and we’re almost there,” Nina said as she took a few decisive steps of her own up the hill.

When Zee turned around to leave, Nina called after her.

“You’ll be walking back in the rain and in the dark. That’s actually pretty dangerous!”

Courtesy urged Zee to turn around, to nod and acknowledge yes she understood the danger. But that gentle tug, that promise of discovery pulled on her, and she knew if she turned around for even a moment her legs would carry her off in the wrong direction.

So without another word, she left. As promised, the orangish grey dusk melted into inky night, and she trudged all the way back through the dark and the rain to the forest’s edge. 

She camped, and she waited for sunrise.

.

.

.

She was back on the path bright and early the next day. Watery grey sunlight spilled between the branches above, and the rich smell of wet leaf litter and petrichor filled her nose, invigorating her. It was a gorgeous morning.

She listened to the gentle sounds of raindrops falling from trees, the delicate drip, drip-drip, drip as they slid from the tips of leaves into the litter below. The sunlight kissed her cheeks a warm good morning, and the first slivers of the sun’s true might stung her eyes. The cold, wet air gilded her skin with goosebumps. She savored the spongy feeling of the earth beneath her boots as marched along.

She was making good time without the oppression of rain and whipping plastic to slow her. As the sun crept over the horizon to shed the first buttery rays through the forest canopy, she reached the fallen tree.

There was only one tree laying across the path as far as she could tell. She was so near the other side of the forest she would certainly see any others, and she hadn’t passed any more on her way here.

Who had that man with the broken watch been, she wondered as she lowered her head and slowly approached the tree. Where had he disappeared to?

She took out her phone and dialed for the rangers. While the line was ringing, she knelt beside the mass of wood and the crumpled tangle of plastic caught beneath it. Deep breaths, inhale for six seconds, exhale for six. She had to keep herself steady, to keep herself grounded in this moment. She forced herself to look at the bindings of plastic and the matting of wet, chestnut brown hair pinned quietly beneath the weight of the fallen tree.

A tree had fallen in the path last night.

[proton-wobbler]

Warbler Showdown pt 3; Bracket 2, Poll 2

American Redstart (Setophaga ruticilla)

IUCN Rating: Least Concern

Range: quite extensive; breeds throughout most of Canada and the northern states, then migrates through the central and Eastern states before overwintering in the Caribbean, and from southern Mexico to northern South America (Ecuador to eastern Venezuela).

Habitat: moist, deciduous, second-growth woodlands with abundant shrubs, as well as thickets found in treefall gaps of old-growth forests. Sometimes classified as a "forest generalist", especially with their diverse overwinter habitats, with habitat depending more on the specific local of the population.

Subspecies: none

Yellow Warbler (Setophaga petechia)

IUCN Rating: Least Concern

Range: almost the entire continent of North America, save the locals of Nunavut, northern Quebec, and Greenland. Only migrates through the southern US states, and overwinters from southern Mexico all the way to Northern Brazil.

Habitat: breeds in wet, deciduous thicket, especially those with willows. While overwintering, uses a variety of wooded and scrubby habitats, as well as mangroves.

Subspecies: 9*; Mangrove Warbler could be split out as its own species

Image Sources: AMRE (Matt Felperin); YEWA (Tom Murray)

[littletreats]

fallen tree fishing hole (b&w)

maryland, usa | september 2024

ilford sprite 35-ii | ilford hp5

[birdstudies]

October 11, 2023 - Peruvian Warbling-Antbird (Hypocnemis peruviana) Found in parts of Bolivia, Brazil, Ecuador, and Peru, these antbirds live in and around forests, often near water. The specifics of their diet are unknown but they probably eat insects and spiders, often following army ant swarms. Little is known about their nesting habits though they may breed between April and December. One of their nests was found in late June hanging from a forked twig near a treefall gap. Females lay clutches of two eggs.

[cinderellaenjoyer]

Isemay Albany

'Morally Not Great Royal Advisor' is a job women should get to do too, actually. So I present to you: Isemay Albany, The Royal Advisor of Treefall

Isemay has been with the Royal Family since Elias and Pearl were young. Her interests lie in what she thinks is best for the Kingdom, which often conflict with what may actually be best or with people's actual feelings. I heavily based her personality on the Royal Steward from Into The Woods, as often the actions she takes hurts people

[clovercoin]

Kitty Cat Rumble

So many kitties... here we go? Lavendersky

Female Young adult Gentle warrior, prefers to talk things out rather than fight. Lovesick most of the time, a new cat every moon it seems.

Bumblefang

Male Warrior Strong elder Friends keep encouraging him to retire to the elders. But he wants to train at least two more warriors before he takes his place in the elders.

Ratcry

Male Young Adult Warrior Has always been a chatty thing. Warriors have complained about his squeaking since he could suckle.

Deersong

Female Warrior Beautiful and strong, but her tail got snapped clean off by a badger as an apprentice. Ever since her balance while climbing, running, and jumping has been affected. Still she doesn't give up. One of the fastest warriors even if she crashes occasionally.

Treefall

Male Warrior Three legs but very healthy! Was born without a front leg. Little bit of struggle to climb trees but can do it. A bit shy and reserved in nature, but with good friends he opens up.

Firesight

Female Medicine Cat Can see visions in fire while awake. Loves kits more than anything.

AJD . ART

[nicol--bolas]

i can't remember what i did at pride a week ago but i can remember hatching from an egg with my twin and plummeting into trees and getting stuck under the treefall eons ago in another realm