#Watery

[thatoccultist]

Watery

[velvetjune]

Discovering Watery’s Lighthouse | The Koskela Brothers’ Last Resort

[imsmallfry]

its the same picture

[bat-p0sting]

wet beast wednesdayyg.....

[autisticwriterblog]

[warmpeachxo]

Not a care in the world

[jackdaw316]

Mocha Moose is such a cutie. I want to make one.

[koskela-knights]

I’ve been thinking about Watery and the Cult and like this idea of class solidarity there.

I love the scene in Spiderman (2 I think?) where Peter’s identity is revealed in the train and the working class of NY see him and decide to keep his identity a secret. There’s a scene (in another spiderman movie?) where the construction workers help Spidey cross the distance with their cranes after he got injured.

I feel people in Watery know each other pretty well. Ofc, everyone knows the Koskelas. I assume all Kalevela Knights MC members are part of the Cult or at least know and are chill about it. It’s stated in the FBC files that the cult seems to use common tools. Ilmo tells Saga that some people always knew about the dangers of the lake.

So I like the idea that the Watery residents (or at least some) know who is in the Cult and who runs it. But out of solidarity, they keep quiet and maybe they even find their own ways to cover up for them. Ilmo and Jaakko are both still working class members, raised in a community of the working class. So yeah there’s a shared struggle and understanding and respect I think. Plus, it’s the Koskelas who try to bring Watery back alive + they literally try protect the town and even Bright Falls whose residents (affected by the Darkness or not) seem to have a less positive attitude toward the Koskelas. So yeah I just enjoy the idea of solidarity among the town and them trying to keep an eye out on each other and protecting the Koskelas’ identity as the Cult leaders.

[cloudsjulett]

[the-amazing-sun]

*a Portal opens up, oh..here they are*

Ugh...

What the f[!#$¿]!?

Where are we..?

[entropicquilibriumofchaos]

Fourth Annual Cauldron Lake Ice Hockey Tournament

In the thrilling conclusion to the Fourth Annual Cauldron Lake Ice Hockey Tournament, (sponsored by Coffee World and the Bright Falls Council for Outdoor Recreation), the Oh Deer Diner Deer, led by team captain Rose "the Brute" Marigold, face the reigning champions, the Kalevala Knights, led by team captain Ilmo "the Grinder" Koskela. Which team will rise to the occasion and which will sink beneath the black water of Cauldron Lake?

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“Alright team!” Ilmo shouted over the rumble of idle chatter. 

All of the heads turned to him as he stood in the doorway of the heating tent. His stance commanded attention; legs spread to keep his balance on the skates on his feet and his arm out to the side, holding an old hockey stick that looked like it had seen better days. He had a look of steely confidence that seemed at home on his features. 

“Last game of the night, last game of the tournament,” he started, walking into the tent to conserve heat. “It's us versus the Oh Deer Diner Deer once again.”

A quiet murmur filled the tent as the team made their comments about their rivals. Ilmo put a hand up, silencing them effectively.

“You may have heard that Bright Falls has a goalie that has been dominating this year. The rumors are true, the new Sheriff, Tim Breaker, is helping out the Deer this year. And yes, he played semi-professional hockey. But, he’s got nothing on Jaakko.”

A few cheers sounded and Jaakko was shoved from side to side in his goalie gear. A small smile appeared on his face as he pushed his teammates back playfully.

“Okay starting line up time:” Ilmo announced, and all the heads popped up. “Jones, ya ready?”

A middle-aged man with grizzled features nodded sharply.

“Good, ‘cause you’re going!” Ilmo shouted, and the team gave a grunt. “Charlie, ya ready?”

Among the older denizens of Watery, a teenaged boy popped his head up. The black and yellow hockey gear he sported seemed to almost drowned him. Nonetheless he raised a fist, “Down with the Deer!”

The team cheered in agreement.

“Good, ‘cause you’re going!” Ilmo repeated. “WIlliams, ya ready?”

Another player grunted, leading the team in cheers. 

“Good, ‘cause you’re going!” he said, before locking eyes with his brother. The two of them stared each other down with fire in their eyes before Ilmo spoke up. “Jaakko, ya ready?”

“You know it, brother,” he replied, “Let’s kick some Bright Falls ass, boys.”

Ilmo belted out one last “Good, ‘cause you’re going!” and the tent erupted into shouts as the team stood up and donned the rest of their gear. 

Meeting in the middle of the tent, over the propane heater, all of the team members put their hands in a circle. 

“Knights on three,” Ilmo instructed, “Yksi, kaksi, kolme:”

The team shouted, “Knights!” in unison before filing out of the tent.

Ilmo made his way to the back of the tent to his brother, who was buckling his mask to his helmet. Jaakko smiled at his brother and grabbed the back of his head and brought their helmets together with an audible clash.

“Go get ‘em, veli.” Jaakko encouraged, making Ilmo smile widely.

The brothers tottered on their skates out of the heated tent and onto the ice of Cauldron Lake. A good-sized rink had been cleared of snow and benches had been hauled out for spectators to watch. Under a tent on the opposite side of the rink, a table with chairs behind and on either side served as the penalty boxes and score-keeper’s table. Behind the table, in a heavy fur lined coat was Ahti, nursing a coffee and leaning against a shovel. Next to him was Rose Marigold, teetering back and forth on her skates. Her team was warming up on the ice as the Knights joined on the opposite side.

Jaakko broke from Ilmo and joined the rest of the team and the captain skated over to the tent. He came to an abrupt stop in front of Rose, sending a flurry of snow at her calves. She just rolled her eyes. 

Ahti just chuckled and shook his head. “Pluck your chickens elsewhere, lapset. Wouldn’t want a repeat of last year, ei?”

Last year’s tournament flashed vividly in Ilmo’s mind. His back still hurt from where Rose had body checked him hard enough to send him into the snowbank. But getting her back with a slapshot between her skates had been payback enough. However, the two didn’t speak for a month afterwards.

“The Deer are committed to sportsmanlike conduct this year, Ahti. No trouble from us.” Rose boasted, leaning against her hockey stick. 

Ilmo rolled his eyes. “Knights are known for their chivalry, you know.”

Rose scowled. “Oh shove your chivalry up your ass, Koskela,” she mocked.

Ahti laughed heartily, throwing his head back. “Ah, ten for the attempt.”

The two players shoved off of the ice towards their respective teams. It was sure to be a close game.

[velvetjune]

[sneeb-canons]

mind HATES watermelons. absolutely despises them. for no reason too!! he just don't like 'em.

Headcanon #97

[autisticwriterblog]

Watery's sauna

[manicpixiedepressedwitch]

[julialundgren]

3rd zodiac moth to go is pisces. Would you know it, I'm a pisces! Supposedly the artsy & emotional sign, pretty spot on I suppose....