#lake lore

[fortunatefires]

i forgot to post my trans rights readathon list!

I'll post another of all the books I finish when the week is up

[ashlerfinnstro]

The lore of the lake

Based off of the novel

lakelore

by Anna-marie mclemore

[storyteller-aprendiz]

Andrés gender forecast is that specific shade of blue you feel when the parasitic demon living inside of you leaves.

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today's disabled character of the day is Lore Garcia from Lake Lore, who has dyslexia

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Cover of the book Lake Lore. It features two figures standing in rainbow colored water. one is facing the viewer and one facing away from the viewer and looking towards the sunset. The figure facing the viewer has short brown hair and brown eyes. They are wearing a yellow hoodie. The figure facing away has long brown hair and wearing a green shirt.]

[break-me-open]

Realized earlier that I had not been in a body of water with proper waves in years. Remedied that today, went a little wild spinning and jumping while going farther out (and also thinking about death, but it's okay because it was a Taylor Swift reference), but I have always fished this lake for metaphor and I asked for help as soon as I started struggling, so this is a positive. Continued playing around in the waves until my knee started to feel tired, now watching friends continue to frolic in the sun and crashing water.

[hobnob-moth]

Wait… aren’t directors usually supposed to be the silent voice in stories? -Jesse

Oh, tons of directors are in their own work. Hitchcock, Harold Ramis, Mel Brooks, M Night. Shyamalan, Uhh ███ ████. -Emily

Who? -Jesse

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Had a silly idea pop into my head when I heard the dlc for Alan Wake 2 would have Jesse in it, and the idea kept tormenting me enough to finish this drawing. I wanted to work in something with The Director vs a director, but wasn’t able to make it concise enough to fit sadly.

[dulceswans]

Apparently my OC x canon ship pisses people off so I’m going to post them more :)

They are t4t !!

[just-somedude]

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[nattravn-art]

"Eyes blinded by the fog cannot see the truth."

[axelein]

Do you think Rose was part of the Albert Hate Club or do Frank and Leonard would have to wait for her to leave the room to start talking shit about him bc I can just imagine the absolutely rambunctious stories they had to tell about him

[fortunatefires]

Last day of the trans rights readathon and I wanted to share my reads

[its-wabby-stuff]

By the Side of the Black Lake

I can’t remember how I found the lake, or when. But it was instantly mesmerizing.

The surface lay completely still, bordered by rocks on the east side and a glassy beach of soft sand on the west. There were no waves, no tide, I wasn’t even sure if it was water.

Just a black ink that spread out, shaped by the land, completely opaque. It didn’t feel natural, but it looked beautiful.

I could sit on the lake side for hours, just admiring it and it’s intensity. I wouldn’t dare to touch it. Things this peculiar in nature always came with some horrific price. A temperature hot enough to boil you alive, or completely melt the flesh off bones. (Like the sulphur springs in Yellowstone, except this didn’t smell of rotting eggs).

Things had been dropped into the lake before, but the surface was so dark, you would never be able to tell what happened to it. It would just disappear into the darkness. Things could float on the surface but the patterns never matched any typical current, it moved at its own leisure, as if the lake was playing with it. But just like everything else, it would eventually sink into the depths.

Sometimes things would wash up on shore, bones of birds and animals that had tried to swim. Unsettling to say the least.

Some believed the lake was cursed, but I was never one to believe in magic. Still, it was hard to shake that the lake felt- alive. It could feel happy and sad and angry, and the environment and the surface of the lake acted on these. Unpredictable as ever.

I was afraid. There were so many uncertainties visiting a lake like this. But it was practically impossible to ignore the strange comfort I got staring into the darkness, pondering its depths, and admiring its beauty.

Curiosity’s temptation always calls until it receives an answer.

I found myself visiting more and more frequently, and spending more and more time amongst the quiet solitude of the lake, although I never felt alone. It became a habit to visit the lake everyday. I’d bring a blanket and set up atop one of the rocks that presented the best view. I’d sketch, read, nap. I’d watch people come by with their own stories. They’d leave things for the lake. Throw things into the lake. Walk around the border. I’d hum and sing and whisper conversations to myself. It felt like someone was listening, and conversations with myself and some distant party became common.

I wanted to share ideas and stories and life, until speaking out loud became less to help myself understand and more for someone else to listen to.

I was always so careful to clean up after myself. Not leave anything behind. I didn’t want to upse- I didn’t want to lose something I might regret letting go of. But I guess I was distracted, lost in my head, and I forgot.

I only realized that I had when I went to visit the lake the next day. It was missing. I must’ve left it behind. I looked everywhere for it. Even places I had never actually visited by the lakeside. I searched and searched til the sun started to set.

I didn’t know what to do. Perhaps the lake had- no that’s impossible. The lake couldn’t have taken it. It’s up on the rocks. So someone else- but there was no one else around. I couldn’t have lost it.

Even if it didn’t have much monetary value, I had spent weeks by the lake side using it, and it didn’t feel right to not have it. I can’t believe I lost it, and I couldn’t help but cry at my own incompetence.

I hadn’t realized how close I’d gotten to the edge until it was too late, and one misstep caused me to fall into the lake. I only had a second to catch a breath before I was submerged into the darkness.

In moments that catch you off guard you find yourself doing things you never would’ve before. And I opened my eyes, not like it helped since I couldn’t see anything. I had no idea where I was and no sense of direction. The surface was missing, and panic began to settle deeper within me.

My mind began to focus on my breath, or the lack of breath. I hadn’t been ready to be submerged, and I could feel the choke hold my lungs had on me, begging me for more air. Air I couldn’t give it.

Was this it? Was this where I was to die. I suppose it could be worse. My flesh could be melting off my body, but the darkness was surprisingly tame. I wouldn’t say cold just as much as I wouldn’t say hot. It was- comforting. Like being held. And the darkness seemed to wrap itself around me. I couldn’t tell if it was trying to help, or trying to push me further down. But I was unwelcome either way.

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold my breath, but maybe there was no point holding onto something I couldn’t control. Maybe I should just-

Two massive orange- um- eyes appeared before me. One with a slash straight through. I swam backward, startled. What was this thing? Some sort of lake creature? I wasn’t even aware anything lived inside. I thought- this must be what eats the creatures that get stuck.

They got closer, and I tried moving away, but I was stuck. I couldn’t move, and the tugging and flailing of my arms was only met with resistance. The glowing eyes circled me, settling behind me and than looked up. Up! That was the surface!

I swam up as fast as I could, following the refracting orange light all the way. My lungs longed for another breath. I could feel it leaping in anticipating until finally, I breached the surface and gasped for air in a fit of coughs. Quickly, I swam toward the beach, pulling myself completely out of the lake and a little extra for good measure.

It was dark now, the final glitter of the sun settling behind the mountain. All the beauty the lake offered by day as an oddity left when given the dark abyssal nature it had by night. It looked as if nothing was there. As of the universe itself ended in this very spot.

I pulled my knees up to my chest as I tried to get myself to move. A wave brushed itself on the sand, over and over until something was left on the beach.

That was mine. What I’d been searching for! I found it or- it was returned to me. I looked out over the lake again. Quiet and still as ever.

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I don’t know how comfortable @somerandomdudelmao is with fanfiction of their own persona, but the very intriguing idea of a sentient, completely black lake divined me with inspiration and I had to write out an idea. I tried to keep it mysterious in nature because I have a lot of unknown variables. I also wanted people to put themselves in these shoes, so this isn’t about me per se. I wanted the lake to be as inspiring as it is mysterious, trying to embody a bit of Cass in it.

[storyteller-aprendiz]

Ambrose’s gender forecast is a BIG gender envy for whatever Michelangelo’s David statue has going on.

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today's disabled character of the day is Bastián Silvano from Lake Lore, who has Attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Cover of the book Lake Lore. It features two figures standing in rainbow colored water. one is facing the viewer and one facing away from the viewer and looking towards the sunset. The figure facing the viewer has short brown hair and brown eyes. They are wearing a yellow hoodie. The figure facing away has long brown hair and wearing a green shirt.]

[filurig]

redid some maps of vätterunda as well as folke's homestead...

background on vätterunda and the granholm homestead under cut

vätterunda is a relatively old town, having been formed around the 1300s in gästrikland. rich soil and access to water through the adjacent lake of Trollsjön caused it to be a primarily agricultural village comprising a few homesteads/farms. Eventually a church would be built as the population grew. However, the population would remain relatively small until the 1860s, as a railroad would begin to be built in the area, Vätterunda being a planned stop - and thus, a railroad station was built as well. With workers from this railroad settling down in the town, the population would steadily begin to grow, and some sections of the town would be rebuilt. By the time of Pareidolia the town has sort of become a marketplace/crossroads, as well as the superstitious nature of a big part of their original population being noteworthy- although, some would say that it's not superstition - rather, that it's simply a result of vättar being unusually prevalent in the area.

the granholm family has been notorious for being relatively isolationist and sticking to themselves, being situated at the northern part of the lake and a good walk from the closest town, vätterunda. folke, who is currently the only known resident of the homestead (to the people of vätterunda at least), inherited it from his mother's side. the granholm family used to be more well connected to vätterunda despite their relatively private nature, as they would come to the town regularly to trade. now, however, the current resident is only seen in the town of vätterunda about once a week, and seems to be oddly self sufficient, living off the land by himself.

the little bay area above the granholm homestead is stenviken, which is currently selma's territory

[escapedaudios]

if you dont mind what time, place or year do your audio series take place in??

I'll split it up by the timelines they take place in.

Neon Timeline Final Broadcast: 1959, Eureka California The Neon Barbarian: 1987, San Sequestro California Neon Wings: 1991, Flagstaff Arizona Sneaky Goblin: 2010, Saint Paul Minnesota Against the World: 2012, San Sequestro California ROM3O: 2066, San Sequestro California

Chronus Tmeline Chronus Seven: 2002, Boulder Colorado Rival Slasher Villains: 2021-2023, Lake Forest Missouri

Gothic Timeline Misery: 1622, Sheffield (England) Der Wolfsjäger: 1963, Gernsbach, Berlin, and Dippoldiswalde (Germany) Matador Gothic: 2007, Segovia, Navacerrada, Cantabria, and Bilbao (Spain) Matador Gothic Spinoffs: 2008-2009, Sevilla and Madrid (Spain)

Slice of Life Timeline - The New Jersey Rats: 2023, Newark New Jersey - The New Orleans Rats: 2019, Manhattan New York and New Orleans Louisiana - My Greasefire Life: 2024, Long Beach California - Doctor Himbo: 2028, Santa Monica California

Drift Timeline - Blue Infinity: 1789-1840, The Drift

Shitpost Timeline - Stomping Stuart Little: 2001, Queens New York - Soda Can Bully/Submissive Microwave: 1998, Anywhere USA