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nonooddo · 2 months

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Taken in the wild areas of Cedar Creek, on the morning of March 14, 2024. ©️

This is one of the reasons we don’t want Oddo. We already have enough neighbors - and, unlike Oddo, we like them…!

#Blue Herron #wildlife #Shadow Lake #under threat #Nono Oddo #kansas #cedar creek #no no oddo #olathe #donate #green space #landscape #fake hoa #oddo

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best-views · 2 years

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Thousand Island Lake backpacking trip in Ansel Adams Wilderness!

Views along River Trail (#1-2), Thousand Island Lake (#3), and views along High Trail (#4) with a shot of Shadow Lake (#5) and a view looking south over Agnew Meadows (#6)

#thousand island lake #shadow lake #pct #river trail #high trail #ansel adams wilderness #agnew meadows #pacific crest trail #backpacking #nature #views #landscapes #Summer #california

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lunarcovehq · 24 days

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Safiye Yildiz is a vampire that currently resides in Shadow Lake and has been a Lunar Cove resident for a little over a year, ripping her way through the town.

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Female, She/Her

DATE OF BIRTH: November 18, 1990

OCCUPATION: Assistant at Solstice Therapy

FACECLAIM: Ayça Ayşin Turan

AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE

SPECIES: Vampire

CLAN POSITION: Member

AGE AT TRANSFORMATION: 29

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, SAFIYE YILDIZ

On November 18th, 1990 Safiye Yildiz came into the world being the first child of Beste and Koray Yildiz out of three. On the outside their little family of five seemed perfect, three perfect children, two loving parents, and a white picket fence that went all the way around the house. While most children would dream for a life like Safiye’s growing up she found herself wishing for something more to happen, for something that wasn’t so picture perfect. Little did she know that wouldn’t happen until she was sixteen and that’s when things went from picture perfect to tragic. The mirage put on them by Eda’s parents had worn off and when their parents realized that Eda was not actually their daughter, words were thrown around that night like ‘changeling’ and 'monster’ and 'tricked.’ Despite the gravity of the situation Safiye still felt a pull to Eda and didn’t want to let her go. Unfortunately though she watched from the top of the stairs with her young sibling as Eda fled into the night leaving behind the now broken Yildiz family. That night Safiye stayed up until the wee hours listening to her parents arguing down the hall, their voices growing angrier and angrier during each interaction, while silently hoping that they’d come to their senses and welcome Eda back. That day never came though and the Eda never returned to their lives; nor did anything ever return to normal.

The weeks that followed didn’t get any smoother, in fact they got more bumpy. Safiye was constantly sneaking out to look for Eda, even though she didn’t know where to start looking. Each time her parents caught her sneaking out and her punishments went longer and longer until it had been almost a year and she finally got her phone back. By the time she could call Eda’s number the number was disconnected and any trace of her younger sister was long gone. Her parents refused to talked about Eda and as far as they were concerned that never was their child. This had been the sister she grew up with and loved more than life, for them to just turn their back because they didn’t share blood? For Safiye this was something she could never forgive or just get over like they had.

While her parents pretended that nothing had happened and began the search for the real Eda, going as far as hiring private investigators to even doing 23 and me with the hopes something would pop up. While she was still mad at her parents for kicking out Eda there was a tiny part of her that did wonder about the sibling that had been ripped away from them by Eda’s biological parents. Who were they? Has she interacted with them before? Where did they go? Were they even alive? As much as she wanted to know she also didn’t want too, but was forced to join the search with her parents as they attempted to look for the daughter they lost rather than give attention and be grateful for the ones they had. While they searched Safiye took care of her younger sibling, making sure they still got love and attention that they went to school, did their homework, and functioned like a normal teenager should.

Unfortunately with no photos or any real leads for what happened to the girl the searches came up empty handed, causing more riffs between Beste and Koray.. By the time that Safiye turned twenty-one her parents were filing for divorce, rather than take part in their messy divorce she moved out on her own. Not wanting to bother her parents further she took a couple part times jobs to put herself through community college, unfortunately though as she tried to decide a major she couldn’t pick one. Instead pursued different courses, but never actually completed one in full; she’d always end up a credit or two away only to drop her current major and switch again.

When she was twenty-nine thought things changed once more, she had been out for a friends bachelorette party when everything had went black. She found herself waking up in the woods with a thirst like no other, as she made her way to the road her senses started to overwhelm her, along with a sunburn that seamlessly made her skin feel like she was burning alive every time she went out into the sun. Thankfully though a truck had been nice enough to stop and help Safiye out, while they rambled on about useless information she found herself getting more and more lost in the hunger she was feeling. She blacked out once more, only coming too after a while to find herself covered in blood and the car wrapped around a tree; along with the man who had helped her no longer next to her. As she got out of the truck she started to find pieces of the man and it looked like something out of a horror movie. Rather than stick around to be the next victim she took off running and didn’t stop until she made it home. Washing away the blood from her skin and burning her clothes on her grill so there wasn’t any evidence of that night, she tried to move on with her life. Finding it harder and harder to go outside without a weird sunburn reappearing and her hunger for normal food had stopped completely. Rather than panic over her new found hunger and inability to go into the sun without an umbrella attached to her, she decided it was time to finally figure out what was wrong with her. While a doctor wasn’t an option, researching movies, books, and even a reddit thread was.

All of that research got confirmed though when she came across fellow vampire Daniel. Thankfully he had helped teach her what she was, or at least he thought he could. Unfortunately though feeding seemed to be a struggle for Safiye, while most vampires could just bite and take a little, she shredded the person apart into little pieces; just like she’d found the trucker. When the realization that she was ripper and had killed people set in Safiye disappeared for days inside her apartment. It was only when her sibling and Daniel showed up that she could finally accept what she’d done, they came up with a game plan to try and prevent it from ever happening again.

Things had been going to plan until Valentine’s Day when hunters broke into the book shop where Safiye had been hanging out with Daniel. Sneaking Safiye out before she could be harmed and Daniel left her with a letter, while promising to follow. Safiye stayed hidden for hours down the street but Daniel never came, eventually circling back to find Daniel nowhere to be found; all she was left with was some letter. When she eventually did read the letter it explained that their kind wasn’t safe out in the world and ended with an address that they could go too where Safiye would be safe and find others like her. Packing a bag of her things as quickly as she could and she said goodbye to her sibling, letting them know that she was going to check out a potential safe haven. With that she got in the car and drove the 30 minutes away to Lunar Cove to find her new life awaiting her and a blast from the past that would change everything she knew.

#Safiye Yildiz #shadow lake #Ayça Ayşin Turan #ayca aysin turan #Solstice Therapy #taken vampire #clan member

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sierrawithdave · 6 months

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Shadow Lake Pictures - Shadow Lake Hike

Pictures taken October 16 through 28 2023

#Shadow Lake #Shadow Lake Hike

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amiracleilluminated · 5 months

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Herald of Darkness Performance at The Game Awards 2023

#jerichoes #usermichi #alan wake 2 #alanwakeedit #alan wake 2 spoilers #sam lake #ilkka villi #old gods of asgard #poets of the fall #*gifs #flashing tw #doing a coke joke? on the actual stage? kings #sorry it took so long. i was painting #also some shadow ppl looking kinda....... *twirls hair*

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arcusxx · 2 months

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Emperor of dreams...

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goryhorroor · 19 days

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horror sub-genres: found footage

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grendelsmilf · 10 months

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i love how juri is like "utena u are such a fucking idiot for wearing a piece of jewelry that symbolizes your devotion to someone who inspired you as a child. your desperation is pathetic. you know nothing, dipshit" in the middle of one her nightly breakdowns at the fountain in her nightgown as she clutches the locket with a framed picture of her beloved girlfailure. the lady doth protest too much methinks

#utena #she's sooooo funny #the shadow girls sequence in that episode too #they're literally calling her out for it #change starts with YOU. throw your locket into the lake!#100

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ladycrose · 4 months

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Dress up games: Haha you must have this clothing item to proceed to the next level!

Dress up game lore:

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chasingrainbowsforever · 6 months

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~ Copper ~

#view #lakes #sunsets #copper #orange black #copper black #orange #silhouettes #shadows

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nonooddo · 2 months

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Do you Want to KNOW what the Developer is After...?

If it's not obvious to you yet - the developer is trying to steal our lake. That means to say - his 'penthouse' tenants (and others) will have an 'above the tree line' view right over the full length of Shadow Lake.

The serenity, the dark and quiet that affords our abundant wildlife refuge, all that will be GONE..!

We have a pair of Bald Eagles that live, nest and hunt seasonally on the lake. We have Golden Eagles that regularly hunt the sky over the lake. We have otter, geese, foxes, beaver all inhabiting the lake.

To quote from one resident's letter of objection to the ODDO hideous development: "The commitment and ability to experience nature in the neighborhood is a key characteristic. In and around our own wooded backyard and the on the trails of Cedar Creek (often both and I have photos of most to prove it) we have seen deer, foxes, raccoons, turkeys, bobcats, coyotes, woodchuck, possums etc. In fact, just this morning I saw 6 – 7 deer below the dam along the trail around Shadow Lake. I normally hike around the lake on 5 days a week. In addition, on the water at the lake, waterfowl, including various ducks, geese and even occasionally (until recently endangered) Trumpeter Swans. I have seen beaver, muskrat and even river otters. Probably most spectacular, is that a pair of eagles often can be seen flying over the lake or perched in one of the large hardwood forest trees over the lake. Where else in Western Johnson County can you find a neighborhood whose commitment and “character” so embody this blending of homes and nature and the ensuing results? I have also heard that from a flora perspective, the woods around Cedar Creek are particularly diverse and healthy and certain plantings from Cedar Creek have been used to supplement other woods like those around Ernie Miller Nature Center."

Eloquently and accurately put. And just how much of that will be lost or irreparably damaged by the tower block construction and occupation that creates noise of blasting as it goes up and light, noise and visual blight (not to mention wind tunnel effect and storm runoff after its up) as it is occupied.

What this developer wants to steal is also being stolen from Olathe, Johnson County and from Kansas.

The City of Olathe MUST reject this insensitive, oversized, out of character, out of place, intensive overbuild plan.

#kansas #olathe #cedar creek #no no oddo #green space #shadow lake #line of sight #OBJECTION

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shadowsfascination · 6 months

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@shadamytober Day 24, 25, and 26 (In the woods, Lake, and Mist)

#shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #sth #shadamy #amadow #shadowsfascination #my art #lake #woods #mist #wedding #eloping #shadow x amy #shadamytober

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spop-romanticizes-abuse · 3 months

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there's a difference between a complex villain and a morally grey character. catra is not morally grey, and she never was.

#i love all these characters sm btw #some more than the others #samantha and the woodman are my spirit animals #spop critical #spop salt #spop #spop criticism #spop discourse #she ra #anti spop #double trouble spop #woodman hilda #samantha infinity train #lake infinity train #eda toh #shadow weaver spop

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lunarcovehq · 24 days

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Todd Miller is a human that currently resides in Shadow Lake and has been a Lunar Cove resident for 40 years though majority of that time was spent trapped within a Mickey Mouse hat.

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Male, He/Him

DATE OF BIRTH: September 29, 1962

OCCUPATION: Unemployed

FACECLAIM: Brian Altemus

AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE

SPECIES: Human

COALITION POSITION: Non-member

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, TODD MILLER

Trigger Warnings: Violence, Injury, Death

A dense sticky fog clung to the court that morning, heavy and almost saccharine, a sea of white-yellow sludge, tinted by the summer sun, a viscous blanket one needed to cut deliberately through like syrup. His tennis shoes pounded along the pavement, keeping tune with the bounce, bounce, bounce of the half-deflated basketball as he dribbled it in a half-circle, showing off for an audience of exactly no one. He inhaled the haze, though, with well-practiced breaths, steady, easy, and really, the young Todd Miller thought, truly, at only thirteen-years-old, he could play professionally if he really wanted to. Alvan Adams and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar could eat their fucking hearts out, and he was allowed to think that, he decided—because swear words did not count when one only imagined them. But it had been the summer of his growth spurt, and the boy knew already that he would be a superstar when school started back up in the fall.

He jumped, he shot, and he waited, holding, like a chipmunk, the last breath of fog he had just sucked into his cheeks. It cleared the hoop with a solid swish, not bouncing, not spinning, but answering him definitively. Yes. Yes! Hell yes. He had decided, abruptly, that basketball hoops worked like Magic 8 Balls or Ouija Boards or cootie catchers. If the ball went in, the basket, or the universe, as it were, said ‘yes.’ And this particular ‘yes,’ had been resounding. Todd Miller would be somebody one day. He would really be somebody someday because the rim had said he would when he asked it.

That day could not come quickly enough. Born into a blue-collar family of modest means, he, while not lacking for much, also did not get to go to the fancy sleepaway or sports camps his friends did each July, ditching him to play basketball alone in the early mornings before having to follow his father around on handyman jobs, which usually consisted of the young Todd holding a flashlight or a handful of screws and being yelled at. He would count them in his head sometimes: an even number leftover meant good luck the next day, an odd one meant bad. And this made-up superstition, like the hoop, was just one of the many ritualistic quirks Todd Miller had developed throughout his relatively mundane childhood, a sort of enchantment in which he could wrap himself while dreaming of a more glittering future. The boy’s bedroom resembled an altar, covered in photographs from JCPenney and Sears Christmas catalogs, all jagged edges torn by dull scissors, visions for himself of everything he wanted and everything he wanted to be. Glamorous women and athletic men and fashionable shoes and golden watches—handsome and popular and wealthy. Somebody, somebody, somebody, or at least as close an approximation to a real person as he could muster in a place as small as Rhode Island, which was not quite New York or California.

Watching the basketball roll away, then, and hit dully against the chain-link fence, Todd sunk to the ground and took a long swig of his Coke, holding the label outward as if posing for an advertisement, just in case any wayward photographers were prowling around the park looking for magazine models. None were, but Todd could be patient. And jogging over to retrieve his ball, he tucked it beneath his arm and began to trudge home, tossing his soda bottle in a waste bin and deciding that it counted as another resounding ‘yes’ when it easily inside with a glass clank.

Autumn arrived like a car wreck, rolling in abruptly with a cacophony of cold air, but it had been a promising season all the same, as Todd, towering for now over his classmates, found himself the freshman athletic champion he had hoped to be, at least as far as the tri-county area. But he was just tall early. By the time sophomore year arrived, his cracks were beginning to show; his luck of genetics could no longer keep up with boys who were faster, more dedicated, more focused, and growing rapidly to meet him. It did not matter to Todd, however, not really.

Maybe basketball was only an entry point, a way for him to get that answer to his question as a child. His task, then, was finding the proper path to making it come true. Todd fell into the burgeoning aerobic craze on a whim, and by the early 1980s, his head was filled with visions of vinyl Jazzercise records and bodybuilding magazines bearing his own blessed image.

The one thing Todd Miller would not do, however, was follow in his father’s footsteps; he could die happily never having to repair another busted refrigerator. And he would, as it turned out, actually die before he had to. By the fall of 1984, he was pursuing a degree in fitness studies at a small four-year college not far from his hometown (in his fifth year due to a few brushes with failure). But he was biding his time until his burgeoning stardom could properly launch.

There had been some roadblocks along the way, of course. He had come in second (first runner-up, if you asked him) in the line for fraternity president, but he still had lots of friends. Lots of girlfriends. One or two boyfriends. And so, he was positively somebody by the time he and a few buddies drove out to a Halloween party at the University of Rhode Island campus in a town called Lunar Cove.

It was a weird place. It had always been a weird fucking place, from the handful of times he had visited over the years—although Todd himself never did not remember why when he left it. Still, weird could be bitching; weird could be cool. And he was having a hella good time, a few keg stands in, by the hour he found himself standing on a balcony overlooking a concrete courtyard late that night.

“Todd!” he had cried, spinning around and throwing a pose like a proper Mouseketeer before using every ounce of athletic prowess he could muster to do a show-offy, sloppy flip into the air. The railing struck his lower back. And he was flying, he realized, flying too far, flying too quickly. Splat.

Fuck the hat. It had not protected his head. Fuck the hat. Even as time itself slipped into something hazy and unknowable, became a thing he did not follow concretely any longer, Todd would repeat this phrase as it ticked by. After all, he was now bound to that very hat, tied to it as it passed from hand-to-hand over the next three decades. And being a ghost was a totally bogus thing to be; all the worse to be a ghost who could not fucking go anywhere

His fortune changed in 2023 when a witch named Rohan Persaud happened to place the article upon his own head, and all at once, Todd found himself miraculously bodied once again. He would like to stay that way, he decided, even if everyone seemed to like this Rohan dude too much to let him take up permanent residence. Back into the hat and back onto the shelf, godammit.

He did not expect the witch to be the one to bring him back from the dead, although the dude seemed totally un-chill about the whole thing when it happened. Either way, returned, revenged, in the flesh, the Todd-inator has resolved to seize this second chance. Sure, Lunar Cove is still weird, but when a guy’s a zombie, he hasn’t got very many other places to shack up.

#todd miller #Brian Altemus #taken human #shadow lake #nonmember human #all

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notprincehamlet · 2 months

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collages inspired by nancy drew games (made with the supplies i have on hand only)

-> the final scene // ghost dogs of moon lake // secret of shadow ranch

#nancy drew #clue crew #art journal #scrapbooking #journaling #collage journal #collage #fin #dog #sha #ndcollages #the final scene #ghost dogs of moon lake #secret of shadow ranch #I HAVE RETURNED #the dog one was tricky because i don't have anything rottweiler-themed #i did have some glow in the dark dog stickers though #so the journal page does have GHOST dogs!#my stuff

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viivdle · 19 days

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jack of the lakes in tpt:

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