An art blog. Sort of. I also reblog stuff sometimes.
You'll probably see a few things about Myst, Silent Hill, Hannibal, Pokemon and more.
Currently there's a lot of posts about Doctor Who since that fandom grabbed me by the hand in December 2013 and said "RUN".
English is not my first language (it's French, actually), so I apologize in advance if you cringe because of my typos.
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I just found a bag and a shoe box I thought I had lost when I moved to my appartment. Turns out I put them under my bed and completely forgot they were here. The bag was my “treasure bag” when I was something like nine years old, and the shoe box was my “explorer box” a few years later (I stopped using it when I was twelve or thirteen years old). You have no idea how happy I am right now, it’s like childhood memories hitting me right in the face.
More under the cut, because this is going to be one hell of a long post full of pictures.
The contents of the “treasure bag”: seashells, a unique glove, painted rocks, rock beads, an ocarina (broken then put back together with a lot of glue), lavender small bags, some sort of fish bone and a couple of fossils. Also a small box with a tiny porcelain cat comfortably resting on top of some bits of old clothes.
BUT IT’S THE SHOE BOX I’M REALLY EXCITED ABOUT, GUYS. I remember spending hours writing exploration journals so I really hope they are inside.
THEY ARE INSIDE, I’M SO HAPPY I’M FUCKING CRYING
Also there’s a lot of other stuff, like a plastic tiny gun, small handmade bags full of… spices, I guess, judging by the tags and the smell, a small magnifying glass, seashells glued inside bowties boxes, a flute, some pencils, two dead butterflies inside boxes (I remember finding those two dead when I was on vacation. And crying about it)…
…aaaaaaaaand that’s a dead spider here. I won’t open this box, thank you very much. Poor thing.
I used to pretend those were ancient mysterious artifacts I found during my imaginary travels around the world.
I remember painting this with special glass paint someone gave me for one of my birthdays. It’s full of seeds. I don’t know what kind of seeds those are, to be honest.
Not sure what those are either…?
That notebook was "Le livre fatigué" (“The tired book”). The idea was that it was an old book which was exhausted and very confused. So I used to glue all kinds of drawings and bits of stuff inside to make it look like something weird and confusing.
Here’s a hunter running away from a white deer, bits of broken mirrors, a piece of watch that I found on the ground at the time…
…a real leaf, an origami leaf, a drawing of a tree and some mushrooms
no mushrooms were used in the making of that book.
That’s a journal in which I’m exploring the Channelwood Age from Myst before everything was destroyed by the brothers. It’s actually quite long, and also unfinished.
Some pages torn from another sketchbook; it’s another journal about an imaginary exploration of the “dragons islands”. There’s mysterious bits of potery, strange birds, trees bearing giant fruits at the top…
…hummingbirds as small as flies, seeds collecting water, giant eggs, more weird fruits, an insect with wings on one side of its body…
…more strange insects, weird plants, and dragons with beaks.
This one is the last journal, "Journal de l’exploration du Pays Indigo - 1843, du 21 juin au 30 août" (“Exploration journal from Indigo Land - 1843, from June 21 to August 30”). I was running out of notebooks at the time, so as you can see it’s a stack of writing paper I just sewn to a brown paper. Not very well sewn, mind you.
My explorer washed ashore alone on an unknown island, and the beach is full of old broken ships. There’s indigo flowers everywhere and they smell terrible.
Exploring a small plain full of strange birds and insects. There’s a swamp after the plain, I fish strange fishes, and have the feeling of being watched by someone or something. It turns out to be a friendly parrot.
Going further into the swamp. There’s flying crocodiles, scary butterflies, flies with six wings and stuff like that.
Another plain, in which my explorer settles for a while and builds a tent with a sail that washed ashore on a small beach.
Indigo eagles, peacock sparrows, and pretending I found an ancient artifact in some ruins nearby.
More “ancient artifacts”, and a more complete map of the island.
Climbing a cliff and deciding to build a flying machine to fly over the rest of the island.
Still can’t climb down the other side of the cliff, and waiting for the wind to come so the machine can fly.
Flying over the rest of the island, finding a small boat on another beach and going back home.
The next year, my explorer decides to organize an expedition to Indigo Land, with a boat and a full crew, plus her friend, the biologist from next door. Everything is well so far. And then, my twelve-years-old self decides to write a very creepy adventure, with the crew being stalked by a mysterious passenger on board, implied to be some sort monster, named a Hook, that just wants to drown them all.
First they find an empty boat. Then food starts disappearing. One of the sailors, named O’keefe for some reason, goes missing, and is found attached to the anchor the next day.
Now there’s fog everywhere, no wind, and one of the members of the crew, Ralph, is starting to tell the other ones about sea monsters and stuff. Even the biologist is a bit creeped out by all this. My explorer finds a kitchen knife stuck on her door, tells her friend, and he says the same thing happened to him three days earlier but he was too scared to tell anyone.
Then more weird shit starts happening, and we find abandoned tools in weird places as if someone was trying to make holes in the boat. And Ralph starts saying they should never have followed a female captain in the first place because it’s bad luck and stuff.
Tools disappear. There’s a storm and the boat sinks (the rushed writing says “boat sinking hope someone will find journal so I ———-“).
They all wash ashore in some sort of giant mangrove. Everyone is alive, thankfully. Aaaaaaaaand my twelve-years-old self successfully managed to creep me out fourteen years later.
Unfortunately it’s unfinished, right when we were exploring the giant mangrove.
Also, a couple of pages from a journal which is only three pages long, but there’s still a big spider with ten legs and venomous glands. Great.
I think I should make more of these someday.
GUYS GUYS I FOUND THE OLD SHOE BOX I USED TO USE WHEN I WAS LIKE TWELVE YEARS OLD AND PRETENDING TO BE AN EXPLORER
I THOUGHT I LOST ALL THIS STUFF WHEN I MOVED TO MY APPARTMENT I’M SO HAPPY I’M CRYING
…What the hell am I going to use for this guy?? xD
Uh, let’s see:
He’s a real nowhere man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
I’m just a peeping tom
On my own for far too long
Troubles with the gear
Nothing left to fear
I’m weightless… I’m bare
I’m faithless… I’m scared
Okay now THAT is a character I dislike. I disliked the entire second season of Black Butler, in fact (I prefer the manga). I’ll try to find something appropriate and not mean, though. xD
I, I’ve been waiting for someone like you
But now you are slipping away -
What have you done now?
Why, why does fate make us suffer?
There’s a curse between us, between me and you
What have you done?! What have you done?!
What have you done?! What have you done?!
What have you done now?!
I’ve only played the first one. A long time ago. I remember a lot of corridors, jump scares, and a big explosion in the end.
Sooooo yeah, all I could think about was this:
Cool guys don’t look at explosions
They blow things up and then walk away
Who’s got time to watch an explosion
Cause cool guy’s errand’s that they have to walk too :D