#flashlight eyes

[theroundbartable]

Arthur: Merlin, it's late. Switch off the light

Merlin: i'm reading

Arthur: i don't care. I want to sleep!

Merlin: urgh, fine. *Switches off the light* *resumes reading*

Arthur: ...

Arthur: could you switch off your eyes too, please?

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

Hello! I and a bunch of other subs from Erets discord came up with headcannon for Eret and his glowing eyes, or should I say, flashlight eyes

Yes I know you're for aus but it's light humor that we can throw into au

He like to stim flashing his eyes on and off, rangring from "looking into sun" mode to "can't see shit" mode

Also makes plenty of jokes thanks to it as well

Someone annoying him? Boom, suddenly blinded.

When Eret gets happy or excited, lijeba cat does and their eyes go round, his eyes brighten up

He also can and will use his eyes as strobe lights whern he gots a songvstuck in his head (my fav goto is Darude- Sandstorm)

He has fucked up his sleep schedule to scare people by standing at the end of a dark hall at night so all you see is his eyes

I might noe be on anon, but I'm still gonna tag myself -Sassily

Flashlight Eyes? All I can think of is Caramelldansen.

Their eyes are just one big fun thing to think about. We can go have so much fun with this. Dream tries to fuck with them? Just needs to go and make his eyes into “looking into sun” mode and Dream will leave them alone.

[rhyolight]

Marble Hornets and Flashlight eyes.

I finally got this thing finished! I know that there isn’t a very good description of Flashlight eyes here, as this assumes that the reader s familiar with her. If not, she’s the ghost that I have encountered, and I’ve written this upon request for my lovely anon. I hope you enjoy! 

      Jay was starting to think this was a bad idea. The three of them, him, Tim, and Brian, were all following Alex deeper into the woods so he could get the night scene he wanted. Was it even in the script? Jay didn't think so, but ever since Alex's mental state had begun to deteriorate, lots of unexpected things had happened. 

      So when Alex announced that they would be trekking through the woods to the abandoned hospital at night nobody was too surprised. Jay had tried to tell him that maybe they should work it into the script first, but Alex had gotten angry, and yelled that he didn't know anything since he was just the script supervisor and Alex was the one who wrote the damn thing. 

      Jay didn't even want to come in the first place, but Seth had declared that he refused to go, and Jay was apparently the backup camera person. Even now, when they were just walking in silence, Alex stomping ahead angrily Jay had to film. He didn't understand why though, there was no way they would ever use this footage, it was too dark to see anything on camera anyways. Yet he didn't turn the camera off.

       As they got closer to the sight, Jay began to feel uneasy. He blamed it on his nerves. He would be fine, he told himself. They had been here before and nothing bad had ever happened. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. 

      As they stepped into the clearing, Jay shivered. The lighting was better here, as the moon was almost full, casting the long abandoned building in an eerie light. The building looked empty, windows where glass had once stood black squares. 

      Jay shifted nervously, then realized that the others hadn't stopped walking and were far ahead. 

      “What are you doing? Stop lagging!”

       Alex called out to him. 

      “Sorry, I thought it might make a good B roll for the film.”

      It wasn't the best excuse, but he didn't have one. He didn't actually know why he had stopped. 

      “Well we can't use it now.”

       Alex grumbled irritably as Jay caught up. 

      “Sorry.” 

      “Don’t do it again.” 

      Jay nodded but Alex already had his back turned to him. Tim and Brian glanced at each other, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Alex had been acting more and more erratic as time went by, and to say that they were worried was an understatement. 

      Sure, he could be stubborn at times, but he wasn’t acting like himself. He had grown more demanding, and as his temper grew shorter, it seemed that everything they did was wrong.

       In part, it was why Seth hadn’t come, Jay was sure, and Sarah was “Sick.” 

      “Fine,”

       Alex had grumbled at her, 

      “We didn’t need you anyways.” 

      It had seemed more than a little odd, but since none of them had any clue why they were here in the first place they couldn’t argue. 

      Glass crunched beneath their feet as they entered, their bodies casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The dim lighting played tricks on the eyes, causing the graffiti to take on new life, shadows and monsters seeming to leap off the walls. 

      They all grabbed their flashlights, and Jay swept the camera around the room. He was pretty sure he had been here once before, but the place felt different at nighttime, more ominous. 

      “Alex, we might want to come back tomorrow.” 

      Tim cautioned, 

      “This place isn’t the safest, I doubt it’s still structurally sound, and we can’t see what we’re doing very well.” 

      Brian nodded, 

      “I’m not exactly keen on falling through the floor,”

      he grinned, trying to lighten the mood, 

      “The movie will be pretty hard to film if I can’t walk.” 

      Alex barley glanced back, moving down the hall, further into the shadows. 

      “It’s fine.” 

      He turned a corner, and the three of them hurried after him. It was dangerous, and none of them wanted to be here, but they didn’t want to leave Alex here alone. After all, he was their friend, Jay reasoned, and friends don’t let each other get hurt, right? 

      They turned the corner, but Alex was nowhere in sight. 

      “Alex?” 

      Tim’s voice echoed, but no response came. He walked forward, hesitant, slowly sweeping the beam of his flashlight around the corridor. Jay and Brian followed, Jay noticed that his arm was shaking. It’ll probably mess up the footage and Alex will yell at me, he thought, though we can’t film if we can’t find Alex. 

      Suddenly, Tim stopped, his body rigid. 

      “Tim? Are you o-” 

      Before Brian could finish his sentence, Tim had charged down the hall, and a minute later they heard the clanging of metal stairs. Brain ran after him, calling his name, and Jay had no choice but to follow. 

      He vaguely wondered what had caused the sudden shift in Tim’s mood, but the way Brian was yelling worried him. He didn’t know Tim very well, but he seemed nice enough, if a little strange. He was Brian’s friend, which made him think that something was very, very wrong. 

      Unfortunately, when he reached the stairs, they were both gone. He looked up, his flashlight not doing much to illuminate the shadowy staircase, only to see a figure on the second floor. He called out to it, 

      “Tim? Brian? Alex?” 

      But he was met with silence. He ran up the stairs after the figure, it didn’t look like his friends, but he had only seen it for a second, and there wasn’t much light for him to see by. 

      As he got to the second floor, he tripped on the last step. He cursed as he felt debris dig into his knee, and he dropped the camera, using his hands to brace himself. The flashlight rolled, and before he could stop it, it tipped over the edge of the stairs, falling, only to reach the ground with the sound of breaking glass. The light went dark. 

      Jay scrambled to reach the camera, and he felt something warm and sticky smear across the surface. A metallic tang filled his nose, and he realized that his hands were bleeding. Alex is going to kill me for getting blood on his camera. He thought to himself as he stood up shakily. 

      He checked the camera, and groaned when he saw that the lens had cracked, but at least it still seemed to work. As he looked around, he noticed a spot of yellowy light at the end of the hall. He ran towards it, relieved. He’d prefer to run into Tim or Brian over Alex, but he’d take getting yelled at over being in this creepy place any day. 

      However, as soon as he saw the source of the light he regretted it. He stumbled backwards, his mouth gasping for air, trying to scream as the putrid stench of death filled the air, mixed with decay and rot. 

      He coughed, choking on something in his lungs, but he had no idea what it was. He needed to get away, he ran, but in his panic he had gotten turned away from the stairs, and was now lost among the twisting corridors. 

      He stopped, gasping for breath. He had no idea where he was, and in the darkness, lost, and without his flashlight, he suddenly felt exposed. He wished that he had thought to bring something to protect himself. 

      Suddenly, the hair on the back of his neck prickled, and he didn’t have to turn around to know that whatever he had seen was behind him. He expected to hear something, the shuffling of clothing, or ragged breathing, but somehow the silence was even worse. He felt the urge to turn, to confront it, prove that he wasn’t afraid, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. 

      That was all that he remembered, everything else was a blur. Later, re-watching the grainy footage would reveal that he had stumbled around the building for what must have been hours, tripping, falling, coughing. Much of the audio would be distorted, and the few images that the camera did manage to pick up in the darkness would glitch. 

      Another figure, one Jay did not recall seeing, this one tall and faceless, made an appearance at the edge of the frame a few times as well. 

      From what he could gather from the footage that was salvageable, he had found Tim, and while Jay had wanted to leave, Tim insisted that they look for Brian. He was nowhere to be found. They searched the building from top to bottom, Tim seemed to have an uncanny way of knowing each nook and cranny, but he was gone. 

      They didn’t find Alex either. In fact, they later questioned if there had even been anything to film in the first place.  Even more strange, Alex refused to talk about whatever had happened, and they never saw a script for a night scene at the old hospital. 

      The image of the apparition haunted Jay’s dreams, and he could have sworn that it brought about misfortune. He would never tell the others, they would call him crazy, but after that night, he was never able to sleep soundly. He almost felt like there was a clock in his brain, counting down the seconds until he would meet the thing again, forever sealing his fate. 

[rachelbreaker]

[artshenanigans]

Final Painting Assignment. Wanted to make something a little more atmospheric.

[kindredarrow]

So when I was little I was really afraid of coyotes. My dad thought that correct response to this fear was to tell me stories about them. He had two particular favorites:

The Coyote with the Flashlight Eyes - Some kids from the neighborhood would get together and play flashlight tag. One night one of the girls saw two flashlights in the distance and excitedly pursued them. Only the “flashlights” didn’t belong to other children, they were the eyes of a coyote. By the time the girl realized her mistake it was too late.

The Coyote with the Cry of a Baby - One night a girl is home alone babysitting her two little brothers. After she puts them to bed, she settles down to watch some tv. A little while later she hers what sounds like the muffled cry of one of her little brothers coming from outside. She turns off the tv and the cries become louder, apparently coming from the backyard. The girl goes out to investigate and hears the cries from the back of the yard so she walks further out. Just before she reaches the back fence she hears a voice call out to her from the house. In the doorway, are her two little brothers, the older one holding the baby she thought she heard crying. By the time the sight registered it was too late.

Dad told me these stories many times and the details often varied, but to this day (I’m now 24) I still flinch when headlights drift across the wall from outside at night.

Aren’t dads fantastic?