#forest fire au

[collabwithmyself]

all teenagers scare the living shit out of me or however the fuck it goes

[acoraxia]

my favorite group: middle child syndrome or MCS for short

beard erlang propaganda continues

[oxygen537art]

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

[bnnywngs]

Anyone from civilian to cultivator, child to elderly, knew who Baoshan Sanren was. In one word, a legend. An immortal from a different era, still alive and still teaching to few her cultivation secrets - many envied and wished they were one of her students.

She had various children over the centuries, each with their own success and fame, but recently, although it is known three children were born, none came out telling others about their lineage - something that started to be common since other cultivators wanted to have immortality to themselves at all costs, hunting down the immortal's descendants to use them to their own gains.

They knew some of her disciples who came down her mountain - now a fixed location with better protection than any place on earth, rather than her nomad days. One of them was a woman who was known for her wits, intelligence, craft and beautiful smile - Cangse Sanren.

She was also infamous for her elopement with Yunmeng Jiang sect's former first disciple - Wei Changze.

This was common knowledge, every cultivator had heard this story at least once during their lives, they all knew the names and their connections to each other. But what Lan Wangji failed to connect was the fact that Wei Ying was their only son and is now his boyfriend (who he plans to marry one day).

He knew, objectively, about Wei Ying's parents, but had never met them until one day when they met them by fate during a date to the movies. It was very shocking and nerve-wracking to meet his in-laws so soon into their relationship and in such a casual way, with not even a gift to offer.

Not long after that, he was invited to dinners, then afternoon teas, then lunches and then breakfasts (he felt so honourable the first night he was allowed to sleep in Wei Ying's bedroom). Lan Wangji was, more and more, feeling part of the family, meaning that he was accepted as their beloved son's other half.

When he thought all the nervousness had passed, he was invited to a family gathering with their other relatives from Wei Ying's mother side, and that included Cangse Sanren's mother.

That same afternoon, after accepting the invite, Lan Wangji walked all the way to his brother's apartment (on the other side of the corridor), knocked, walked inside without saying anything, threw himself into Lan Xichen's bed and hugged one (of many, many) body pillows that was a permanent part of his brother's room (a secret from the rest of the family, beside their mother).

"Wangji?!" Lan Xichen was frantic with concern "What happened?"

"I'm going to meet Wei Ying's family."

"...Is it that bad?"

"Wei Ying's grandmother is Baoshan Sanren."

"...Oh."

Lan Xichen laid down beside his younger brother, hugging another body pillow, both staring at the ceiling with stunned expressions.

"Oh." Lan Xichen said again.

[moderntimeadventure]

Forest fire anyone?

[wondrous-art]

The long awaited 'Season 3 Finale' of Mystic Forest is out and ready to be read. No we haven't given up on the fic. Anyway here's the artwork!

[tfrb-forest-fire-survivors-au]

Even more incorrect quotes

Heatwave: "Who the fuck broke the toaster?"

Boulder: "It was Cody."

Blades: "It was Cody."

Chase: "Cody broke it."

Cody:

Cody: "...yOU PROMISED-"

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Blades: "So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl...."

Heatwave: "...."

Boulder: "....."

Chase: "......"

Cody: "..Who?"

Blades: "That's the thing we don't-" *Everyone stares at Cody*

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Blades: "Alright Chase, Boulder. Let's go over this one more time."

Blades: "If something breaks?"

Chase: "We try to fix it before Heatwave gets home."

Blades: "If it doesn't work?"

Boulder: "We blame Cody."

Cody: "Seriously guys, what the hell?!"

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Cody: "What's the scariest horror movie you've ever watched?"

Graham: "IT."

Dani: "Annabelle."

Chief Burns: "Paranormal Activity."

Kade: "High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the words."

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Chase: "What scares you guys the most?"

Blades: "Werewolves!"

Boulder: "Sharks."

Heatwave: "The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death."

Heatwave:

Heatwave: "Cody dying."

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*Everyone is giving advice to Cody*

Boulder: "It's okay to ask for help."

Blades: "You're not a burden."

Heatwave: "Murder is okay."

Chase: "Your feelings matter."

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Boulder: "What do you do when someone offers you drugs?"

Cody: "Take them!"

Chase: "Punch them in the neck!"

Blades: "Say thank you!"

Heatwave: "Offer them more drugs to assert dominance!"

Boulder: "…"

Boulder: "No."

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Boulder: "Guys… the principal just called—"

Chase: "It was Blades!"

Blades: "It was Heatwave!"

Heatwave: "It was Cody!"

Cody: "It was me!"

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Cody: "We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends."

Blades: "...Your what?"

Cody: "My friends."

Boulder: "Are they saying “friends”?"

Chase: "I think they're being sarcastic."

Heatwave: "No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Cody! All of your friends are in this room."

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Chase: "What's the worst thing you guys have done?"

Boulder: "Rickrolled my teacher on Cybertron."

Blades: "I kicked Heatwave in the shin-"

Heatwave: "-So I kicked Blades between the legs."

Cody: "I almost died and was burned in a forest fire."

Chase: "What?!"

Heatwave: "What the hell is wrong with you?!?"

Cody: "A lot of things."

Blades: "No shit."

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Heatwave: "Cody's first detention, I'm so proud."

Boulder: "Whoa, back up. Why did they get detention?"

Chase: "Because he was acting a fool as a human say."

Blades, terrified: "They can do that??"

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Cody: "You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?"

Heatwave: "Several traffic violations."

Graham: "Three counts of resisting arrest."

Dani: "Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks."

Kade: "Also, Heateave's still technically grounded for his non-robotic behavior in public."

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Blades: "What do you guys do when you're stressed?"

Chase: "Try and calm myself down!"

Boulder: "Recharge."

Cody: "Get myself into even more stress, so that the first reason for my stress gets cancelled out."

Heatwave: "I don't."

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Chase: "Did you bring Boulder?"

Blades, gesturing to Cody: "No, but I brought the next best thing."

Chase: "Cody? The next best thing would be Heatwave."

Cody: "I would be offended, but Heatwave is freakishly strong."

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Chief Burns: "I swear to god sometimes I'm the only one here with a braincell."

Cody, Dani, Graham, and Kade: "ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!"

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Chief Burns: "Hey, how did my phone break?"

Dani: "You were drunk yesterday."

Chief Burns: "And?"

Cody: "You threw it."

Chief Burns: "Why?"

Graham: "You turned on airplane mode and kept screaming “FLY DAMN YOU!”"

Chief Burns: "And why didn’t you stop me?!"

Kade: "We were busy laughing our asses off."

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Chief Burns: "You three, explain right now!"

Kade: "It was Dani."

Graham: "It was Dani."

Cody: "It was Dani."

Dani:

Dani: "…fuck."

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

weee another fantasy au snippet <3 a little shorter than usual cause that's what the scene is <3 shorter <3

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Something is wrong with Wally. 

It’s not serious, or at least Barnaby doesn’t think it is. If he didn’t pay such close attention to his buddy, he’d never know that anything was amiss at all - Wally has an excellent straight face. But not so excellent that Barnaby can’t read him.

There’s a different curve to his smile these days. It’s sort of pinched, sort of sad. It matches a look in his eyes that puts Barnaby on edge, if only because that deep, dark pensiveness is so wildly out of place on Wally’s soft face. 

It scares him. Something is off.

What is it?

Barnaby taps his claws on his middle as he stares at the tent roof, thin enough that firelight from outside bleeds through. Despite the late hour, his eyelids feel magicked open. The other side of the tent yawns empty, and that is precisely the source of Barnaby’s insomnia. 

Everyone is asleep except for two - and Barnaby is only awake because of one.

With a deep sigh through the nose, Barnaby sits up and clambers out of the tent. He shivers as he stands up and crosses his arms, rubbing at his fur. The night sky is clear, but the breeze cuts him through to the bone. It isn’t even winter yet, sheesh…

The campfire casts a fuzzy outline of red-orange around Wally. He doesn’t turn away from the embers as Barnaby shuffles behind him, and Barnaby doesn’t have to look to know that he’s staring directly into the low flames. He tweaks Wally’s raised hood as he passes, just to make sure Wally knows he isn’t alone anymore. He spaces out, sometimes. 

“Can’t sleep?” Barnaby asks as he takes the log next to Wally’s rock of choice. Wally just hums, and Barnaby frowns.

There’s that look again.

With how Wally is perched, his legs drawn up and arms folded on his knees, his smile is hidden. It’s unsettling. Barnaby scans Wally from the corner of his eye, taking in the tension in his shoulders and the nearly invisible pinch of his nonexistent brows. 

“Yeah, me neither,” Barnaby says. Another breeze, another shudder, and a quick glare at the stars. 

Should he press? The obvious answer is absolutely not, but… Barnaby isn’t sure how much of this - thisness he can take. He has no idea what to call it. A mood? It’s too serious to be considered a mood. All Barnaby knows is that when Wally is like this, something itches under his skin. 

Tonight would be a perfect opportunity to ask. Everyone else is fast asleep. Wally isn’t putting up the fronts he usually does. The knowledge that this Wally, the Wally all covered up and curled in on himself, is as vulnerable as anyone will never see - it makes Barnaby want to reach.

“Hey,” he murmurs, nudging his knee against Wally’s boot, “I’m starting to worry for the fire with how you’re glarin’ at the thing. What, did it emberass ya? Give ya the coal shoulder?”

Wally doesn't laugh, but his gaze softens. Barnaby curses himself.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with glarin' - I’m sure the fire deserves it,” Barnaby is quick to add. “But really… is everything alright, kid?”

“Yes,” Wally says, but it rings like an untruth. It's just something he’s saying because it’s what he always says. Everything is always fine with Wally. 

“You know you don’t gotta pretend with me. There’s somethin’ bothering you, I can tell.” Too far, too much, Barnaby is sure. He shouldn’t be so pushy.

But instead of clamming up, Wally’s eyes flicker down and away, guilty. The bloodhound in Barnaby perks up its ears. It’s all he can do not to point and shout AHA!, because that would assure that Wally would put up the same masks around him that he does with everything else. Vindication wars with his concern, as if he thought he might have been imagining the funks Wally has been slipping into.

Those too-long periods of silence that no one notices because Wally isn’t much of a talker. Moments of utter stillness that no one notices because Wally is always so stationary. The way he doesn’t drink in every new thing with a hunger like he usually does, as if Wally has been starving his whole life.

Those passing glances where his pupils seem too big, the blackness of them infinitely deep as if someone could fall into them. Maybe Wally is. Barnaby doesn’t want him to.

“You don’t gotta say a word,” Barnaby says, wishing the campfire log was just a smidge closer to the rock. “I just want ya to know that I see you, and I’m here. Whatever’s goin’ on in that pretty head ‘a yours, I’ll be right there for whatever you need. I got your back, Walls.”

Wally’s smile peeks over his arms for a moment - he always has liked being called pretty, or handsome, you name it. Barnaby preens over being able to coax him even the slightest bit out of the pit he’s slowly spiraling into. He’s winning big at the whole ‘best friend’ thing, Barnaby thinks - a complete natural.

For a long while, Barnaby doesn’t care to keep track, they sit in companionable silence. The fire cracks and pops when Barnaby adds a chunk of wood to it, coaxing it into a flame that actually takes the bite out of the breeze. Crickets chirp in the forest around them - something howls far away. 

The tension doesn’t leave Wally. In fact the longer they sit, the worse it gets. Barnaby keeps his mouth shut and eyes on the fire, the woods, the stars - anywhere except Wally. It’s the kind of tension that makes him suspect that Wally is gearing up to speak. Sometimes it feels like there’s a sinkhole of silence that opens up whenever Wally has something of his own to say. 

Reviving the fire was either a smart move, or a dumb one. It depends on how quickly Wally thinks of how to share. Without the brisk chill of night keeping Barnaby fresh-faced, sleep is finally starting to sink into him with the fire’s warmth. He briefly considers sneaking into Howdy and Sally’s tent to sneak an energy potion from Howdy’s pack. Pros, he’ll certainly be awake for Wally. Cons, he’ll be awake long past Wally’s spiel, Howdy will have a fit over missing an item, and Sally will have a bigger fit over Barnaby sneaking into her tent when he inevitably comes clean. Also, the potions don’t taste great. Or maybe he should fetch his pipe-

“I think. I don’t…”

For a second, Barnaby misses that Wally spoke at all. He double-takes when the half sentence registers, casting a quick look to Wally. Okay, no, don’t do that. Focus on the fire. Be casual - give him space. Barnaby nonchalantly pokes the coals with the fire stick.

Wally sighs - such a small sound that the crickets almost drown it out. But Barnaby has big ears, and they perk up. When does Wally ever sound frustrated? Curse him, but Barnaby finds it novel. Wally shifts on the rock, curling up impossibly tighter and turning his head away. Barnaby watches the back of his hood. 

“I don’t think I’m a good person,” Wally admits in the smallest, deadest voice Barnaby has ever heard. 

“What?” Barnaby says, or he means to. The air in his throat doesn’t quite form sound. He turns to Wally and clenches his paws on his knees to keep from reaching, floundering for words. 

How could he - why would he - who told him that he - 

“What do you mean?” Barnaby says, a disbelieving chuckle slipping out. “Wally, kid - you’re the best guy I know. You’re my best guy. Out of all the ways I could describe you, a bad person isn’t one of ‘em.”

Wally whips his head around, his eyes flashing - Barnaby tenses his entire body to keep from recoiling, though he can’t keep his eyes from widening.

For a second there he thought… he thought he saw… it must have been the firelight reflecting in Wally’s dark eyes.

Wally’s intense gaze pierces straight into Barnaby’s soul. He feels flayed raw and seen in a way that makes him want to run. But there’s something else. Something scared. Wally is searching for something, and Barnaby doesn’t know what or how to give it to him. His claws splinter bark.

As soon as it appeared, the look fades. Barnaby can take deep breaths again, and he lets go of the log. Wally blinks slowly and lets his sleepy gaze slide back to the fire. “I don’t know… maybe.”

Barnaby carefully lays a paw on Wally’s back. “You’re a good person, Wally. I don’t know who told you otherwise, but don’t listen to ‘em. You’re a fantastic friend, an even better best friend, and I gotta say - you make a pretty bang-up wizard. You’re the most.”

“I’m the most?” Wally murmurs, sounding surprised. He makes a sound that might be a laugh, might be a scoff. “No… you’re the most.”

“Tell ya what- we’re both the most.”

Wally casts him a sideways look, but doesn’t protest further. He hums.

“C’mon, lil’ wizard,” Barnaby says with a pat to his back, “let’s give the fire a break and turn in for the night.”

Just as he was starting to relax, Wally shies away from his touch, curling up like one of those shelled bugs Frank likes so much. “I think I’ll stay up a little longer.”

Barnaby swallows down the hurt and pulls away. “Alrighty. Don’t stay up too late - we got a day tomorrow.” 

“Ha. I know.”

With that, Barnaby stands. He gently squeezes Wally’s nape through the hood as he passes, and breathes a silent sigh of relief at how Wally leans into the touch.

All’s forgiven. Though he isn’t sure what for… whatever Barnaby said or did wrong, he’s just glad Wally doesn't mind.

Barnaby clambers into the tent and another shiver ripples through his fur. All the darn heat leeched out of it... He wraps himself in his thin, too-small blanket and shivers as hard as he can manage to generate some kind of warmth. It’ll heat up soon, he just has to wait. Wally usually casts a little sun spell on cold nights, but Barnaby can do without. Even if the tent gets comfortably warm, Barnaby isn’t sure if he’ll sleep.

Wally didn’t believe him. 

And Barnaby doesn’t know how to make him believe.

How could he think that he isn’t a good person? Barnaby meant what he said - Wally is the best person he knows. Wally is kind, patient, and just - just - him. There isn’t a single bad thing about him. Barnaby is so proud to call him his best friend. 

There has to be something that started this. A moment that made Wally doubt himself. Did someone say something? Not anyone in the Neighborhood, they all love Wally to pieces. He’s their wizard! He’s saved their lives and countless others, and their group simply wouldn’t be complete without him. He rounds them off with an artsy flourish.

So. There’s no reason that Wally should be feeling like this. But that look in his eyes… the guilt… there’s something else going on. Something deeper than just ‘I’m scared I’m a bad person.’ 

Something is wrong. 

Firelight flickers outside the tent, and Barnaby watches it until it goes dark.

[pink-onyx-au]

i have the feeling that pink onyx would mug poeple who litter

Yeah. Violent forest guardian.

[Disclaimer: Steven asks that everyone camp responsibly. Also recycle please and thank you. No Smokeys were harmed in the making of this doodle]

[collabwithmyself]

assorted aus i don't have the energy to explain

⚠️ suggestive under the cut

[sweetybaty]

I made on the sims 3 how I kinda imagine Flaky's cabin looks like in my fic :D Tho it looks kinda big, I imagine it more small and thinner, I not good with proportions in that game, this was really fun honestly (not the stairs), maybe I'll do Flippy's and her house back in town too someday Also Flaky's room ended up being long but I envision it shorter, much shorter tehee

[mugzymiik]

ive embraced my cringe 👍

special thanks to @astronic-fr for sending me a lot of these btw :D!!

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Btw Did something happen to sons wings in the fire?

Can you make them go invisible or did they get burned away?

He can make his wings disappear and reappear at will.

[imagionary]

could we get some spruce? hes Such a character and needs a whole lotta love

I love Spruce! He and Chip have known each other for so long, and count each other like brothers. Spruce misses their old cabin that they built together,,

[acoraxia]

is there ever a moment in requiem au where Erlang gets startled by just how young Wukong is. if he was any different he would be considered a child, not a weapon

Yes; please take in mind that despite the fact Wukong is immortal and lived a good 50 or so years — he was still young. Incredibly so compared to most other celestials and he presented himself as such. Even in LMK he is younger than he seems to be in present time. Erlang was sent down to kill him when he was an infant — and considering how time works in Heaven that was a little over 5 days ago for him.

He meets Wukong again and asks how old he is and Wukong answers earnestly. He hasn’t even lived a full life yet, he hasn’t grown at all. He’s still learning. It’s like looking down at a younger version of himself and Erlang still makes the mistake of treating Wukong as a weapon (something something continuing the cycle of abuse)