#mossy-kit

[polkadotpatterson]

For the ask game:

For Dot + Workman: 4 (in general types or specific shows, 12, and/or 25 (🥺) 

And then also and/or Salt coven for 15, and/or 37 bc now I'm thinking of salt movie night

4. Their favorite show to watch together?

I'm gonna be real I am perpetually bad at knowing what media any characters would like. I could see them both enjoying documentaries tbh? That's my vague answer lol

12. Who prefers calling to texting (& vice versa)?

I think when Dot was away in the Core and Dallas they tried to call each other whenever possible so they could properly talk!

...and now I'm thinking, what if Dot's fingers aren't particularly compatible with phone touchscreens, so they have to make a lot of extra effort to text either bc they have to wrestle with the screen, or bc they had to get an ancient nokia or something similar with buttons, and texting that way is its own kind of struggle. so, calling!

25. (a lil sappy, but..) What do they like about each other?

ough... I think the main thing has always been that they just Get Each Other in ways that other people can't. They both have that love of the sport and that great synchronicity when they play together, and they understand what it's like to be irrevocably changed by it in more ways than most players, to have their old lives stripped away and have their bodies made into something unfamiliar. and they help each other deal with that and work through it! it's good to have someone around who just understands you. kindred spirits. you know how it is

Beyond that, Dot likes that Workman is just such a warm person, someone who brightens up the room and makes them smile, makes them feel more at ease in any situation. Workman likes all the little things about Dot that the blessing tried to hide but couldn't, like their sense of humour and their devotion to their team, and of course how good they are with Beasley and how Workman can trust that Dot is the right person to take care of him when they're not around :')

SALT COVEN MOVIE NIGHT!!! this is such a fun concept. has everyone read the salt? read the salt

15. Who's the first to cry during movies that don't seem sad?

I think this definitely depends on the movie! Like, they can't watch anything with ocean scenes in it when SomeThing is around bc it gets upset and bad things happen when it gets upset!!! I think Dian would probably cry at some things in movies. Yado will cry at cute animal scenes. Phoenecia might cry a bit at a scene that reminded her too much of her old life and then she'd have to insist that this isn't crying, it's the new Moisturization Ducts that she gave herself, they're very efficient

37. Who wanted to see Oppenheimer; who Barbie? Did they switch opinions after?

I feel like this is a bit harder for me to answer when I still haven't seen either of them, but here's my best attempt at sorting them:

Team Barbie: Dian, Yado, Jenkins, Elodie, Carson (edit: KEVIN I forgot about Kevin)

Team Oppenheimer: Mehr, Austin, Weston, Phoenicia, Minh, SomeThing

Really doesn't care about any of this: Milo

I know Elodie and Minh aren't part of the coven (and technically neither is Carson) but I think this is funnier if it's Team Movie Night Double Feature and Elodie is happy to go bc yay team bonding! and meanwhile Minh is like what is the secret plan, why are you dragging me out here for this, is this an ominous threat about how you're building your own atomic salt bomb or what??? he's not having a good time

[cryinginblaseball]

🖍🤔 for the ask game :)

Oh, hello, I didn't see you there.

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

Quinn dreamt about fire, curling beautifully into space, klaxons singing all around her.

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I really want to work more on EPCLOT but I haven't had the time! But it's a fun idea that I love and I get to hurt our players :3

Thanks for the ask, buddy!

[jayietheriverwarrior]

She opened her eyes. Daylight dazzled her.

“You’re awake!” Mothwing gasped beside her.

The air was cold, the light harsh. Frostpaw began to make out Mothwing’s “face. Behind her trembling mentor, she saw Sunbeam and Duskfur and Mistpaw. They were all here. She struggled to lift her head and saw Nightheart and Graypaw and, crowding the entrance, Nightsky and Minnowtail. Outside, her clanmates were jostling to see in. Their eyes were fixed on her, wide and shining with joy as she looked back at them. Her heart skipped a beat. They were waiting for me. They wanted me to come back. The realization filled Frostpaw with an emotion so strong, her throat tightened. She couldn’t speak. She felt a rough tongue lapping her head.

“Don’t rush to sit up.” Mothwing was washing her like a queen washing her kit. She sat back, her eyes bright with joy. “Take as much time as you need. We’re just glad you’re with us again.”

Frostpaw was suddenly aware of how weak she felt, but the deathly heaviness had gone. And she was hungry. Then she saw Tree.

The SkyClan tom was outside, blinking at her from among her Clanmates. “You heard the singing.” He pushed his way into the den. “It brought you back.”

“I was in StarClan,” she told him breathlessly. “Then I heard voices. They carried me here.”

“I’ve seen the Sisters do it,” he told her. “I wondered if it would work for you, so I fetched everyone I could think of. All the she-cats who love you.”

Frostpaw looked around once more at the faces of her Clanmates, and at Nightheart and Sunbeam. They really were shining with love for her. Her heart quickened. For the first time in moons, she didn’t feel alone.

I can't tell you how many hours I've spent tweaking the lighting and color filters on this. It's been multiple days of the drawing itself being done and just doing countless tweaking. I'm still not happy with it but I'm just. Done. I'm proud of how the poses and shading on the cats turned out and the composition of the piece, and I'm sure I'll be happier with it in a few months looking back on it, but right now I'm just. Blah.

Frostpaw is of course in the nest with a slathering of cobwebs over her throat wound, Mothwing is licking her head while Duskfur is leaning over her. Then in the middle row we have from left to right Sunbeam, Mistpaw, Tree, Nightheart, and Graypaw, then in the front on the left is Nightsky, then Icewing in the very corner of the image, with Minnowtail (who needs a new ref sheet but the new TEQ kiddies will probably get theirs first) just behind her.

The RiverClan medicine den is described as under a thorn bush overhanging a stream between two mossy rocks, with a stretch of pebbles in front of the den, and herbs hidden behind reeds within the den, so I tried to show all of that accurately.

[chasing-faith-and-fate]

And there’s the last ones- Mintswan and Valleyfrost’s kits! None of them are okay! (Very sad Mint died giving birth)

Phloxchase: King of crash out let me fucking tell you- broke up and got back together with his girlfriend SEVEN times! Got 3 of his apprentices killed, fully hates his one son, somehow always fuck up on patrols- especially when involving the other clans. He was Valleyfrost special little guy, best friends really and after she was killed he had like fights with his sisters constantly. I was able to fix his relationship to his son and then he fucked it up so fast again, and broke up with his girlfriend AGAIN- and then he died. He died of a heart attack during clan wars.

Mossypoppy: Mossy? More like messy, holy shit. Very happy child, very loved, somehow ended up with a kill count of five cats… girl what the fuck- one of them was her mom Valleyfrost, and three of the others were her mates. Had four kits over those three mates, and did love them very much! Her last victim was just a random cat in clan she had beef with. She was Loving while killing two of those mates btw! She died after being exiled after fucking confessing her crimes to the leader.

Burnlaural: Burn is as her name may imply, burns bridges left and right, she hates, FULLY in the red with everyone in clan. I don’t know how she did it and I don’t know where she went, she just got lost one moon and died out there one day. I cannot tell you how she managed to have only negative reactions and interactions but she did succeed in that. I’m genuinely know nothing about her, she lived to 57m before going missing and she never did anything but be pissed or piss off others.

[jasperthehatchet]

I upgraded my altiods tin sewing kit! (More details are in the image ID)

I added more needles, safety pins, thread, and a sharp pair of thread scissors just small enough to fit inside the tin. There's usually two needle threaders in here but one is in use atm. And there's enough stuff inside to fit perfectly so that the lid can close all the way and nothing slides around so that's nice

I am gonna post my little altiods tin emergency chronic pain/migraine kit within the next few days as well so keep an eye out for that if you're intrested

[ID: various pictures of a metal altoids tin, about 3.5 inches by 2 inches, with sewing supplies inside. A little bag of silver safety pins, varying colors of thread on 5 small spools, more colors of thread wrapped around two small rolls of paper and inside a small plastic bag, a folded piece of paper measuring tape, a small pair of orange thread scissors, a needle threader, and some buttons inside a little bag. There are varying sizes and types of sewing needles that are stuck in a small rectangular piece of green felt that fits on top of everything inside the tin. It has sharps, darning needles, embroidery needles and one curved needle.

The colors of thread included are: light pink, a muted rusty orange, white, a few shades of light brown and off white all wrapped around one piece of rolled paper. The other paper rool has more vibrant saturated colors including red, blue, yellow, dark green, and orange. The little bag had extra recycled pieces of thread i salvaged from other projects that are long enough to still be used. And the colors on the 5 small spools are black, dark mossy warm green, dark brown, light brown and white. End ID]

[badsongpetey]

Lance talks Hunk into going with him to find a secret waterfall deep in the forest, rumored for it’s pure, clear water. As they walk thru the dense foliage, Hunk stammers, “They say it’s… haunted.” Lance scoffs, “That only means we’ll have the place to ourselves!”

After hours of hiking, just when they're about to give up and admit the waterfall was some kind of wilderness myth, the trees part and before them is something out of a movie.A gentle waterfall splashes down a mossy, flower-covered cliff side into a pool of water so clear and pure, that if it weren't for the sunlight sparkling off the surface, it wouldn't even be visible.

Lance crows, triumphant, and tossing off his shirt and shoes wastes no time cannon balling into the center of the pool.

"Lance!!" Hunk shouts when Lance resurfaces, "We need to test it first!"

Lance huffs and throws his arms in the air, splashing Hunk. "Dude! My MAN! Look at this, it's pristine! And fucking WARM! Must be some hot spring. GET IN HERE!"

"NOT until I test it. YOU might not mind spending the night barfing up a lung from some weird secret waterfall bug, but I do." Hunk sighs and removes his pack, crouching down to rifle through it to find his test kit.

Lance huffs again, but resigns himself to letting Hunk be Hunk, and tips to float on his back in the buoyant water. Closing his eyes he thinks this is the perfect reward for all that hiking, it's possibly the most relaxed he's ever been in his life.

That is until, "LANCE!!" Hunk whisper-shouts at him.

Lance cracks open one eye to look over at his friend. "Don't need to shout, right here."

"Lance, who's that??" Hunk visibly blanches as he points to something behind Lance.

"Har har, very funny, stop stalling..." Lance mutters as he spins to find himself nose to nose with... something...

[fadedsweater]

WIP Wednesday (Veilguard Spoilers!!)

Not tagging anyone but feel free to consider yourself tagged if you want to join in 💛

Finishing Veilguard has dragged me back into the pits of solavellan hell(heaven?) and also gave me a ton of writing energy. I started a post-Veilguard solavellan fic the same night I finished the game to process some of my feelings, and it's slowly growing into a bigger fic than I'd planned. Here's a tidbit from that:

Eira looks over her shoulder, out into the soft green of the forest clearing where she left Solas. He is staring after her as if he doesn't know what to do with himself. That's all right. She has been given, by some small miracle, the tools she needs to do what must be done next.

Solas watches her work, a faraway look on his face. He sits where he directs her, on an overturned log beside the fire-pit. It is not difficult to reignite it, and the old mossy wood from the nearby pile works well enough as fuel. The fire sputters for a while, smoking angrily over the damp, but eventually it evens out into something she can use.

The rest is muscle memory, habits she's had since childhood: Gather the wash basin and hang it over the fire. Open the healing kits and prepare soap, bandages, salves and tinctures. Spread out a wool blanket to keep the injured clean and warm and dry.

When she's done, she turns to him and gestures to his armor. Solas hesitates. Then, with a voice she now recognizes as raspy with injury, he says, “They will heal of their own accord, given time.”

Eira kneels in the soft grass before him. “I won't force you,” she says softly, and runs her thumb over the back of his hand. “But I know you are hurting. Please, let me help.”

Solas makes a soft, sad sound. His face is still shiny with tears, illuminated by the flicker of the fire; she wonders if he's been crying all this time, since the moment they stepped together through the tear in the Veil.

She wipes his face with her sleeve and he looks at her with such love and devotion that she almost starts crying, too. 

Slowly, Solas begins to unfasten his armor. 

[frogs-crackcorner]

Choose your own story: Fae edition

Welcome to Choose Your Own Story, where I set the scene and you write the story!

It's been centuries since the fae and mortal world's combined. Most humans had died during the great war. Those that survived were seen as lowly creatures or animals, many became slaves. Those that didn't were sold as pets to the wealthy fae. Humans became increasingly more rare. This is how you find yourself surrounded by four, rather intimidating, fae generals. The king decided to reward their hard work by gifting you to them.

The fiercest and leader among them was Price. A broad, sturdy man with a thick beard and bits of mossy green dotting his skin. He was said to be a monster on the battlefield. He could bend and command the earth to his will. Rocks would break and explode, vines would decimate enemy armies. He was truly the best of them all.

Next in command was Ghost. He was tall, hulking mass of muscle. A large gash in his cheek hung open revealing his molars and his body was covered in scars and wounds that never seemed to fully heal. It must be part of his magic because liquid never spilled out of his mouth as he drank. Ghost was the commander of death. Sudden and silent, his power of disease wiped out armies without a single arrow fired.

After Ghost came Gaz. Gaz was a charming, slender fae. With dark skin and bright eyes, it was hard to suspect him as being a formidable warrior. He was known to be able to drown a thousand men without anyone ever seeing a drop of water. His power of water was also highly regarded for supplying fresh water to exhausted soldiers.

Last up was Mactavish. A muscular man with a wild Mohawk and fiery eyes. He was the wild card. His power of fire was known to get out of hand on occasion. He had an obsession with explosions and destruction, he seemed to thrive in the chaos. He was unwavering, unpredictable, and undefeated.

As ruthless as these men were, they knew how fragile mortals could be. They made sure to get plenty of enrichment for you. Any activity you wanted to do they made it happen. Sewing kits. Bowling pins. Acrylic paints. Swings. Soccer balls. Any hobby you decided to try they made sure you had everything you needed. They built a library for you in the house. Put a garden in the backyard. You practically had your own little zoo with the amount of animals they got you.

They also made sure to give you plenty of tasks to do. A list of tricks that all humans should know. How to sweep. How to wash a dish. How to get dressed. How to feed themselves .The list goes on. Every fae that owns a human should know how much work they are. Humans are not as developed or cultured as the fae are, every fae knows that to be fact.

Sure, they can be a little demeaning at times but you were used to that. It's how every fae treated you and some were down right cruel. But you knew these four were well intentioned albeit a little misguided. They really did care for you. The high class society they had grown up in had taught them that humans were low life forms that should be cared for similar to house pets. Humans were things to own and show off.

You were taught the same. Your whole purpose in life was to be owned. To be a good pet. You had been sent to school at the age of 13 to be taught how to be a pet. But deep down, you knew you wanted more. You were smart. You could do so much more than be a party trick. Deep down, you didn't want to be just a pet.

Now you have a choice to make

[mouseclan-clangen]

Chapter 1 - Moon 9 - Green Leaf

During this Green Leaf the two apprentices spend almost all their time together, becoming inseparable besides going out for patrols. They are becoming more used to their version of clan life, with just the two of them providing for each other. Lazing in the hot sun and cuddling during the sweltering nights has become the norm.

Early on in the moon, when Charpaw goes on patrol they come across a set of tunnels and start to explore. They come face to face with a fox. The two creatures stare each other down and Charpaw slowly backs away, leaving unscathed.

Later, on Galepaw's patrol he hears the sounds of a mewing kitten on the wind. He follows the sporadic cries to a mossy outcropping of stone. Underneath it is the cold body of a queen and a gasping kit. Galepaw tries to help the kit, but fails, it was barely hanging on in the first place. He sits there for hours- feeling paralyzed and questioning how he can call himself a healer. By the time dusk arrives Charpaw tracked his scent down and sits with him while he cries. Galepaw has reached the age of 12 moons.

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[polkadotpatterson]

Ooh what about ship bingo for [redacted] and [redacted]. As a treat :)

I mean I think we can say that one of them is Spears Nolan so people are slightly less completely confused by this, so here's spears and his secret gf lol

[wooly-ids]

weirdcore / dream core ID pack for ...

a discord user

NAMES

ANIMALS : Chev (Short for chevrotain), Moss (or Mo), mothy, hare, fawnly, birdee, beetle, buggy, bugby, sparrow, sprite, frog, froggy, froge, foxy, larkling, pup, kit, snak, snake, snek, fisshu, fish, PLANTS & LOCATIONS : Oceana, mossy, twilight, rainy, rain, stormy, storm, meadow, meddy, thunder, thunderly, frost, hoarfrost, lichen, lichy, frosty, snowy, icey, tide, ocina, sky, ripple, rippel, stream, lily, rose, mushy, mush EMOTIONS N ITEMS : dreamy, achey, teeth, velvet, yearn, glitchy, pulse, heartbeat, heartbreak, haunt, fady, fading, faid, shivver, doubt, worry, love, oddling, drift, phantom, faint, liminal, nostal, Key, static, Compass, silver, spoon, Forky, locket, echo, phone, post, cardee, ghosty, ghost, spooks, pin, murmur, mug, vinyl, ticket, pale, mirror, thread

PRONOUNS

Weird/weirdself, odd/oddself, key/keyself, nos/nosself, nox/noxself, stat/statself, static/staticself, ap/apself, fru/fruself, mush/mushself, Moss/moss-self, pop/popself, shrooms/shroomself, ghost/ghostself, echo/echoself, strange/strangeself, winde/windeself, clock/clock self, stone/stone self, creep/creep self, liminal/liminalself, lim/limself, ina/inaself, film/filmself, noir/noirself, mist/mist self, mystery/mysteryself.

GENDERS N IDENTITIES

MascTVthing -- 4 of the listica type -- dreamcoredollic & Weirdcoredollic -- blendreamic -- Liminalspacestalgic -- Snowyroadic -- Oddcoric (Fandom wiki) -- Emptic -- fishteleveisic -- Oldreamsgender (Pinterest) -- Parantoboy/girl (PInterest) -- Nyctobscurthing (PINTEREST) -- Stickerdecorated (Pinterest) --ghostvitic (Pinterest) -- Spiaircea (Pinterest) -- Flowieeamic (pinterest) -- Staticgender (Pinterest) -- Scribblegender (Pinterest) -- dollcorpsic (Pinterest) -- Gremlingender (Pinterest) -- Marainotroic (Pinterest) -- existinaut (Pinterest) --

[bunnithechubs]

would this be annoying question to ask (hopefully not) but how did you learn your sim style! I’m currently wanting to learn a new style that doesn’t look 🤢 and i love the way you create your sims! tips and tricks - I would love to learn from you!

There are NO annoying questions! Ask as many as you like. To preface I am much better at making feminine sims than I am at masculine sims (imho). Also, get ready for me to yaaaaaap :D

expose yourself to a lot of different sim styles and get yourself inspired, make sure if you take too much inspiration that you give proper credit!

do yourself a favor and if you're able - download as many sliders and presets you can find. This includes body presets too!! THIS single handedly got me better at making sims what the game has is good but you're pretty limited.

Give your sims a favorite feature- this will help you with making your sims look different. I'm a nose girl, idk why but I usually give my sims some cool and different nose shapes.

If possible get yourself a few good skins/skin details. I like to think it's the little details that make a sim really appealing. Like with Charlie I had a mole detail which put a mole on her lips and I was like THATS it. lol. I'll list some creators I use frequently below

DONT GIVE UP ON THEM. If you're like me you're going to hit that point in CAS where you are like WTF is going on. Keep adjusting features it will eventually work itself out.

BONUS: Have a purpose for them. What are they like? What career will they have? Do they have any little quirks like they have a favorite pair of jeans they wear a lot. Are they a shoe person? Are they fashionable? Are they bold? Are they messy or put together?

BONUS 2: I always ask myself do I have something I already purchased before I use CC. This is just for us peeps that use too much cc and not the stuff we actually paid for. Cause in this economy.... I better be using what I paid for.

I hope this helps and sorry for the yap session, your millennial granny likes to share. Under the cut are some creators I use a lot!

Skins: I mostly use northern siberia winds and nesurri. Some faves in the community are sims3melancholic and mossy lane.

Skin Details:

little details by @nesurii all about face by @pyxiidis face kit 2 by miiko face details by @okruee

[shardssystem]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love 💞

Luckily, I have written at least five things! <sigh of relief>

In no particular order:

Once Was Lost - The start of it all. I still “enjoy” the feeling that the inevitable approach to the gallows gives.

To Tame A Tiger - We are all miss Blaseball, RIV, and all that. I wasn’t as active as I would’ve liked, but I’m still proud of this piece, and how it gives a bit of character to an underrepresented player.

Future Past - While Once Was Lost is the start of things, this is where a little of the meat of the story starts coming into play.

Pulling Loose The Threads - Escalation is the name of the game here, and shows a solid link to the established canon, which I’m always wary about doing.

Holiday In Eorzea - Not just a Dead Kennedys reference! This is easily the most ambitious thing I’ve written to date, and it’s far from over. The sad thing in my mind is that it comes after a lot of other parts that are yet to be written. But sometimes, stories have their time and demand it.

Thanks for the ask, @brasideios! I’ll leave the floor open for anyone else who would like, but I’d like to hear from @kosmosxipo , @mossy-kit, and @cyndakip - Talk some Spit!

[theworldbrewery]

1d8 places to camp in the woods

Under the spreading limbs of a gigantic elm beside the road. Many a traveler has camped here, each adding their name to carvings in the elm’s bark. A small lean-to shed stands stocked with dry firewood, and a large fire-pit has been lined with stones over the years.

In a secluded glade, inhabited by a herd of whitetail deer. The deer are unusually docile and unafraid of people. At the center of the glade there is a single block of granite, carved into the shape of a rounded idol. At night, fireflies congregate around the idol.

Beside a babbling brook, with a mossy wooden footbridge passing over it. The brook is teeming with fish, and a forgotten fishing pole is still wedged between two slats in the bridge. After a heavy rain, the water rises to cover the footbridge.

Within a small, stone roadside sanctuary. The sanctuary’s statues and walls are crumbling with age and overgrown with ivy. A colony of feral cats has made it their home. The oldest, a one-eyed tuxedo cat, greets all who enter her domain.

The still-standing but abandoned barn beside the burned remnants of a woodcutter’s cabin. A crude wooden memorial shrine is built there to honor those who perished in the fire; a bundle of withered weeds is tucked into the shrine as an offering to any restless souls left behind.

On the shore of a placid lake. Mists drift gently across its surface, and in the dark of night, a quiet song rises from amidst the cattails. In the gray hours before daybreak, a common loon calls out mournfully and fixes any approaching creature with the accusing stare of its red eye.

In a clearing ringed with quaking aspens. When freezing-cold breezes blow through in the night, the aspen leaves rattle, reminding travelers of a hushed warning, but high above, the stars shine brighter than ever before. A watchful owl hoots throughout the evening, but gives the camp a wide berth.

At the base of a waterfall, which spills down a rocky cascade before vanishing into a pothole in the stone. The water does not appear to resurface. It seems a message has been carved into the stone above the pothole, but the message has been worn away by the water. The rocky campsite is split in two by a massive toppled spruce; within its hollow trunk is a nesting pine marten and her kits.

[kiwistickers]

Mosspelt/Silverstream minicomic <3

A twitter user I follow hosted a Warrior Cats RAREPAIR tournament bracket, so here's some propaganda and appreciation for my favorite background character. <3

For those unfamiliar, Mosspelt is the queen who took in Graystripe/Silverstream's kits after her death. She is also the mother of Willowshine! I've always felt there was hidden potential in that adopted family dynamic, and that like to headcanon Mossy had a bit of a crush on Silverstream, hence her taking in the kits without question. A very bittersweet love, with unanswered questions of what could have been.

In canon, Feathertail really is the StarClan cat who first visits Willowpaw- however she doesn't recognize her? I find it strange RiverClan wouldn't have told stories about one of the original TNP journey cats, especially since its only been a few moons since they moved into the territory.

[pokemonshelterstories]

Rillaboom owner here. Recently I was the victim of a house fire. Me and my pokemon got out safe and my house was insured but we lost everything. Including the wood drum kit my rillaboom had grown. We're staying with my sister while my house is rebuilt and Keith is being an absolute trooper with all of this but I've had him since he was hatched and I can tell he's getting anxious. I did all my research before I got him, I know drumming is vital for a rillaboom's mental and emotional well being, but my sister lives in a built up area with few trees for him to access. How can I help him until we can go back home?

well, first off, im glad you guys made it out safe! i cant imagine how difficult going through that must have been.

i think your best bet is to contact either a company that does tree removal or someone who sells firewood. they would be likely to have some stumps that they would be happy to have taken off their hands! especially if you've got a case where someone had a tree removed for safety. hardwood would be ideal, but since this is a temporary solution until you guys have recovered from the fire, he should be okay with whatever wood he can get at this point. until then, if there are any mossy rocks in the area, rillaboom have been known to practice their percussion on those!

hope everything goes well for you and your buddy.