hungry tree


More baby birds!

These young magpies arrived at the centre recently after their nest was accidentally removed from a tree. Luckily they had not been harmed, but they were very hungry!

After a checkup from our vets they were moved into one of our incubators for some rest. They will be fed and cared for round the clock by our amazing volunteers and will stay with us until they are old enough to be released.

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Our orphaned animals are very hungry! Over their time at WAF they will eat their way through almost 15,000 cans of dog food and every little helps! If you would like to help us during our busiest season please consider donating. Every pound given helps us save more wildlife.

Taking a break from all those breeding and finally got the time to finish off Battle Tree. I’m taking days off work for New Year too! Yay!

Happy Holidays to everyone! :D
I know it’s a bit late but… oh, well!

I’m done with Super Singles for now. I’m gonna continue to Double and Multi after New Year.

Oh, my Dragonite destroyed Red’s whole team solo, twice, on normal and super single. I’m a bit disappointed tbh.

It’s still amusing tho how silent Red can be.

I also love how he just stand there waiting for us after his defeat, and then shoved all those Mega stones to our face without saying a word… Like, I imagine his face totally saying “Don’t say anything, I know you want it”.

And I just encountered Guzma, ma boi!
He’s levelled up to the title Pokemon Trainer. I’m so proud of him.

You can also scout Guzma and take him as your partner in Multi. I’m totally taking him when it’s time to face Red & Green.
(Still hoping to encounter him with his Golisopod tho)

If only our character can squat like him too!

I’ve also scouted Grimsley, Anabel, Colress, Mallow, and Cynthia along the way. I’m playing Moon, and I heard Sun has slightly different characters that you can scout… Is that true? Well, I haven’t seen Kiawe and Plumeria so far, even tho I’m sure I saw someone encountered them in Battle Tree.

I’m still trying to beat Wally! His Magnezone… it destroyed my team and broke my chain twice yo wtf

Sturdy + Magnet Rise + Bright Powder literally NOTHING hits it. That’s just dirty. Totally unfair.


For anyone wondering/needing help. Here’s my Battle Tree team for Singles:
(level them to at least 50 because it’s the cap for BT)

Adamant Dragonite @Choice Band + Outrage
(this set generally solo OHKOs everything that isn’t a wall or doesn’t resist it, only problem is Dragonite is pretty slow and weak to ice)

Timid Tapu Koko @Life Orb + Thunderbolt
(backs up when Dragonite is down)

Timid Gengar @Gengarite/PoisoniumZ + Sludge Bomb & Shadow Ball
(fairy killer and speed backup if Outrage fails)

**Mentioned moves are mandatory, the rest is your call. All mons preferably have perfect IVs/Hyper Trained & fully EV trained.


Never thought I’d breathe this in the wild…..

[SCENARIO] GardenFairy!Wonwoo

Just because I toooOoOoOtally don’t have 104398234 other works in progress……… :) I’m sorry this ended up way longer than I’d intended for it to be AHH the idea stemmed from a small talk between Hoshit and I, what the hell happened??

((((Also heavily featuring Mingyu because Meanie is life))))


Originally posted by jihanmeanietrash

  • okay so lets just say
  • Wonwoo’s a garden fairy that’s only five inches tall
  • With wings
  • He can shapeshift himself into a human-sized entity, but that kind of drains his powers a lot, so he tries his best to stay fairy-sized for as long as necessary
  • This tiny winged boi has been guarding this patch of grass at the back of a small single-story terrace house for the longest time. 
  • His calling is to care for the gardens of the one that lives in the house
  • But the house has been left uninhabited for almost a dozen years
  • Wonwoo’s just left to wander about the fields
  • Yunno, just to make sure they stay healthy and green
  • He can’t really leave too, since it’s basically the sole purpose of his existence
  • Eventually gets too lazy and/or tired to tend to the weeds that are overwhelming the plot
  • Potential tenants enter the house with the landlord, but most of the time they leave without any promise to return
  • He even gets disdainful glares from the women when they glance out at the untended garden
  • But it’s not his fault…
  • It gets really lonely sometime and he gets unmotivated to carry out his job especially since there’s no one there to help him
  • Anyway

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Pompeii 34


Sakura placed her dreamcatcher downstairs, looking around guiltily as she did so. She knew that her friends would have a quite a bit to say about what she was about to attempt. Sakura covered the dreamcatcher with a sheet, hoping that her recklessness would pay off. It was a gamble, but for the answers she sought, it would be more than worth it.

Sakura climbed the stairs to her apartment once more, blinking as she saw Sai sitting outside her front door. He hadn’t been there five minutes prior, but Sakura was becoming accustomed to the abrupt comings and goings of those around her. Time and manners worked differently in Pompeii than they did in New York and she had to remember that.

“Hi Sai,” she said, pushing open the front door as he stood. “What brings you my way tonight?”

“Yamato and your neighbor are bickering again,” he said as he pushed past her, seeking the haven of her couch. He curled himself up there and watched her with unblinking, doleful eyes.

“Again?” Sakura repeated. She moved into the kitchen, rummaging through her drawers and grabbing a melatonin tablet. She chewed it, grimacing. It was just as well that Sai had arrived. Sakura was too keyed up for sleep at the moment. She might as well bake. “Have they been fighting often?” She paused in her search, thinking. “They did just fine at dinner the other night. It was awkward, but neighborly dinners often are.”

“Ours are not,” Sai pointed out. “They are conversing outside from their balconies. It seemed tense. Perhaps I misunderstood. You mentioned having dinner with them. Perhaps it is part of a specialized mating ritual?”

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Soul (Jimin x Reader)

You’ve never really had angelic tendencies, and Jimin’s never really encouraged them; he is, after all, a demon.

a collab with @taesthetes and @zephyoongist

SummaryYoongi | Hoseok | Taehyung | Jin | Jungkook | Namjoon (M)

fluff, 2.5k words, jimin/reader, angel + demon au

You first meet Jimin when you’re five years old, your white wings barely functional; carefully, cautiously, you try to lower yourself onto the ground, and manage to accidentally land in a pile of…deer…poop. You wince and gag.

Jimin, who had been chasing flitting shadows and stretching his ebony wings nearby, witnesses the incident and laughs, (unbearably) loudly.

“Shut up,” you growl, clenching your fists. “Mind your own business, damn demon.

He only laughs harder, as if set on pissing you off. Thoroughly annoyed, you bend down, grab a handful of the literal shit, and chuck it straight at his face.

He doesn’t laugh at you for a good few years after that.

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The Living Forest is an arena located in Outworld. The trees themselves are sentient, some with faces that groan and roar. Some of the trees are hungry, and unsuspecting travelers may find themselves ensnared in their treacherous branches, and become devoured. In turn, those consumed become part of the forest. In one of the MK comics, the forest is said to have once been a part of Edenia, where it was known as the Laughing Forest, as the trees were jolly and filled with mirth.

Western Massachusetts Gothic
  • The hills rise up past cities and towns. They are dotted with firefly carcasses, flecks of industry through the trees, and hungry eyes.
  • The sound of train whistles echoes softly at night. Bears roam where the empty tracks were. There are no stations. You are a pioneer.
  • Bees? No. Wasps. Ladybugs. They survive the winter better than you now.
  • We want a casino. We do not want a casino. We want a casino. We do not want a casino. We want a casino. We do not want a casino. We want a casino. We do not want a casino. We want a casino. We do not want a casino. We want a casino.
    Outside, the wind blows through fields of empty wallets.
  • It is Christmas. There is snow. It is New Year’s. There is snow. It is MLK Day. There is snow. It is St Patrick’s Day. There is snow. Happy Easter. There is snow. Beneath the snow, there is snow.
  • Ghosts are everywhere. Wailing revolutionaries in tattered coats, alive and dead, wait outside of abandoned armories and abandoned houses.
  • The potholes from the never-ending chill of winter make roller coasters of backroads and highways. Soon cars will fly.
  • You want to send your representative a letter. One week later, it comes back unmarked. The mailperson shakes their grizzled head. The east does not exist. The east does not believe the west exists. You do not exist. Mail service in the void has been suspended until further notice.
  • The trash left against tree trunks has been there so long it will soon develop life of its own. You would like to hear its stories.
  • The Connecticut River is high. When you drive by again, it is low. On the way back you see dinosaurs roaming the dry valley their bones call home. Tomorrow it will be wet and high again.
  • The Vietnamese restaurant across the street now has signs in Spanish. Everyone speaks Spanish. Your family speaks Spanish. Try as you might, you cannot form your mouth into the words.
  • You finally have enough money to sign up for classes at one of the desperate colleges. But when you arrive they have doubled the price. They have tripled the price. They have quintupled the price. College will cost your life savings. The price is infinity. The limit does not exist. You collapse weeping.
  • The weatherperson’s promise of sun is an incantation against it. You buy a charm for rain.
  • Your blood type is black coffee. You must drive long distances to receive transfusions. Dunkin Donuts can put sugar in your veins, and Starbucks keeps you weak with diluted promises.
  • They say that history is alive in Massachusetts. It is true. The Revolutionary War has ended, but when you visit the National Armory Museum in Springfield you still hear the gunfire. Day, after day, after day.
  • “Why don’t you leave?” they ask. You cannot leave. You can never leave. When you ask for a ticket, they ask for a confirmation paper you never got. You can never leave.
  • The farther into the trees you go, the paler the human faces you see, and they swell like sullen moons when they tell you to move on, move on. There is no rest for the weary and no home for the abandoned.
All That Remains

{ Part 1 }


June ? July ?

Don’t know what month it is. Lost track ages ago. Hot. Somewhere in summer at least. Hard to run with the heat and pack on my back. I couldn’t do it. Even if it meant those monsters getting me. Watched Dad do it and just couldn’t. Blood and brains everywhere. Your parent’s blood spraying in your face is more traumatic than the dead rising. Don’t even know how I got out, a blur of adrenaline and blood and screaming. Remember hitting the grass in our backyard at least, so jumping happened. How the hell I didn’t break something I don’t know.

Left the diary I’d used there. In case anyone goes to my house. Remember me. Remember my parents. Remember all of us.


July ?

Got to be in July now. So hungry, didn’t grab that much food, couldn’t. Those things were crawling and shuffling over one another up the stairs, they almost got up. If anyone manages to get in they’ll find a good stash of supplies at least. Left dad’s gun so they’ll have that too. Not gonna use a gun, not after what happened with Mom. She abandoned us and let the dead come knocking. I can’t do that to myself, or any other survivors I might meet. I have the baseball bat, it’s done fine for now.

Don’t like getting up close and personal with the smelly flesh sacks, but it’s better than drawing every one of them to me within a few miles radius because of a gunshot.


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Vermont Gothic
  • The green feels strange on your feet as you stroll through the thawed meadow. It’s wispy strands seem to clutch onto your feet as you stroll. What is this strange green substance? Somewhere, deep inside your mind you feel as if you once knew, but it is gone now. Only speculation remains.
  • Driving down route 7, you see a car wreck. All New York and Mass plates. A wide grin begins to find it’s way over you as you speed past. The brightly colored leaves nod in approval.
  • They say the bloodstains found in the fresh snow were only from animals, but you know Timmy did not come home last night. In order for spring to begin, the winter must take it’s payment. Buds begin to sprout on the trees, and the temperature suddenly rises.
  • Spring is in the air and the roads subsequently turn to mud. Dirt roads no longer exist, and we are not sure how much longer the pavement is going to hold up.
  • Walking alone on a trail, you suddenly trip over a root. Before you have the chance to lift yourself up, a voice in the trees whispers your name. You forgot it was maple sugaring season. The trees are hungry.
  • Your shoe sticks in the mud. As you begin to sink deeper and deeper, you are glad. There will be a bountiful harvest this summer.
  • After years of living near the power plant, you begin to forget it even exists. The black and white spots developing on your skin must just be a rash, you say. Soon enough the only thing you can say is “moo”, and you come to realize something.

Tobiume (Noragami, Tenjin, Tsuyu)

Because doodling is my coping mechanism :D

As the poet A. Joyce Kilmer once said:

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.


prompt oo1. family bonds : the jones family.

E L I Z A   J O N E S  ( nee cartright ) : (  tamora taylor )
                  mother ( 49 yrs old ), jazz singer. muggle.
H E R C U L E S   J O N E S : ( jesse l. martin )
                 father ( 54 yrs old ), healer at st. mungo’s. hufflepuff alum. 
A N T H O N Y   J O N E S : ( jeffrey bowyer-chapman )
                 older brother ( 29 yrs old ), auror. slytherin alum.
H A R R I E T   T H O R P E  ( nee jones ) : ( megalyn echikunwoke )
                 older sister ( 27 yrs old ), housewife. squib. mother of four. wife of thomas thorpe.
A R I E T T A   J O N E S : ( kali hawk )
                 older sister ( 24 yrs old ), broomstick designer. ravenclaw alum.
G W E N O G   J O N E S : ( angel coulby )
                 ( 23 yrs old ), quiddich player. hufflepuff alum.
M A L C O L M   J O N E S : ( keiynan lonsdale )
                 younger brother ( 17 yrs old ), student at hogwarts. gryffindor.
W A L L Y   J O N E S : ( justice smith )
                 younger brother ( 15 yrs old ), student at hogwarts. twin of wanda. hufflepuff.
W A N D A   J O N E S : ( hannah bronfman )
                 younger sister ( 15 yrs old ), student at hogwarts. twin of wally. slytherin.
A A R O N   J O N E S : ( noah gray-cabey )
                 younger sibling ( 13 yrs old ), student at hogwarts. ravenclaw.