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.


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

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.


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.

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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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.


You have a repetitive dream. You dream of a tree. Red and burning like one big fireball from the outside but gnarled and rotting from the inside. The roots expand out far under the earth like giant claws; so much so that if you pull it from the soil the tree would look almost symmetrical on both sides. They grow down, stealing all the water from the area. No green is nurtured; all that survive is the hardiest of weeds, which grow scraggly and sparse. The tree is dying. Branches cut off the lifeblood to their own twigs and leaves. It’s unnatural. From these actions, the tree is putrefying itself. When you try to find warmth from it. Invisible chains locked you in place. Binding you, unforgiving, against the tree. You are a small twig on that tree, but you have no leaves of your own. You are dry and broken, a dead limb. But still, you stay.

When you feel hungry, the tree taunts you with fruit, dangling them in front of you, then snatching them away before you can get a taste. When you feel thirsty, the tree shapes its leaves into cups, in which it pools rain. Then it lets the water trickle onto you, soaking all but your lips, torturing your burning throat. When you hurt, the chains tighten, forcing the bark further into your flesh, like shattered glass. And when you are almost gone, staring into the face of death, only then does it allow you to taste its fruit. Then it slips water between your cracked lips, bringing life back to the desert your mouth had become. Shoving death away, only so the tree could torture you again. The tree ignites and the ground opens and before you can open your mouth to scream, you open your eyes and you are safe in your bed. You think nothing of it. Going about your day. It is normal to dream of the same thing over and over, right? Then you see it, standing in the distant field. A big red tree, burning as bright as the sun. Locals call it “The Blood Tree” and it has been around before Ashbourne was founded.

Plot Info:

Hi guys! This is Cursed Blood first global event. Basically every refugee is having this same exact dream and it will be up to your character if they share it with someone else or if they want to try and find out more about it.

Some things things to keep in mind:

  • The tree is real and the more you pay attention around town the more you will see it printed in logos, on the town’s welcome sign, etc.
  • Everyone seems to worship it but nobody really likes to talk about it or the reasons why. If a refugee would ask a local for information you’d notice them getting a little nervous about it and go off topic.
  • If you play a local and the conversation comes up in a convo then feel free to either play dumb or simply shrug it off or make something up since everyone has a different theory about it anyway. Some think its just a tree, what is the big deal?
  • The dreams are very vivid and your character will wake up feeling a little drained of their energy. Nothing a hearty breakfast won’t fix, but still sucks.
  • There is no real action required from you guys but you can start bringing this up in conversations, personals, etc.

We will be adding more information about the tree itself later on. HAVE FUN KIDS!

omny87  asked:

"You come across an enchanted Vorest! Hungry, voracious vore trees as far as the eye can see! I, the Vorelock, have created the Vorest you see before you! Dare you enter my magical realm?"

…What’s nuts about that is apparently there is a forest sorta like that (At least, the trees do eat you) in Mortal Kombat: Shaolin Warriors, based on an actual rumor about Mortal Kombat 2 in-fact.

And, TBH, the Vorelock totally sounds like a legit-cool villain for a D&D campaign, one I may have to use sometime…

utau-the-oreo-god  asked:

So beta will you be taking care of alpha from here on out? Or will alpha go his own way?

He might need a little help so i think i’ll stick with him for now *Looks over at Alpha who’s aggressively biting a tree*

Alpha: “hungry….Oreo??”

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.

No you see Jesus was talking about a literal tree.

Matt. 21:18-22:

Early in the morning, as Jesus was on his way back to the city, he was hungry. Seeing a fig tree by the road, he went up to it but found nothing on it except leaves. Then he said to it, “May you never bear fruit again!” Immediately the tree withered. When the disciples saw this, they were amazed. “How did the fig tree wither so quickly?” they asked. Jesus replied, “Truly I tell you, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and it will be done. If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.”

See? It’s okay! He killed the tree, apocalpyse cancelled.