#BC wildfire

[pn-thoughtsofdread]

“Living is the art of getting used to what we didn’t expect.” —Eleanor C. Wood

I never expected to be sleeping on a mattress on the floor in a bedroom at a friends house. I never expected that we wouldn’t be able to see three cars ahead in the smoke. I know that the fire and evacuation is all i’ve posted about lately but really it’s kinda taking up a lot of my life and attention right now. For the most part we are safe, though been throughly covered in soot and ash. Everything is going to be okay. My family and I are safe, that’s all that matters. -PN

[darkdumbass]

Scenes from a fic I'm writing.

Wanted to try out something a bit different. Found this watercolor brush that looks pretty nice.

(edit: link to fic)

[seabeck]

I think it's bullshit that a logging company has been allowed to put up a gate limiting access to a trail owned by the forest service.

[ask-the-druggieverse]

3/4 (Continuation)

- ALT - DREAM: Sense I was still mentally and physically 6 years old DREAM: Him and Cross both had to raise me DREAM: It honestly felt like DREAM: "an older sibling taking care of their younger sibling because their parents died" DREAM: And despite having to take care of me... DREAM: He was very bad at hiding things I couldn't have PAST!DREAM: ?

- IDK - Many things, this backstory is based off of part my past and like... there are a bunch of wildfires happening rn (I think you can guess where I live with this information), none of the wildfires are heading directly to where I was but a few days ago there was a wildfire 30 minutes away from me :skull:

On a not so dangerous note, I sadly got carpel tunnel AGAIN and now my thumb is suffering, luckily I finished this while I could, I'm not taking a hiatus as I will still work on the next and probably last part of this ask and move onto other asks U_U

Also please do not tag anything on this blog as Cream/Cross x Dream on this specific blog/MAU, I won't repeat this on ALL posts but I'll re-say it if there's another post on this blog featuring Cross and Dream. Once I create a new blog for my other MAU/AU/AT(yes it's all 3 together) this rule won't apply because my other MAU does not have this specific dynamic for Cross and Dream.

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[allthecanadianpolitics]

The BC Wildfire Service has reported that seven wildfires ignited in B.C.’s Cariboo region Saturday afternoon. The only wildfire deemed to be burning out of control is at Burgess Creek. The fire is burning between Quesnel and Williams Lake and is an estimated 1,600 hectares, up from the 50 hectares reported on Saturday. Strong winds have led to the growth, according to the wildfire service.

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Tagging: @newsfromstolenland

[bellstrung]

“and to thee i say, merriest of days, mein liebling.”

DO NOT REBLOG.

[dfastback68]

Here’s some more post-canon Mihawk’s Home for Displaced Pirates, which continues to be very funny to me, except this time not from the POV of a Displaced Pirate. Now that I’ve got a boyfriend for King, I can throw in Katakuri. If I write more of this (as in, King and Katakuri actually interacting lmao) maybe I can consider it a whole fic and post it on AO3. Until then, please enjoy Katakuri getting flustered by the most beautiful man he’s ever seen under the cut 😊

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Having been born and raised in the New World, Katakuri hasn’t spent much time in Paradise, or any of the other four seas. He’s certainly made it his business to understand the geography of the rest of the world, and this has served him well in the years since he took stewardship of Totto Land. What the now-defunct World Government once considered a lawless operation is now the largest global exporter of flour and grain. They’d had the infrastructure; once Mama’s appetite was out of the equation, they were well primed to fill a considerable vacuum in world trade.

Not that it had been an entirely seamless transition. Their territories had suffered not just attacks from other pirates and the Navy, but significant flooding as well. Komugi had come out unscathed, but the smaller, low lying islands were not as lucky. Cacao Island took near catastrophic damage, and they lost almost all of their cocoa crop. What survived continues to struggle, and a number of rare strains are lost to them. They may be able to recover or replicate some of them, but the fruition of that process won’t happen in his lifetime.

Still, laying down the groundwork for full recovery is half of his job, and he takes it seriously. Despite the losses, there is some hope thanks to the meticulous record keeping of his brother, Mont-d’Or. Because of that, he’s been able to track down numerous exports and trades over the decades. There’s a particular type of cocoa tree they lost to the flooding, and their records show six of them were purchased and transported out of their territory within the last decade.

The actual receipt was harder to find, but ultimately he found the customer: Dracule Mihawk, located on Kuraigana Island. It’s lucky enough that Hawkeyes still lives there, moreso that he confirmed the trees are intact, and a mercy that he’s agreed to let Katakuri even come look at them. He hadn’t sounded thrilled about the entire affair, but Katakuri thinks that’s just how he normally sounds.

Kuraigana is a gloomy, dark island that fits the general aesthetic and demeanor of Hawkeyes. Katakuri understands the original kingdom here fell to ruin, and Hawkeyes had simply taken up roost. Now the castle grounds are meticulously kept, and the surrounding land is dense pine forests and freshwater lakes. The rest is sprawling farmland, both food and botanicals, tended by a curious army of monkeys.

He’s impressed. It takes a lot of work to achieve this sort of operation. Given the misty, cloudy nature of the island, there’s a lot to take into consideration to get anything to bloom around here.

The cocoa trees are in good company, though, growing in the dappled shade of towering oak trees. They’re mature, but Kakakuri still has to bend to one knee to inspect them. The leaves are vibrant and healthy, and the earth is rich and loomy, perfect for their roots. Hawkeyes, who barely comes up to his knees when he’s standing, is next to him.

“I can pay,” Katakuri says. “Extraction, transport and delivery.”

Mihawk frowns. “I was unaware you wanted the entire tree.”

Katakuri sighs. “We’re not going to get a lot of production out of just six trees. Back home, we can clone and reproduce them. Replenish the strain.”

“I understand that,” Mihawk says. “But they’re not mine to trade away. You’ll have to speak with Perona.”

This surprises Katakuri. He’d assumed everything here was under the purview of Mihawk himself. He’s not familiar with Perona’s name.

They walk back towards the castle. He keeps his pace slow to match Mihawk’s, which gives him time to admire the scenery. Everything about this place has been restored beautifully; cobblestone walkways, brick archways and wrought iron gates and trellises heavy with blooming vines. In the context of the island’s inherent gloom and mist, it makes for a very serene, peaceful landscape.

His pace slows when they pass an adjacent courtyard. Through the stone moon gate is a garden full of every color and variety of hydrangea, every one of them in full bloom. The enormous blossoms create a riot of pastels and whites and greens, woven around statuary and a bubbling water feature. Katakuri stops dead in his tracks when among all that beauty sits an angel.

He isn’t an angel, of course, but Katakuri knows who it is: King the Wildfire, once right hand man to Kaido and a rival to his own position among pirate crews. Katakuri has never seen him unmasked in person. After Kaido’s fall and King’s escape from the World Government, his bounty had been reissued and doubled, if only because the thought of a lunarian on the loose has been an affront to the Navy. His new bounty had been blurry, poorly angled, but obvious enough.

The picture didn’t do him justice at all. He’s stunningly handsome, the picture of masculine beauty even while he just sits there, head bent slightly as he reads from the book in his lap. He’s traded in the studded and spiked leather for jeans and breezy, cream colored shirt that’s open down nearly to his navel. It’s a perfect contrast against his dark skin, same as his white hair, which falls in a long braid over one shoulder. His wings are tucked close, black feathers glossy, nearly iridescent, though the right one is half gone.

King pauses halfway through turning the page of his book and looks up, red eyes landing directly on Katakuri, who immediately loses his nerve. Face blazing as he ducks his chin deeper into his scarf, he hurries to leave, catching up to Mihawk in only a few long strides. He can feel King’s piercing gaze on him until he’s out of his line of sight. His heart is pounding.

Mihawk doesn’t appear to have noticed anything amiss, but he does say: “I assume you recall the rules about fighting here?”

“I have no quarrel with him,” Katakuri says, a little too quickly. Mihawk has misunderstood his staring, which is a relief.

“Perona will be back later tonight. In time for dinner, at least,” Mihawk continues. “You’re welcome to join us.”

He hadn’t wanted to spend more than a day here, but he also hadn’t planned on needing to negotiate with anyone except Mihawk himself.

When he hesitates, Mihawk arches one brow, and says: “Alber will be there.”

Alber. Of course King isn’t his real name. And if that’s his given name, given so freely by Mihawk, what else can be learned about such an enigmatic figure? It’s likely the only chance he’ll ever get. He’s not even thinking about the cocoa trees anymore.

A bit belatedly, he also realizes Mihawk had not misunderstood his staring at all. He feels his face burn hot again. He should have known. Their mastery of Observation Haki might manifest differently, but they weren’t considered the best for nothing.

“If it’s no trouble,” he says, regretting it almost immediately. Agreeing to dinner is the same as eating in front of strangers, something he’s spent most of his life carefully avoiding. He’s not sure how he’ll pull it off without offending the host.

”None whatsoever,” Mihawk says. They stop at the doors. “Feel free to explore the grounds. Don’t mind the ghosts.”

Hawkeyes disappears inside before Katakuri can ask: what ghosts? Then he decides it’s probably a joke, judging by the look of this place. Given free reign, he looks back towards where the courtyard is, frozen to the spot with indecision. Eventually, he heads back towards the docks, to let the crew know they’ll be staying the night, at the very least.

He has no idea if he’ll leave with the trees by this time tomorrow, or any kind of agreement. It should be the first and only thing on his mind.

Instead, as he walks the path down to the docks, shiny cobblestone bordered by blooming rows of lavender, his thoughts circle back to a lunarian surrounded by hydrangeas.

[sieglinde-freud]

today i FINALLY got a friend that i have been asking for YEARS to play fire emblem (crazy part is i wasnt even the one who brought up fire emblem today. it was a whole thing and actually it was my other friend who just started who did most of the convincing for me (hence the YEARS ive been trying not being successful up until now) probably because shes normal about fire emblem) so i gave her my three houses copy bc. yanno. 60 dollar game. just play mine. unfortunately i am still right in the middle of fodlan brainrot and my golden deer playthrough. but luckily, i still have this:

THREE HOUSES: 2!!!!!!

[thesimselfsworld]

Jace Long (Human) ---> Wildfire Bishop (Spellcaster)

After Renee Bishop recognized his potential and granted him Spellcaster abilities, Jace compared his previous life, in which he was bullied, neglected, and alone, to his new life, in which he felt powerful, loved, and accepted, and resolved to leave the past behind. He changed his name, appearance, and personality as his self-esteem grew, becoming the wild, loveable, and loyal Wildfire that the Bishops and other Glimmerbrook residents know today.

There are times when he misses aspects of his old life, such as his parents and siblings, as well as his dog, all of whom had long forgotten him after he requested that Renee erase their memories of his birth; however, he consoles himself by reminding himself that there is a reason he was chosen, and that the life he lives now is far more ideal than his previous one.

JACE's traits and Aspiration:

WILDFIRE's traits and Aspiration:

Hidden trait (lol): Bookworm

[allpromarlo]

crying at how one of aglaea’s and phainon’s canon interactions is her taking one look at his clothes and going ‘your fit is NOT hard TAKE THAT SHIT OFF’

[rozzywell]

Two-for-one. Michael being too distracted petting a little bunny to realize they're about to get stuck in a wildfire + "you have to say hi to my partner Right Now or I'm gonna pout about it"

[pn-thoughtsofdread]

"Life is never fair, and perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not." -Oscar Wilde

A world on fire, or at least mine is. My city burns while I can do nothing but run and try to stay with the people I love. I miss my house, I miss my bed. I had just washed my sheets and I didn’t even get to sleep in them. I want to go home. I am infinitely grateful that our friends had room for us to stay, but truly I want to be anywhere but here. As the fires continue to burn closer and closer to home my terror grows. Not only is my entire life in that house, but all of my things and my art, every creation, every thought, every memory. It could all go up in flames. -PN

My family and I are safe for now, we have evacuated and are all staying with friends.

[larkwinged]

venti + artemis

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐔 🍂

a lone cd shop owner who was unable to attend university resents their high school sweetheart for dropping out. now, they’re both trying to pick up the pieces of their shattered relationship.

“you know you aren’t supposed to be bothering me mid-shift, right?” they raised a brow, sending him an accusatory glare.

he giggled and hopped onto the counter, gently pushing their bangs away from their eyes. “but i’m bored! and have nothing else to do!”

they sighed heavily, turning back to the book in their hands. “well maybe you should’ve thought of that before you dropped out of college and moved back home.”

it went silent for a moment. venti’s hand stilled as he pouted. “come now… you’re still mad?”

“what do you think?”

“i’ll make it up to you,” his words were quiet, sincere, “i promise.”

[sangsaracycling]

at some point i started mentally identifying a sort of "wildfire season" where in the last part of the summer there would be wildfires so destructive that it would fuck up the atmosphere of cities i lived in hours and hours away . and then "wildfire season" started happening earlier and earlier and still lasting till the end of the summer. anyway this year it started in the first week of may i dont know how to feel i dont know what to do

[allthecanadianpolitics]

The British Columbia government has declared a provincial state of emergency as threatening wildfires force thousands to evacuate from homes in the Okanagan in the southern Interior and elsewhere. Premier David Eby announced the state of emergency at a Friday press conference, saying the wildfire situation in B.C. has "evolved and deteriorated'' rapidly.  Emergency Management Minister Bowinn Ma says the number of people under evacuation order in B.C. went from 4,500 to 15,000 in a matter of an hour. A further 20,000 people are under evacuation alert. Eby said declaring a state of emergency "enables a number of legal tools for us to issue specific orders and to ensure that resources are available." In a statement, the provincial government said a state of emergency lets the province enact emergency orders, which could include travel restrictions if people fail to heed calls to avoid non-essential travel to the central Interior and southeastern B.C. 

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Tagging: @politicsofcanada

[hondagirll]

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I tested positive for covid this week. My symptoms are SO DIFFERENT from last time (no fever, no aches, no cough) that I thought it was just a run-of-the-mill head cold until my family group chat informed me otherwise and I tested myself and yup, covid with a capital C, friends.

I've spent the last few days resting well, staying hydrated, reminding myself to eat, etc but today I was feeling a bit better and decide I would do laundry because I needed to and wow, going up and down the flights of stairs to the laundry room did me in. I'm so tired now.

Stay safe out there, friends. It's no joke.