Forest Legend Au

forest legend au

Sun and Moon are both funny little creatures that live in a marshy forest. Sun is a Will-O-Wisp and Moon is (of course) mothman kinda thing.

also a kid gives them salt and they rob hikers of all glowy things

They befriend a kid (her name is Nell and I just made her up 3 days ago but I love her) who thinks they're cool and gives them salt and stuff (hush the salt is important I promise) and lives on the edge of their forest with her dad (Cason) who's a biologist and Does Not Believe in those legends thank you very much

(cue Nell stealing salt for Sun and Cason's just like: what do you need that much salt for? Nell: *continues shoveling salt in a bag* reasons Cason: o kay don't take all of it??? *finds the salt container empty later* )

anyways they're both just mischeivious little guys who trick people who come into the forest and mess with them (and steal all their shiny/glowy stuff because Moon likes it and why not) but they both love kids and actually help them instead of scaring them

Why salt? you ask

well if you add certain minerals/chemicals to fire, it will make it burn different colors, and because will-o-wisps are basically fireballs here, they feed on different minerals to sustain them

and the mineral differs depending on their color, for example, Sun, as a yellow will-o-wisp consumes salt (specifically NaCl aka table salt aka halite)

Forest Legend AU!

Sun is a Will-O-Wisp, Moon is moth (of course)

Nell (on the left in the last pic) is a child who gives them salt and stuff (she has received many small trinkets and rocks for her help)

Cason (on the right) is her dad (he's a biologist/vet) who does not believe in the supernatural (despite his family literally being known for being the weird supernatural bunch of the town and having a book full of true stories he thinks are legends)

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In my college years, if someone spilled a drink on me at a bar/party, I'd say, "That's okay! Just trade clothes with me." They'd laugh, and I'd drag them off to the bathroom. It was such a ridiculous solution that people didn't realize they needed to argue with me until I was handing them my pants, and by then it was too late.

It served three purposes:

I didn't get mad at people for making mistakes because I was excited for chaos

Other people didn't feel horrible about their mistake because they felt like they really had made amends by putting up with me

I'm a very small person, and I once got to watch a 6'2" frat guy squeeze himself into a skirt so small his boxers poked out the bottom while I was living easy, swimming in big, baggy jeans

It's an excellent policy I would recommend to anyone.