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littlegeecko · 1 year

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Some art requests from friends

Powaru (My oc)

Eyeless Jack (From my au)

Amy X and Majin Amy by Riaea6 on twitter

Catherine by my friend ItoSaihara_ on twitter

Pauline from Nintendo

#art requests #oc #powaru #pauline #super mario bros #friends oc #endless cycles #majin sonic #lord x #sonic.exe #eyeless jack #forest horrors au #creepypasta #my art

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julia-jck · 1 day

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Forest's first time seeing a glimpse into the multiverse

Forest: What was in that tea?????

I like Dust and Horror just walking cause in my headcanon, Horror is a bit slower cause of his injury and Dust is just tired.

(Thinking about calling Forest's AU UnderGarden, cause GardenTale already exists)

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ask-the-mare-in-the-forest · 3 months

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Lost Star took your advice and tried to run, the thing was faster than she thought. But she is safe once more.

Hemlock is open for questions

#mlp ask blog #mlp ask oc #mlp oc #my little pony oc #pony ask blog #grimdark #mlp grimdark #ask blog #ask the mare in the forest #mare in the forest #tw body horror #tw gore #tw blood #mlp infection au #mlp infected au #not deer #Hemlock #Lost Star

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lost-in-strange-forest · 4 days

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The fuck you mean I have audio-hallucinations

"You must serve it"

I must serve CUNT

BITCH GO AWAAAAY

#creepypasta roleplay #roleplay blog #roleplay #unreality #creepypasta #everymanhybrid #emh #marble hornets #slenderverse #slenderverse au #analog horror #horror #lisf #lost in strange forest

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fluffychubbydragon · 1 month

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what is horror's lore? i am intrigued 👀

Ah... to be honest I wasn't expecting someone to actually ask.. but here you go:

Horror (or in the story will be known as Axe) is a poor village boy with his little brother (his name will be Poplar in this story, Pops for short).

Their village resides on the edge of a large wooded area on one side while the rest of the surrounding areas are all farm lands which they would frequently help as children, though as Axe grew, he found that he was more equipped to hunting in the forest rather than farming, but he still helped his parents in the fields whenever he could. This caused him to use whatever daylight he had left to hunting and trapping in the forest close to their home, bringing home whatever meat his family needed and would also use as barter for other things if there was extra.

Poplar loved helping his mum and pop (even as a child) in the farming as it gave him something to create, something that would grow under his care. As he grew, he also found ways of making crafts out of the hides and bones of the creatures that Axe would hunt and helping his big brother barter for things that they either needed or wanted. And Axe would not say no to Poplar if he really wanted something that one of the elders of the village would make, though, sometimes the elders would just give children toys that they had made out of boredom, but Poplar would never want to get anything for free and would insist heavily on giving them something back.

Both boys learned a lot from their parents as well, enough to help them survive on their own. Axe learned from his father every way he knew to trap animals and to defend himself and his family if something ever happened while Poplar learned how to cook from his mother from an early age seeing as men cooking could impress a lady greatly which did not happen often. Both brothers learned how to farm properly and how to keep crops alive until harvest, and then how to harvest (even the ones that would be deemed poisonous if harvested wrong).

That was...

Until the drought that lasted months that left the land no longer anything but sand and dirt. Everyone in the village began to starve as it was a farming community, not many knew how to hunt like Axe could, which led to villagers requesting more and more out of Axe to hunt, but over hunting would mean no food eventually and Axe as well as his father knew it. It came to points where people began leaving (the ones that could afford to do so) while other began to die off slowly. Between all these factors, majority of the villagers became violent and would fight one another for food.

Eventually Axe and Poplar's parents died of starvation, having rationed themselves to death for the sake of their sons' lives. It was during this grieving time when Axe got attacked by another villager thinking he had food that caused the large hole in his skull and thought to be left for dead. Yet he was determined to live to protect his baby brother who had only been 14 at the time (Axe was barely 18 when he received his head injury). When he had finally sauntered back home to his little brother, he collapsed and Poplar healed the damage as best he could. It was after this that they moved further into the woods to get away from the villagers that harmed Axe partly because of the trauma and mostly because Axe didn't want Poplar to go through the same thing he did.

Axe has a bit of trouble with his short term memory due to this and has to talk slower which frustrates him immensely, but Poplar has and always will be a patient soul.

Things will eventually look up for them when a figure covered in moving Shadows passes through.

(also, not all the skeletons in this series will be "Sans' and Papyrus' " there will be plenty of other skeleton characters who are female as well. In fact, one of the villagers was a female skeleton around Poplar's age that he had a crush on early on in his life. She starved to death though. But there will be others)

#Axe #horror sans #poplar #horror papyrus #Au backstory for the horror Bros #skeleton monster #tragic backstory #But they live #And at least they have each other #Axe has traps all over that forest for 2 reasons #Food and to keep people away from his brother and home #oc #original character #my versions #my au #utmv au #utmv #undertaleau

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littlegeecko · 1 year

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(Twitter repost)

Pastatober Day 3-4: The wandering creatures; The Seedeater and Smile Dog.

They're silent, mostly solitary creatures that go around the forest on their own thing, either hunting or chilling.

The Dog its a lot more of a mystery tho, with oddly human mannerisms, like talking, ocassionally, eating at the table, taking bubble baths then leaving as fast as it arrived.

The SeedEater its more of a creature, acts like a giant cat of sorts and has a close friendship with Jack, sometimes bringing her objects and gifts and visiting the mansion

Ben likes both a lot, but interact with the Dog more, he doesnt seem to be scared of it and likes to braid it's hair. Dog just lets him. Seedeater gives him piggy backrides but it's too tall so he gets scared sob

Smiledog's name in this au its Red Smiling Dog, or just Dog. Seedeater its mostly referred to as "the creature" or "black bush" or just "cake" (by Jack and Ben)

#Creepypasta #Forest Horrors AU #ben drowned #seedeater #smile dog #eyeless jack #pastatober #my art

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theanoninyourinbox · 11 months

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Regular antpelt vs dark forest antpely?

Scrungly Buggie full of regret

#my art #warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats au #Word Of Power AU #ask answered #warrior cats design #Antpelt #Dark Forest Antpelt #body horror

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thesoulspulse · 1 year

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I’ve been meaning to do this for a while now but here’s an eldritch au version of Undergrowth. I wanted to make him look more like an ancient sage, deity, or guardian spirit of the forest. Not sure who I was talking to about this but I like the idea that Sam just so happened to find Undergrowth, who had fallen dormant for centuries, and she replanted his core. Aka the seedling he had reverted to...

He saw firsthand how much Sam loves plants so Undergrowth in turn came to care for and see Sam as a daughter. And once he regained his strength Undergrowth decided to give her powers over plant life in order to strike back at the creatures of the ‘modern world’ that were needlessly killing his beloved plants in the name of progress. Unlike the original though, Undergrowth may have a strong distaste for humans, but he’s in no rush to take over just yet because in the end all life will return to the earth from whence it came.

He’ll definitely lash out at anyone who is blatantly cruel or destructive to any plant or animal under his protection, including Sam. Plus Undergrowth would definitely get carried away after finding out exactly who bulldozed the piece of land he came from which means Vlad would be in for a sound thrashing. This Undergrowth has sense enough not to blame ALL humans for the crimes of one since Sam showed him there’s still hope left for these dangerous beasts, however, it might take them a few tries to calm his rage so he doesn’t turn Amity Park into a jungle since he’s still got a bad temper...

And lastly, I think it’d be cool to make this version a reluctant ally that only bothers to help Danny and the gang from time to time when things get REALLY bad because it’s what Sam wants and Undergrowth owes her a debt for basically resurrecting him. Sometimes though he’s sorely tempted to take her away from the city so she can enjoy building a new garden with him for them to thrive in for the rest of eternity, far from the troubles of this world, but for now, he’s content simply to watch Sam grow.

Original Undergrowth:

Plant Sam:

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grimalkinmessor · 6 months

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OKAY OKAY FINE (its ecto smiley face)

Maybe Garden Care horror/smut Tea OR

L/Light fluff sweets bc im a sucker for that

@ectoplasmicsoda YEESSS *rubs my grubby lil paws together*

Decided to go with Garden Care because I've never written them before 👀 HISTORICAL AU ✨ SORTA ✨ Warnings in the tags!

Garden Care/Horror-Smut/Tea

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There's a leaf in Morgana's tea.

Normally, they wouldn't find this particularly odd, given that tea is generally made of leaves, but this is not a tea leaf. It's a whole leaf, bright red with lingering bits of green along the veins, and it's big enough that it nearly covers the entire surface of their tea cup.

Again, Morgana would not usually find this strange; they have tracked in many a stray leaf throughout their life, attached to their sweaters or stuck to the bottom of their boots. It's hard not to find leaves and petals in odd places when Morgana shares their mother's love for plants and keeps a few in almost every room of the house.

But they find this one—this particular leaf—odd for a couple of reasons. The first being that this is not the first time, or even the third time that a leaf like this has ended up in their tea cup. Whenever Morgana makes tea, they always make sure the cup is clean first, and yet somehow for the past few months they've always found a stray leaf (bright red with lacey green veins) floating in their cup a few sips in. The second thing is that, despite how much Morgana wishes it was, it is not autumn. A clearly autumnal leaf in their tea when all the trees around them are lush and green is yet another oddity.

The third thing—and the most damning of all—is that this leaf is not from any plant that Morgana recognizes.

Morgana knows plants. They know the name of every flower under the sun, and even some that thrive in shadow. The fact that they don't recognize what tree this leaf is from bothers them. Their mother loves botany—they live in the damn woods. They have books upon books upon books on every plant known to man, and—due to Sam Manson's hidden witchcraft tomes—even some that aren't.

They are more irked by the fact that these leaves are unidentifiable to them than the fact that the leaves are appearing at all. Which, Morgana supposes, is a rather backwards list of priorities. But still! They can't stand not knowing.

Morgana asks their mom first, but she also has no idea what it could be either. And when Morgana takes it to their neighbor, Desiree (who is like a second mother to them, considering how often she's over at the Manson house and how close she and Morgana's mom are), she stares at it for a long, long moment before smiling and telling Morgana that she has absolutely no idea where it could've come from.

It's an obvious lie, and Morgana is all the more suspicious for it—as well as hurt, too. Desiree treats Morgana as her own child; she's never lied to them before.

The only option left is for Morgana to figure it out on their own.

Sneaking out one of their mom's spellbooks from beneath the floorboards of their home, Morgana grabs the leaf that had appeared in their tea cup this morning (crimson as blood, split with green) and ventures out of the house and further into the woods. Only when they're out of sight of both their own home and Desiree's do they settle down at the base of a tree. Morgana flips through the spellbook, searching for a certain page, and smiles when they find the one they're looking for.

A tracking spell.

Closing their eyes, Morgana cups their hands around the leaf and whispers out the spell. Their voice is soft, but the wind picks up around them, swirling through their oddly colored hair and whistling between the trees surrounding them. Morgana feels magic spark in their palms, a small flush of energy leaving them, and they open their eyes again to see a thin, wispy trail of blue light spiraling off into the woods.

Shock jolts through Morgana—some part of them was still convinced they were simply being paranoid—and then a bolt of excitement mixed with fear. Because this means they were right. Something is putting mysterious leaves in their tea on purpose.

Scrambling to their feet, Morgana takes off after the trail before it fades. They follow the blue mist through the forest at a run, easily leaping over stray tree roots and rocks; Morgana knows these woods well. But even then, their mother only ever let them stray so far. Soon, the amount of trees they recognize trickles down...and runs out.

Morgana knows they're not headed in the direction of the village proper—they're headed further from it, if anything. The trees begin to clump closer together the farther they go, trunks thickening and foliage beginning to blot out the mottled sunlight. The smell of wet peat and soil, moss and herbs, grows stronger with every step. Morgana runs, but the ist of their spell is starting to fade. With a curdle of dread in their stomach, they realize that they won't be able to follow it back home. Morgana shakes their head, sucking in a sharp, painful breath as their lungs burn and their legs ache. They have to keep going. Their curiosity will drive them mad if they don't.

Then, just before the mist fades completely, Morgana finds its end.

The trees are so close together now that Morgana has to go slower in order not to run into them. It's quiet here. Near silent. They stumble into a small gap in the trees, and blink.

There, amongst the gritty tree bark and thick brown coat of dead leaves, a small table sits in the center of the trees, which—now that Morgana is looking, they're uneasy to find form a perfect circle around it. It's a nice table, ornate, white marble and silver, but it's weathered and dulled, bits of moss scattered all across it. There's a single matching velvet chair in a similar state, pulled slightly back from the table, like someone stood up in a hurry and left. But the dirt and leaves around it are void of footprints, and the grime covering both pieces of furniture is untouched. No one has been here in a very long time.

The worst part, however, is the innocuous little tea cup sitting in the center of the table.

The saucer and the cup are deep blue china with gold glimmering on the rims, pristine and shining in a way that contrasts the furniture around it. Morgana swallows and takes a step forward to see that the tea cup isn't empty. A pale pink liquid sits inside, like rose tea with too much milk. As Morgana stares down at it, the familiar smell of their favorite tea floats to their nose, beckoning them forward.

'There is something...wrong here,' Morgana thinks as they take another, slow step forward. 'Very wrong...'

Sam has told them stories before, of children getting stolen away by fairies and crones and many other hungry creatures—but Morgana isn't a child anymore. They should be wary, yes, but it's...so hard to think of those stories when the sight, the smell, the mystery before them...is so enrapturing.

Then, from above, a deep crimson leaf drifts down from the canopy and lands neatly—suspiciously precisely—in the tea cup. The warm, decadent smell grows stronger.

In a trance, Morgana takes that last step forward and reaches for the tea, curling their hands around it and lifting it to their mouth. They know, vaguely, to be alarmed. They should put it down. Morgana has never finished their tea once they discovered the leaf inside. This is an unknown. This is dangerous.

Morgana blinks, hesitates—and yet still drinks.

Their eyes flutter shut, sweet ambrosia washing over their tongue that sets their every nerve alight, a sensation like wind and static racing through them. Morgana moans appreciatively into the gold rim, tipping their head back further. It feels, simultaneously, like drinking ice cold water on a summer's day and sipping from a mug of spiced chocolate as they watch the snow fall. It feels like running their hands along the softest flower petals, like basking under the sun, like admiring the stars. It feels like bathing outside in the spring, every flower turned to face Morgana as they run their palms over their skin, slick and warm with the sun.

Morgana empties the cup and whines when the sensation stops. The pretty leaf butts up against their lips, and the draw it in, desperate for more. It dissolves like lacewing in their mouth, cinnamon on their tongue.

Heat bolts through Morgana in a sudden wave. It's so strong that it makes their knees weak, and they nearly collapse where they stand, one hand shooting out to balance themself on the mossy marble table.

Around them, the forest darkens.

Morgana heaves in a breath, vision swimming, as the sunlight blots out completely. They gasp as the ground beneath them begins to shake, like the roots of the trees surrounding them are writhing underneath the dirt. The beautiful tea cup gets jostled from their hand and is promptly swallowed by the jittering mass of leaves and dirt beneath Morgana's feet.

With a sound like cracking thunder, a thick green vine shoots up out of the ground, whipping towards Morgana at such speeds that they don't have time to dodge. Several more follow, ripping up out of the forest floor to lash around Morgana's arms, legs, waist, lifting them abruptly into the air. They yelp, stomach twisting, but their struggles are weak. Their head is... They're so dizzy...

And, Morgana realizes with mounting horror as the vines around them grow thorns, tearing through their clothes until they're nothing but tatters—so wet.

Morgana is ungodly, inconceivably aroused.

A hand strikes up through the dirt, followed by a shoulder and the massive torso of something fibrous and herbal, thorned flowers growing down what looks to be thick vines of hair. Glowing sea green eyes fix on Morgana, and a long, green tongue slithers out of a grinning, fanged mouth. Morgana's head falls back, eyes wide and jaw dropped, as that tongue slicks up their bared thigh and licks right up their core, dragging up their stomach and chest and ending at their throat.

A soft, unearthly rumble of pleasure vibrates through the air. "My lovely Morning Glory, you've returned to me."

"Wh—wh-at...?" Morgana shudders out, pupils blown. Their glasses are askew on their face, more naked than not, terrified and trembling and so wet it's dripping down their leg. "What are—who—?"

They're cut off by the hulking monster slicking its tongue up against them again, this time focusing solely on the space between their legs. Morgana bites their lip so hard it bleeds, cheeks bleeding red as they muffle their moan into a deep grunt.

"Oh, you've grown into yourself so beautifully, darling," the thing purrs as it pulls back. Morgana shakes, hands fisting and toes curling as a separate vine slithers up their leg and begins to rub at them in place of the monster's tongue. Morgana gasps as the tapered tip pushes in, wriggling its way into their cunt and coating itself in their slick. It burns, it almost hurts, but its also the best thing Morgana's ever felt. They rock their hips into the intrusion, unable to help themself as their head tips back, wild eyes hazily glimpsing the reddened, black canopy above. Above Morgana, the monster purrs. "Look at you, taking it so well. I knew you would be perfect—I knew you would be mine."

Morgana can't—they can't think beyond the pleasure coursing through their body right now, every little twitch and shift making a new part of them light up with ecstasy. The creature's words are nothing but nonsense to their ears, the buzzing feeling of those glowing eyes hungrily roving over their body only serving to send Morgana that much closer to the edge.

Deep green vines slide over bronze skin, touching and stroking and thrusting, all while Morgana moans and pants into the humid air between them. They can feel the pressure—the pleasure—building in their gut, a tingly sensation sparking up in their feet and the backs of their thighs as it mounts higher and higher. Through the heavy fog, Morgana feels trepidation. There's the vague, alarmed thought that this feels too big, that this will kill them, that this will swallow them whole—

And then it crashes over them, striking lightning through their veins and making their whole body seize in place, a strangled shriek ripping out of their mouth as involuntary tears bead at the corner of their eyes. Morgana's vision goes white, the nirvana of this one, singular feeling razing through their bones and buzzing in their teeth. And through it all, the vines' movements don't cease, stringing Morgana along through the strongest orgasm they've ever had in their life.

A heavy clawed hand pushes through their hair, petting them gently as they whine and twitch with aftershocks. "Easy, darling. Wasn't that a warm welcome?"

Morgana can't see, their vision still dotted with spots of white. But their head....their head is clearing. Morgana lifts their head with a great amount of effort, managing to stammer out a weak, "W-who...are you?"

'What are you?' Morgana wants to ask, but they bite their tongue.

The monster smirks, rising up to its full height and taking Morgana with it (him...?). The flowers blooming from its draping locs wither and twist before blossoming into lavender roses and rainflowers.

"I am Undergrowth, little Morning Glory, Fae King of the Woods," it—he, responds. He presses a hand over his chest, bowing until his face hovers just above Morgana, sealing them in a curtain of vines. "And you are mine."

The vines around Morgana tighten then, possessive and warning. Morgana swallows hard, too weak right then to even struggle.

They were foolish. They should've listened when Desiree told them to leave it alone. Because now?

Now they don't have a choice.

#garden care #morgana manson #undergrowth #smut #nff #horror #spooky prompts #my writing #asks #ectoplasmicsoda #tw dubcon #danny phantom #tw aphrodisiacs #CONTEXT THAT I DIDN'T ADD BC THIS IS ALREADY LATE: in this au desiree fell in love with sam and knew that sam wanted to have a child but #couldnt. the nearby village was also getting suspicious of her being a single woman that lived in the woods. so desiree made a deal with #undergrowth for a seedling that she could plant in sam's body. morgana was the result! they are biologically sam and desiree's child .#BUT unfortunately deals with forest kings tend to have fine print and that fine print was that morgana belongs to undergrowth :'3 forever #sam and desiree were doing too good a job at keeping morgana wary of and away from the depper parts of the forest though so—#undergrowth had to get creative lmao oops #long post

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thedenofravenpuff · 2 years

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Lil quick break in hiatus cuz inspired to doodle some loose sketches of Cryptid AU Sun and Moon.

Forest spirits protecting the locale woods. Very focused on keeping the woods nice and clean so you better pick up your litter and do no harm to the fauna and flora. Else you might find yourself lost, the paths changing, voices calling you to different directions, silhouettes of something large following you. Keeping you stuck in the woods until nightfall, where the true hunt begins.

Enjoy!

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