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Take Care of Yourselves
General | Posted 5 years ago*The Dryad shudders a bit, resting her body under the trio of massive trunks at the center of her grove. She plucks a browning leaf from the mass of thorned vines that make up her body.*
Sorry to be offline for so long, a couple weeks there. I had a little cough that I didn't think anything of at first, didn't seem like much but after a week or so I went to the doctor/ He diagnosed me with a simple upper-respiratory infection and suggested some antibiotics but it turns out the good doc missed something as I ended up hospitalized with walking pneumonia. That was some shit. They monitored me for a few days, had me on fluids, tested me for "tha 'Rona" but I'm clean from that at least.
So, I'll still be come and go a bit, helping Matron with her project, resting my big ass *her leaves rustle as she chuckles* and hopefully spending a little time with my kitten. I hope all of you folkes are careful out there. That hospital was pretty scary. So many people were hurting and it honestly felt like I was on the set of E.T., that scene towards the end where the government shows up.
Stay safe, little blooms.
Sorry to be offline for so long, a couple weeks there. I had a little cough that I didn't think anything of at first, didn't seem like much but after a week or so I went to the doctor/ He diagnosed me with a simple upper-respiratory infection and suggested some antibiotics but it turns out the good doc missed something as I ended up hospitalized with walking pneumonia. That was some shit. They monitored me for a few days, had me on fluids, tested me for "tha 'Rona" but I'm clean from that at least.
So, I'll still be come and go a bit, helping Matron with her project, resting my big ass *her leaves rustle as she chuckles* and hopefully spending a little time with my kitten. I hope all of you folkes are careful out there. That hospital was pretty scary. So many people were hurting and it honestly felt like I was on the set of E.T., that scene towards the end where the government shows up.
Stay safe, little blooms.
A Rose By Any Other Name
General | Posted 5 years ago*bristles with her thorns and re-adjusts her jacket* Having only gotten re-acquainted with the fandom a couple weeks ago, it really is impressive how many Fuck-boys and outright predators there are in this fandom and just how many people I've seen are quick to excuse them for the cheap thrill of a minor amount of online-only validation. That, or just sit by on the sidelines as they claim to have such strong beliefs on the issue but never say or do a damned thing, the people-pleaser types. Not to name any names or point any fronds- as HELL FORBID that might just be fucking rude of me *titters in her theater mask falseface* but I just came across yet another new group that sprung up like a weed in a pile of animal droppings a few days ago...
A single throwaway journal does not change the content of your page any more than placing warning labels on cigarettes renders them no longer carcinogenic.
Making a journal statement that your page isn't exploitative doesn't really change the fact that your group is DESIGNED around the purpose of posting and actually enjoying imagery which is -BY ITS NATURE- exploitative. No matter how many times you repeat it, it's still empty rhetoric and just as manipulative of the simple-minded and easily-swayed.
Saying "Participants know what they're getting into- noone forces any of our participants to do anything they don't want to" is the same excuse used by most domestic abusers, groomers, pedophiles and other online sexual predators, Real-Life sexual predators of most stripes and coincidentally enough, hardcore drug dealers. It's a bullshit statement which in no way changes the nature of what garbage you post or your responsibility as the ones posting it.
Than again, Mok Swagger said it oh so perfectly- "We all have our illusions. FAR be it from ME to take away YOURS." When you're stunningly and embarassingly full of shit, THAT is something you probably got into, knowing what you were getting into, fuckboy.
A single throwaway journal does not change the content of your page any more than placing warning labels on cigarettes renders them no longer carcinogenic.
Making a journal statement that your page isn't exploitative doesn't really change the fact that your group is DESIGNED around the purpose of posting and actually enjoying imagery which is -BY ITS NATURE- exploitative. No matter how many times you repeat it, it's still empty rhetoric and just as manipulative of the simple-minded and easily-swayed.
Saying "Participants know what they're getting into- noone forces any of our participants to do anything they don't want to" is the same excuse used by most domestic abusers, groomers, pedophiles and other online sexual predators, Real-Life sexual predators of most stripes and coincidentally enough, hardcore drug dealers. It's a bullshit statement which in no way changes the nature of what garbage you post or your responsibility as the ones posting it.
Than again, Mok Swagger said it oh so perfectly- "We all have our illusions. FAR be it from ME to take away YOURS." When you're stunningly and embarassingly full of shit, THAT is something you probably got into, knowing what you were getting into, fuckboy.
Plant Artistry
General | Posted 5 years ago*shudders her vines about the grotto, her mask hovering from the lower branches of a nearby tree*
So, searching about FA for some decent plant art I'm noticing an unpleasant trend. If any of you lovely fuzzy meat-creatures would know of good plant-themed art that ISN'T fucking tentacle rape-porn, I'd be ever-so-grateful to see it and probably throw a few commission dollars at the artist in question.
So, searching about FA for some decent plant art I'm noticing an unpleasant trend. If any of you lovely fuzzy meat-creatures would know of good plant-themed art that ISN'T fucking tentacle rape-porn, I'd be ever-so-grateful to see it and probably throw a few commission dollars at the artist in question.
Character Profile
General | Posted 6 years agoDeep within the woods you find a clearing, a circular grotto of soft grass and waist high shrubs. The sun shines down in this clearing, warm and inviting. Underfoot, the green shoots feel as smooth and cushioned as shag carpeting, pleasant as a foot massage. All around you is the scent of honey and rose blooms, which seems normal as everything is covered in blossoms. Roses, roses everywhere, creeping along on vines as thick as a finger and covered in sharp thorns- all in a display of bright colors, scarlet red, deep violet, gentle taupe and a striking cerulean blue.
Placed at random intervals are topiary figures in a variety of poses. The leafy sentries stand silent, overgrown in the same brambles, leaves and blooms.
The clearing is easily twenty meters across, centered around a small cluster of three trees grown together, overgrown in the vine blooms. Hanging from the branches above, a white mask, dangles- designed after a cat's head in a dramatic theatre grin. A mass of auburn curls frame the mask of bleached-bone white.
You hear a voice in your head, a woman's voice, smooth and somewhat deep, mature. She speaks, curious about the visitor in her home. A few of the vines at your feet begin to move on their own, gliding across your legs. The voice describes your shape, the general imprint you make on her understanding of light and dark imagery, the vibrations of your motions, the scent of your pheromones... She is curious about you. Where do you come from? What do you believe in? Intrigued, She decides to make this a little simpler for you...
A mass of the thorned vines begins to move towards the central tree, coiling and folding together. From the bushes and brambles, it drags together the bones of a skeleton and a waist-coat with tails, boots and a top-hat. White opera gloves and a red-jeweled pinkie ring complete the body of a tall, womanly shape, topped off by the white-masked head.
The Great Masquerave
hgt- 6'1"(variable) wgt- 165lbs(variable)
The Great Masquerave is a sentient, carnivorous plant, consisting of several miles of flowering creeping vines with dagger-like thorns, several centimeters in length which she may retract at will. The thorns are venomous, carrying a paralytic enzyme. Like any plant she feeds off of the nutrients in the soil, rainfall and sunshine, however, should she choose to, she may also devour any sentient organism which enters the grove.
Being a creature of magic, rather than nature, her vines may move with an incredible strength and flow through soil, stone or flesh as easily as water. It is in this manner which she feeds on her victims. It's a gruesome process, penetrating their flesh and growing into a framework throughout their body to take full control of their living form, leaving them alive and aware- a agonized, helpless, mute passenger for as long as she chooses to allow their continued existence. It is also in this way which she may gather herself into a focus for easier communication or, having a portable, reliable food source, leave her grove. She "wears" the body of her most recent victim and whatever clothes she chooses to keep, like a climbing stake, using them to more easily hold a recognizable shape. It is through this process that she also gains the additional senses which come with a physical meat-body, eyes a nose, tongue, etc. She may keep a victim alive in this manner for upwards of a month, providing she keeps them "watered", feeding off the nutrients in their body before finally killing them mercifully by sprouting her shoots through their heart or brain. After death, bodies decay as normal. Generally, she chooses to manage these with care if they have hair she likes, keeping the scalps and skulls as a sort of fashion accessory while grinding the remaining bones into meal for the soil of her grotto.
Though the process of her feeding in this manner seems cruel, she is not innately malicious or evil, choosing her victims with extreme care. This is part of the reason for her initial battery of questions upon anyone's entry to her grotto, "feeling them out" for their potential as friend or food. Being a relatively stationary creature, she favors those "meat creatures" who would deprive others of their freedom, victimizers, abusers, kidnappers, slavers and such, and will prioritize them over any other creatures. Though she won't necessarily attack them automatically, she also has a aggressive dislike of dragons. It is suspected that this is because of the fire-breathing ability of some of their number. Though she herself is immune to the flames, she holds an affinity for other plants and finds their wanton destruction highly distasteful. It is these which generally make up the topiary figures of her grove.
She enjoys having eyes, fascinated with books, mythology, history, philosophy and religion. Satanism in particular intrigues her as one of the last things she read while wearing her last victim was a pamphlet for The Satanic Temple.
Placed at random intervals are topiary figures in a variety of poses. The leafy sentries stand silent, overgrown in the same brambles, leaves and blooms.
The clearing is easily twenty meters across, centered around a small cluster of three trees grown together, overgrown in the vine blooms. Hanging from the branches above, a white mask, dangles- designed after a cat's head in a dramatic theatre grin. A mass of auburn curls frame the mask of bleached-bone white.
You hear a voice in your head, a woman's voice, smooth and somewhat deep, mature. She speaks, curious about the visitor in her home. A few of the vines at your feet begin to move on their own, gliding across your legs. The voice describes your shape, the general imprint you make on her understanding of light and dark imagery, the vibrations of your motions, the scent of your pheromones... She is curious about you. Where do you come from? What do you believe in? Intrigued, She decides to make this a little simpler for you...
A mass of the thorned vines begins to move towards the central tree, coiling and folding together. From the bushes and brambles, it drags together the bones of a skeleton and a waist-coat with tails, boots and a top-hat. White opera gloves and a red-jeweled pinkie ring complete the body of a tall, womanly shape, topped off by the white-masked head.
The Great Masquerave
hgt- 6'1"(variable) wgt- 165lbs(variable)
The Great Masquerave is a sentient, carnivorous plant, consisting of several miles of flowering creeping vines with dagger-like thorns, several centimeters in length which she may retract at will. The thorns are venomous, carrying a paralytic enzyme. Like any plant she feeds off of the nutrients in the soil, rainfall and sunshine, however, should she choose to, she may also devour any sentient organism which enters the grove.
Being a creature of magic, rather than nature, her vines may move with an incredible strength and flow through soil, stone or flesh as easily as water. It is in this manner which she feeds on her victims. It's a gruesome process, penetrating their flesh and growing into a framework throughout their body to take full control of their living form, leaving them alive and aware- a agonized, helpless, mute passenger for as long as she chooses to allow their continued existence. It is also in this way which she may gather herself into a focus for easier communication or, having a portable, reliable food source, leave her grove. She "wears" the body of her most recent victim and whatever clothes she chooses to keep, like a climbing stake, using them to more easily hold a recognizable shape. It is through this process that she also gains the additional senses which come with a physical meat-body, eyes a nose, tongue, etc. She may keep a victim alive in this manner for upwards of a month, providing she keeps them "watered", feeding off the nutrients in their body before finally killing them mercifully by sprouting her shoots through their heart or brain. After death, bodies decay as normal. Generally, she chooses to manage these with care if they have hair she likes, keeping the scalps and skulls as a sort of fashion accessory while grinding the remaining bones into meal for the soil of her grotto.
Though the process of her feeding in this manner seems cruel, she is not innately malicious or evil, choosing her victims with extreme care. This is part of the reason for her initial battery of questions upon anyone's entry to her grotto, "feeling them out" for their potential as friend or food. Being a relatively stationary creature, she favors those "meat creatures" who would deprive others of their freedom, victimizers, abusers, kidnappers, slavers and such, and will prioritize them over any other creatures. Though she won't necessarily attack them automatically, she also has a aggressive dislike of dragons. It is suspected that this is because of the fire-breathing ability of some of their number. Though she herself is immune to the flames, she holds an affinity for other plants and finds their wanton destruction highly distasteful. It is these which generally make up the topiary figures of her grove.
She enjoys having eyes, fascinated with books, mythology, history, philosophy and religion. Satanism in particular intrigues her as one of the last things she read while wearing her last victim was a pamphlet for The Satanic Temple.
