#forest monster

[monstersholygrail]

Spring time is usually Plant Monster bf’s favorite time of the year. He feels so painfully dull during the winter months when his pretty flowers all wither away and fall off due to the cold. During that time he’s just a bunch of carefully wound branches huddled beneath blankets and mugs of warm drinks to keep him from being so chilly.

You tell him he’s just as beautiful as he was during summer, but he just doesn’t feel like himself. So when the first signs of spring appear on his arm in the form of sweet little flower, he can’t hold back his excitement. More than ready to be beautiful again and filled with all sorts of blooming buds.

This will be your first spring together too. You don’t even know how lovely and breathtaking he can look. The two of you met last year around the end of summer and just in time for a lovely fall. He remembers how he almost cancelled your first date because of how his leaves were already starting to fall. But he went anyway and he was so happy he did.

Instead of turning away from his falling leaves, which happened on the date too much to his dismay, you embraced them and thought them just as beautiful. Expressing your love for the season as you picked up the leaf and asking if you could keep it. Back then you surely didn’t know the significance of such a gesture. Now the leaf stands proudly on display, a sign that you’re his mate.

Wanting to share the good news of his sprouting he rushes throughout your home looking for you. When he spots you sitting out on the balcony he brightens, shining more spectacularly than the sun.

“My love, my love, come look at this!” He shouts in excitement, body buzzing with renewed energy. The sight of you, his eternal sunshine, only increasing it tenfold.

You turn around to face him just as he sticks his arm out to present to you. A gasp of your own delight leaves you as you see his very first flower appear. And as you do you inhale a giant whiff of it and immediately begin sneezing uncontrollably.

Plant Monster bf goes from ecstatic to downright panicked. He flounders around trying to help you, wondering what’s going on that’s got you like this. It isn’t until you’ve stepped away and managed to stop sneezing that you bashfully admit to your pollen allergy.

“But you’re dating me. A plant monster,” he deadpans, sticking up his single adorable flower.

A blush paints your cheeks as you can only laugh in response.

“You were too cute to say no to,” you shyly admit as if that explains it all perfectly.

He hates how much that line works on him. Without his permission his branches soften as his body looses his tension. It’s ok, he can work with this. It’s not an issue at all. He loves you and is willing to do whatever it takes to stay by your side even during this time of the year.

For the next couple of months Plant Monster boyfriend does everything he can think of to be near you, to simply just try and kiss you.

At first you try allergy medicine. Basic first attempt, why shouldn’t it work? The two of you inch closer and closer together and everything seems to be fine. He tries so hard to reign in his excitement.

But the moment your lips gently brush against his, about a couple dozen flowers immediately bloom across his branches and a heavy cloud of pollen perfumes the air. Which then makes you crash into another fit.

Another one of his countless attempts includes placing air filters around your home, thinking if you could clear out some of the pollen as well it could help your system calm down. After you finish you go to stand side-by-side, beaming with pride as you look around your home.

You smile brightly at your boyfriend as the air conditioning turns on— and sends a sudden of pollen right into your open mouth. You sputter out pollen, rushing for a nearby sink and rinsing out your mouth as your bf freaks out about accidentally killing his mate (you’ll be perfectly fine).

In a last ditch attempt your boyfriend goes so far as to find and wear a hazmat suit. He walks up to you looking like some strange, but still sexy, looking alien type creature. As soon as he gets close to you his excitement once again gets to be too much to contain. But this time instead of flooding the room with pollen it fills his suit. Sure, it’s a little harder to see you now, but at least he can remain close.

Without thinking he leans in to kiss you… only to be stopped by the glass screen separating you. The abundance of flowers that have grown on his body droop sadly. Needing his own personal sunshine to truly flourish, not whatever dull star sits outside and lights up the world. You light up his world and he needs you.

In his anger thorns burst all across his body and tear the suit to shreds, exposing him and all his pollen to the air. Before he can cause you anymore pain he rushes outside, hating all this distance but doing it anyway because of how much he loves and adores you.

“What else can we do?” He asks defeatedly, slumping down onto the floor and causing all the surrounding plants around him to fall too.

“We’ll just have to wait,” you say with the same amount of longing in your voice as he holds in his.

The days seem to drag on as you technically form a long distance relationship between you and your boyfriend. While you can see each other as often as you wish, the distance between you remains and it causes an ache like you’ve never felt before.

When the day comes that pollen season is officially over and it becomes more easily manageable for you both it’s like a scene from a movie. The two of you dramatically (and in slow motion) running toward each other. Joyous looks on your faces as you crash into each other and tumble onto the ground.

Plant Monster bf’s branches curl around you, protecting you from the fall. After you stop you end up right underneath him, smiling breathlessly at his mirroring expression. The energy between you is charged with so many things unspoken and so many things that weren’t done together during your time away from doing anything besides clinging to each other.

You’re not sure who’s leaning in first, you or him, but all that matters is the space between you is finally disappearing. Yet just as your lips meet you flinch back in an adorable sneeze. Your boyfriend’s face crumples in despair but you just giggle.

“Guess there’s still a little too much pollen in the air,” you say through your laughter. But your boyfriend finds absolutely nothing about this funny if the pout on his face means anything.

“We should stop then,” he grumbles, already sulking and trying to soak up all of your touch he can.

But the idea of parting from him is too painful to even think about. Shaking your head even at the thought. To which your boyfriend looks at you strangely. With another laugh you explain.

“Nah. I don’t care anymore,” you say and lean up to capture his lips in a long awaited kiss.

And suddenly nothing else mattered besides the way his mouth moved and his heart intertwined with yours.

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[ozzgin]

I just finished playing Firewatch and the cozy, lonely vibes gave me another monster idea! You got a summer job as a fire watch for the closest National Park. All you have to do is to sit in your tower, and...watch. For fires. Sounds boring? Worry not, your supervisor is there to keep you company over the radio. Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, obsessive behavior, suggestive ending

"And? What are you running away from?"

"Excuse me?"

You raise your eyebrows at the unexpected question coming from the radio. The deep voice belongs to your supervisor, the man who'll guide you throughout your stay at the National Park.

"No one picks up an isolated job in the mountains out of sheer desire. Especially someone as young as you." He chuckles briefly, then resumes in a more professional tone: "My apologies. You don't have to answer that."

What a strange way to begin the conversation, you think to yourself. Yet this nonchalance and casualty is all you have for the following months. The other watchtowers don't talk much, if at all. You're entirely alone in the wilderness, save for the mysterious man on the radio.

Slowly, you begin to warm up to his chatty nature. He likes to ask a lot of questions. A terribly curious individual, though you can understand his reasoning: he's been working for the Park for over a decade. How does one survive without another human being?

He never leaves his tower, and thus you've never seen his face. He's content, you're indifferent. Occasionally, he'll mention sketching you to pass the time.

"How would you describe your eyes, (Y/N)?" he'll ask between his pencil scribbles. "I see. I'm sure they're beautiful. Why are you suddenly quiet? Have you forgotten how to take a compliment? I'm just messing with you, kiddo."

You haven't witnessed a single fire since coming here, despite the torrid summer heat. Your days are spent hiking without aim and talking to your supervisor.

One morning, you wake up to the grating beep of the radio instead of your alarm. You pick up the small device with an irritated grunt.

"Would you like to meet?"

You need a moment to process the words. Are you finally going to greet the one man who's kept you distant company for weeks? Intriguing. You mumble your agreement, still half-asleep.

As you make your way down the hill, you notice a supply station covered in moss and overgrown vegetation. You check your map, just to be sure. There shouldn't be anything here. What a peculiar thing to stumble upon. You approach the old wooden box and lift the lid carefully.

The musty inside is filled with rows of newspapers and some scattered notes. You pluck one newspaper out, and rest your eyes on the first headline.

"National Park is saying goodbye to its employees. The area will be permanently closed after the devastating fire."

You gawk at the title, then at the photographed location.

It's your watchtower.

You scramble to read the rest of the paragraphs, words slipping behind in your frantic search. This forest has been sealed off for years. You recognize the name of your supervisor in the report: a father of three, loved by everyone, died tragically before a rescue team could reach him.

"Found anything interesting, kiddo?"

You turn around with mild hesitation. Whoever this impersonating maniac is, or what he wants, is rather irrelevant at this point. You're trapped alone with him.

Across from you stands a creature, resembling a chimera more than a human being. Long, grotesque limbs ending in black claws, hollow eyes, and mangled rows of razor-sharp teeth put together in a grin. Monstrous.

You're out of breath.

"That looks great", the creature remarks cheerfully.

"Don't use my voice to talk. It's embarrassing to hear myself like that", you lecture it as you spread out the food onto the picnic blanket.

It switches back to the supervisor's soft, masculine tone.

"Sorry, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable."

The monster extends one bony hand over your head, fanning out the fingers and dragging them across your hair in gentle strokes. What a precious little human you are.

You did not run away. A terrifying thought: losing you after all the time spent together. It didn't want to chase you down and make it even worse for you. But you stayed, you truly did.

"By the way", you say as you bite into your sandwich, stretching out your legs. "Is it you who prevents the fires? Usually it's a common occurrence here, especially in summer."

You recall the scorching flames from the newspaper.

"Yes. To keep you safe, you understand."

"Not only did you lie to me about the job, but you kept me out of work, too", you whine. "I got bored to death! Days on end!"

You're suddenly pushed down into the blanket, and you stare into the spiraling, empty sockets, confused.

"I can entertain you to your heart's desire, (Y/N)."

Its snout widens in a flirty smile, releasing a bizarre succession of clicks. Is it laughing in its natural voice?

You blush.

"I suppose there are some ways..." you suggest cheekily, unbuttoning your shirt.

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[worldwhightnight]

Hiccup is a forest monster who hunts other monsters AU

🗣️ Question I asked my friend and now I'm asking you:

"How many seconds do you think it will take for Dagur/Viggo to get a boner when he sees this form of Hiccup for the first time?"

[tahioxaaa]

Rotten head

[mim70]

Forest monster

Koltusi, Ingermanlandia

[taniaomoka]

Lady Vediava. My illustrations for mythes and fairytales.

[dailyadventureprompts]

Monster Hunt: Nanny Knockthrice

A series of chilling disappearances has brought your party to the edge of the mist-haunted Greyspear Forest, as well as face to face with an enemy as ancient and enduring as the stones beneath your feet

Spoken of only in hushed voices, those who live on the edge of the wood tell of a terrible figure, cruel as the harshest winter, bent with age and the weight of the bulging sack she carries. They know no name for her besides the one handed down from elders, and that she appears at the door to each homestead once a year on the same moonless night to knock three times. Terrible fates are said to befall those who answer, so the locals keep to a tradition known as Opfernoct: laying out gifts for their unwelcome guest, keeping their homes dark and quiet until dawn.

Adventure Hooks:

The party venture into the village only to see one of the nearby houses with its roof partially torn off. Asking questions results in flimsy excuses and reproachful looks from strangers, until the truth comes out: A bookish boy named Verner was apparently snatched out of his home on the recent Opfernoct having snuck a candle to read in bed. His parents, who got the boy the book for his birthday have been shamed for not keeping a better leash on their child and kept from talking to the meddlesome party for fear their actions would bring even further reprocussions.

After impressing the local nobles with their adventurous antics, the party are invited to the marquess’s hunting lodge, an event sure to be filled with revelry and rife with opportunities to court both patronage and attractive strangers. Flouting local customs, the marquis has decided to keep her estate lit through ….  Ensuring the party will go on without interruption.  What a surprise then when a thunderous knock sounds at the door, only for a giant arm to shove through the entryway and snatch up a gaggle of guests (some the party despise, some they were quite getting on with) and drag them off into the night.

Recommended Reading: Check out my write up connecting giants & the feywild, which this draws heavily from.

Background: The legend of Nanny Knockthrice begins when the first woodsman sought to make a home within the boundaries of the primeval forest. The moment his axe had sunk into the trunk of a tree, an old woman stepped from the woods and demanded that a price be paid, for these were her lands and her trees, and the woodsman . The woodsman replied that he had nothing to pay the old woman with save the tools of his trade and the clothes on his back, and he would surely die without either. If she could defer payment for a year, until his labour had built his house and filled his larder, he'd gladly let her take her pick of rewards then. The old woman assented, vanishing into the forest just as soon as she'd appeared. Like any deal with the fey the weight of the bargain could not be understood until the woman returned a year later to take her pick of what the woodsman had filled his home with over the past year... snapping his new wife off the threshhold when she came to answer the door.

Challenges & Complications:

More than just her size, impossible strength, or her ability to fade in and out of the mist, the greatest threat Nanny Knockthrice presents is that she takes hostages and is not above using them as bargaining chips against meddling heroes. She will break the limbs of her victims in full view of the party to warn them against interfering, or lob them into freezing water to slow down her pursuers. When threats fail, it's time to open her bag of tricks, which can contain anything from a raging storm, captured feywild beasts, or even the animated bones of her previous tributes. She's liable to use these surprises in between uprooting entire pine trees to use as clubs, or throwing heroes like walnuts into the next valley over.

Stalking Knockthrice may prove the better option of rescuing her victims, but will require the party to venture into the feywild, passing through a veil of mist to a wilderness even more wild and foreboding than they left behind. Getting back might likewise prove an issue, and may require them to strike their own deal with a powerful fey to get home

Nanny's lair is a tumbledown stone cottage the size of a fortress known as the keening keep. Built into the top and side of a clearcut hillstead, it surveys the surrounding woodland like an owl looking for prey. The keep originally belonged to a tribe of batlike fey known as the gloamwing courterie, who now reluctantly act as the giant's servants after their forebearer swore an inverse deal to the woodsman: letting her store her tribute in their keep for a year save for the one night she must heap it on her back and wander the mortal world. While some gloamwings are loyal to Nanny, others resent being banished to the rafters of their ancesteral home, or having to share the darkened corners with all the morose mortals Knockthrice keeps like maltreated pets. The party may be able to strike a deal, keeping in mind the bats are all as sinister as any unseelie fae and might betray them at any point just to keep things interesting.

If the party pays attention when stories are shared around the fire, they might notice a loophole in the deal struck by the woodsman: namely that Knockthrice was not allowed to take either his tools, or his clothes. In the way of fairytales, tricking the giant into accepting either of these will break the cure, though the party might need to be clever about it. The woodsman's clothes are buried with him out back of the ruins of the cabin the party will keep stumbling across in their feywild wanderings. His axe was handed down to his extended family after he died of heartbreak, and could be anywhere by now... such as hanging over the mantle of a noble's hunting lodge, buried in an innocuous tree, or in the back of a creepy peddler's cart.

Art

[crryybabbyy]

“Midnight” prompt by @thenightquill & @picklemafia

“I crouch down into the makeshift hole

In this 100 year old oak

I wait until the footsteps of a lost soul

Come my way

It seems the ones

With their hearts in their hands

And their hopes trailing far behind them

Find their way to my neck of the woods

Oh what privilege

You forget you have

To feel the sweet sun kiss your skin

Waiting for the right moment

I spring into action

Large talons and razor sharp teeth

Tear away at this passerby

As I drink down their life force

I always wonder if they knew that this waltz

In the woods would be their last

Smearing the blood on the ground

Tossing the bones all around

I retreat back into my oak

Tears of penitence silently fall

As midnight strikes

And I’m face to face with the things I must do

To survive.”