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The town priest can lie all he wants. He has no one but himself to blame for the sickness of the worshippers who tore down our saplings. For the boughs and thorns swallowing his church. Was it not him who cursed the old gods that once laid here? Was it not him who asked those men to hollow out our groves? To hunt and eviscerate our forestfolk, furred and winged, who cannot even speak on their behalf? He will know better than to continue his desecration, lest he be found rotting in the thicket with ferns sprouting from his chest.

#the verdant ones speak {text post} #srry i havent posted in a while yall had writers block </3 #anyway!! angry forest god vibes hell yeah!! #cryptidcore #cryptidkin #forestcore #mushroomcore #frogcore #tw religious themes #tw animal death #regional gothic #southern gothic #cryptid core #cryptid aesthetic #cryptic suggestions #mosscore #gremlincore

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After a long day of fishing, you started the journey back to your campground as nightfall crept in. It wasn't until now that you realized that your radio had been missing from your bag. Maybe you had lost it along the trail. When retracing your steps proved fruitless, you wondered if you should confront your friend about it, as they had a bit of a habit of taking your things and pretending they hadn't. But arriving at camp, you froze in your tracks. Your friend no where to be found and the food ransacked, your missing radio sat right next to it. Almost as tall as the trees, it listened attentively to the crackles and mumbling until it's head shot towards you. The corners of it's jaw curled upwards. The hairs on the back of your neck raised as it stood on all fours and began to stagger towards you. Something like static came from it's throat, until it "spoke" near-verbatim,

"CALL NOW FOR A FREE QUOTE TODAY"

#shitpost #something a bit more funny based on a comment by @super-clump on my friendly forest entity post gjdkgjdkg #the idea of an entity/cryptid copying an ad to speak is so funny djfgsgklfdjlds #i mean it probably thinks hoomans like the funny talking box voices fsdkfJKFDJKA #whether or not this is another friendly cryptid trying to mimick speech or our lovely protag here is about to disappear under mysterious #circumstances is up for you to decide fdjgkdfgjkd #cryptidcore #cryptidkin #cryptic suggestions #cryptid #regional gothic #forestcore #mosscore

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Driving back home from work down the country backroad at night was as isolating as you had pictured. The fields here seem to go on for miles. You try not to stare too long. Little houses dot the distance, the only sign of life out here. You try not to stare too long. You stop at a sign. Your headlights reveal a silhouette crouched down by the old barn. You wonder if it's just a stray dog or lamb. But the thin, creaking limbs tell you otherwise. It's spine protrudes from it's flesh like thorns on a bramble. Far too many eyes. You try not to notice it approaching.

#the verdant ones speak {text post} #cryptidcore #cryptidkin #regional gothic #cryptid aesthetic #cryptic suggestions #forestcore #mosscore

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your parent is mothman. and they named u moth..

okay listen. listen to me. no one said naming was their strong suit.

#echoes from the old growth {asks} #we cryptids pride ourselves in being mysterious and otherworldly not giving names #let alone names humans can understand #nessie got it way better than a lot of us I'm afraid

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hiii this is out of context but whats your views on mothman?

think you're getting a little too personal asking abt my parent outta nowhere :\ but seriously, not one i'm super fixated on but i think it's a pretty cool cryptid regardless! i too, would like to be a big bird-like creature fucking around in the wilderness that may or may not be an omen of doom with sick bright red eyes

#echoes from the old growth {asks} #the fact that it apparently sounds like a fucking mouse kills me every time #also since moths are very fluffy i imagine it'd be great to hug #6-8+ feet of floof :)

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Enough cryptocurrency. I want CRYPTIDcurrency. Bigfoot bucks. Nessie nickels. Mothman’s face on the $20 bill.

#exactly #we are very cryptophobic in this house btw #cryptidcore

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[Description: Flatwoods Monster is carrying a bouquet of flowers. They drop one but Fresno Nightcrawler offers to pick it up. Flatwoods monster is confused since the Fresno Nightcrawler has no arms.]

[Description: The Fresno Nightcrawler picks it up with a nub-like foot. Flatwoods Monster is even more confused. Fresno Nightcrawler stretches its legs unnaturally long, alarming the Flatwoods Monster.]

[Description: The Flatwoods Monster is disgusted and nervous as the nub comes closer to their face, revealing a human-like foot holding the flower with its toes.]

This came to me in a fever dream and I knew I had to draw it. I apologize if its not as funny as I thought it was.

#look i know this is kinda off from my usual content but i couldn't NOT reblog this FSKJDGKSDJGSKJGKJS #long post #ask to tag #jic

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OMG!!! Fresno nightcrawler is one of my favs!!!!

aa yeah it's always nice to see another fan of em, esp with how they feel a bit more underrated compared to other cryptids!! honestly i can't help but think they're cute, i'd definitely want to befriend one if i could, they seem really chill

#echoes from the old growth {asks} #theyre friend shaped.... #also i love the yosemite footage of them where there's like a tall one and a small one that might be like a baby just walking and then the #'baby' just stops to look at the camera for a bit before running to catch up to it's parent its very cute gfjdgjdk

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bored? why not try getting lost in the vast untouched wilderness, never to be heard from again but still frequently asked about while listening to in the woods somewhere by hozier?

#the verdant ones speak {text post} #the vibes in hozier's songs are very nice #cryptidkin #cryptic suggestions #gremlincore #mosscore #forestcore #cryptid aesthetic #pacific northwest gothic #cryptid #cryptidcore

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what does ur url mean?

oh, something along the lines of "hollow eyes"! i've been keeping this url for a while actually and i thought it fit :)

#echoes from the old growth {asks} #i'll let you all in on some secret blog lore #this used to be a character aesthetic/rp blog before but it was from a pretty bad fandom so once i left i just soft blocked my followers #from there and started over

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There is a reason a bed of moss is called a bed of moss. If you’ve never taken a nap on a cool patch of moss in the warm sunlight you haven’t lived.

#i want to sleep on a bed of moss but i have trouble napping and there's no patches of moss that big near me :( #cryptidcore

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Friendly Forest Entity Trying to Befriend You: A Concept

A few weeks after you had moved into that cabin in the woods, you were uncertain if you were ever truly alone out here. First, it was the letters at your doorstep. All the same. Covered in old parchment. Caked in some black, dried substance that may or may not be wax. The faint scent of wet earth. Unintelligible lettering that you weren't even sure was in an existing language.

Stranger still, was when it started leaving other things. Dripping, fresh berries, resting on leaves. Hollow seeds and old pinecones. The branches of a fir laced with wildflowers. It seemed to know when you were running out of herbs and leaves for your tea. There was also the occasional item of dubious origin. Like the bones that showed up in the backyard. Too big to be an animal, not long after that awful neighbor who would always harass you if you so much as looked at their property had gone missing.

One morning you had been getting logs for the fire. Someone mumbling in the distance. Their shape muddied in the fog. You call out and conversate. It's somewhat one-sided. They don't seem to have much to say, but they seem happy to see you. They say you are even kinder than they thought you'd be. The chill on your spine flares. You couldn't quite describe it, but their voice, the fluctuations, their pronunciations, they felt.. Off. The way they moved was stiff, artificial. Come to think of it, was their mouth always so wide? Did their eyes always glow like headlights? You ran away quickly. The firewood you had left behind appeared on the porch the next day.

On a particularly rainy night, you had been fast asleep only to be awakened by your dog barking. Trying to quiet them, you searched from your room window. Too dark to see it. It was standing just outside the door. The same all too inhuman voice from the firewood incident. It claimed it was your friend from town checking in on you. At 3 am. It was at least polite enough to leave when you asked it to.

It even seemed to watch over you beyond the cabin. You wondered why the churchgoers in town looked so afraid of you, why the gas station clerk always looked over your shoulder while you paid. Or was it something in the trees? Maybe they didn't want to bring it's attention.

At one point, you seemed to know when it was there. The room would feel like winter. The smell of oakmoss and petrichor. Somehow, it's voice didn't seem so chilling anymore. It sang of things old as time itself when you were restless at night. It seemed to enjoy reading along to the novels you brought from home. It echoed the overly affectionate words you'd give your dog, as if it was trying to show you it's appreciation. The garden seemed to flourish whenever it came by, almost like a gift of sorts. You couldn't say how or why you caught it's interest, but somehow, having it's company brought a strange comfort.

#the verdant ones speak {text post} #a little different from my usual but i hope yall like it! #i just really like the thought of a friendly cryptid/entity #cryptidcore #cryptidkin #cryptic suggestions #gremlincore #forestcore #regional gothic #mosscore #cryptid aesthetic #cryptid core #concept #cryptic concept #northern gothic #cryptids #american gothic #long post #eldritch #eldritch aesthetic

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Sorry about that weird anon, but in the hopes that i can cancel it out, i love your blog!! The imagery you use in your posts always feels so alive and it gives me this like,,,,,, creepy-peaceful feeling. I like it a lot. Seeing your posts on my dash always makes me really happy :) im mentally giving you some weird mushrooms and feathers from the woods near my house. We are standing at the top of the mountain above the woods and looking at the machine graveyard (a bunch of old trucks and pieces of machinery that are sort of hidden away and rusting into the hillside. I think things live in them.)

i never figured i could piss someone off with my moss posting but anon clearly proves me wrong lol, anyway though, ahhh thank you so much!! i'm glad this blog makes you feel that way and i hope i can continue to give you and other people who follow me a bit of happiness in your day with it :)

#echoes from the old growth {asks} #although this blog is pretty new and i don't have much on it yet #it's nice knowing my posts give people that kind of vibe #also thank you for the mushrooms and feathers! #i'm sure the view is lovely :)

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what is it with you "cryptidcore" blogs trying to make the most mundane shit scary. not everything needs to be oOoOoO SPoOookY. you sound like a bad creepypasta writer.

my humanly compadre why are you getting so angry over a spooky cryptid blog on tumblr dot com. i am literally just sitting here.

#echoes from the old growth {asks} #a cryptid nonbeliever probably sent this /j #anyway #i have anon asks open in case anybody wants to submit any little gothic/cryptidcore writing things :)

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More Oregon Gothic

The rain is starting to breathe life into the woods again. You wonder how long it will be until it wakes up.

A pair of lights burn through your rearview mirror. You are the only driver here.

The headstones of the local cemetery are faint. The moss and lichen smothering them have always been here, and they'll be here long after you're gone.

The campground is usually quiet at night. You pray the wailing outside your tent is just an animal.

An injured deer hobbles by the road. It's herd gazes at you with scorn. You keep driving.

The bonfire is comforting. But in between the laughter of you and your friends after some silly ghost story and the flicker of the embers, you could almost see something vaguely human in the tree line.

The birds sound cheerful today. They sing of things you know, and things you wish you hadn't.

The lake is clear like glass and blue as the sky. But it's whispering feels like it might just pull you in.

Small carrion sits by the sidewalk. An opossum, it seems. Though from the ragged breathing and glassed eyes that follow you, you're not quite sure it's dead.

A snake jumps out from the tall grass and slithers past you. The birds flee and the frogs go silent. You'd rather not find out what they're afraid of.

#the verdant ones speak {text post} #these are all based on personal exepriences i've had here btw fdjfskjf #cryptidcore #cryptidkin #cryptic suggestions #regional gothic #northern gothic #oregon gothic #gremlincore #forestcore #mosscore #pacific northwest gothic #mushroomcore #cryptid aesthetic #cryptid

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Remember, the woods will not judge you. If tears burn your eyes, the sprouts will accept them. The leaves will whisper reassurance, if you only understood them. The roots will hold you if you feel the weight of the world crushing you, so tightly it feels suffocating. We are always listening. Do not forget.

#the verdant ones speak {text post} #a little ominous positivity :) #cryptidcore #gremlincore #cryptic suggestions #cryptidkin #cryptic positivity #northern gothic

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If you're cold, the entities observing your home from the trees are cold. Let us in.

#the verdant ones speak {text post} #cryptidcore #cryptidkin #forestcore #mosscore #gremlincore #mushroomcore #frogcore #cryptic suggestions