A silly little comic I made for the Resurrection Original Character Tournament project. Part of my judge's backstory is that his ex resurrected him after killing him years prior (oopsie).
Beings like Alice are sentient forests, well known for being aggressive and manipulative creatures. While she would have certainly scared @cloudbatcave's Blanca, the possibility of speaking with such a rare plant variety would have caught Blanca’s interest.
Reference entries are closing tonight! I'll be sharing updates as we go into the audition stage!
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December Prompts Day 8: Sweets
GN! Reader (you/your); GN! Unnamed! Plant Person (they/them); abduction; drugging; implied future noncon and gangbang; a vine goes in your mouth
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The woods are eerily quiet this deep into them. Usually, the overhead canopy was thick enough to block out the sun, but not during the winter. Still, it was only a few weak beams of sunlight that were able to reach you through the cacophony of overlapping limbs, even bare of leaves as they were.
Out here, amongst the trees, you could finally feel some semblance of peace. Sure, there were dangerous animals. and even more dangerous humans, lurkinging in the forest, but you'd take them over the town streets any day.
At least when you hear the near imperceivable rustling of fallen leaves behind you, nothing and no one stops you from bolting. Anything moving that carefully in the woods wasn’t something you wanted to mess with.
Yet, you don’t get far as you trip over a root. Or, more accurately, the root trips you.
“Ahw,” a voice coos in your ear, “thought a cutie like you would wanna play some!”
Twisting onto your back, your brain stops for a second as you see someone leaning over you. Someone who…looks like they’re made of plants?
Sure, probably not the weirdest thing you’ve seen, but you still freeze as you try to process this new and seemingly impossible thing in front of you.
The biggest mistake you could have made.
The root - vine? The plant person’s vine? - that tripped you twists around your ankle, snaking up your leg and traveling over your torso before you can properly react. An involuntary gasp leaves you as your shirt drags up with the vine’s movement, the coarse tendrils tickling your stomach, twisting over your chest and nipples.
Seeing this opportunity, the vine plunges forward, filling your mouth with the taste of wood and rich earth. Your first instinct to bite down is quickly silenced as something releases from the vine, thick as syrup and twice as sweet. The instant the liquid touches your tongue, your skin ignites. A deep, unreachable itch sparking to life in your gut as you squirm on the ground, pulling limply at your own clothes as the vine settles itself in the warm cavern of your mouth.
“Drink up, honey,” the plant person croons, kneeling down to scoop you up into their arms. They’re deceptively strong, lifting you as if you weigh nothing to them. Maybe you do, you’re starting to feel like you weigh nothing at all as more fluid pours down your throat. You can feel it, a tacky substance spilling past your lips as you struggle to drink it down, striking down your chin and neck, staining your skin.
“Better than any sweet in town, darling,” they murmur, a cool hand stroking over your head. It’s strangely soothing, and you can feel your eyes growing heavy as they start to carry you deeper into the forest. Deeper than you ever dared to go on your own. Yet, you can’t seem to bring yourself to care, relaxing your throat for the continuous liquid and settling into their embrace.
“Oh, the others are going to love you.”
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What’s this?! 2 posts in the same year?! Hahahaha maybe I’ve had some inspiration, who knows I want to draw more. Totally miss drawing and sharing, it gives me anxiety and a little bit scared.
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Inktober Day 5: “Blooming” - another prompt by JuliaMachtzKunst on Instagram.
This is my OC Alice! This piece is based a bit on how the females of her forest species are made. The spell to change the host from a human takes about a year. For this duration, the host is buried underground. When complete, the teens or young women wake back up and claw themselves to the surface.
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