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The Forgotten Woods

@th3w00ds

Obsessed with various fandoms / Any pronouns except he/him, preferably she/they though
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Hello everybody !! I have decided that since I am bored rn, I am now comfortable with y’all doing: fic requests! My ask box should be open, but I’ll check it.

WHAT I WILL DO:

  • Yandere fics
  • X readers
  • Fluff
  • Angst
  • Now that I think of it pretty much anything but smut

WHAT I WILL NOT DO:

  • Smut. I’m not really sure if I’m comfortable writing and posting smut yet, maybe one day; I also don’t know if I’d do a good job at writing it 🤷‍♀️

FANDOMS:

  • YouTuber Egos (Especially NWTB egos, but I’ll do any! :D)
  • HTTYD
  • Steven Universe
  • BG3
  • Star Wars
  • Sanders Sides
  • Creepypasta
  • Slenderverse
  • How to Train Your Dragon
  • Wings of Fire

OTHER:

  • I am also comfortable with general questions being asked, nothing overly personal though
  • I am also comfortable with headcanon requests!

REQUESTS CURRENT STATUS: OPEN

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nyctosaurid

if you don’t know the difference between a hare and a rabbit you’ve never gazed into the cold wild eyes of a hare and known that if it could speak it would speak backwards

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Jack Rabbits are North American Hares and they’re the WORST to encounter at night becuase:

  • You all know how big a rabbit is.  Jack Rabbits and hares are much bigger. they’re the size of large cats or small dogs or just-walking-age children.
  • They also like to hang out in gangs of a hlf dozen to over 30.
  • and in the middle of backcountry dirt roads.
  • perhaps they’re dustbathing
  • or blood sacrifce
  • I don’t know because when you come up the road at night because your dog has a tiny bladder and needs to go out at midnight and you have no yard so you’re walking him on the dirt road around your neighborhod because you might aw well get some stargazing in, and you come just over the ridge to see a coven of twenty jackrabbits in the middle of the road
  • and
  • they
  • all
  • stand
  • up
  • not just onto all fours like a proper prey animal
  • No they get up on thier hind legs and don’t just sit but STAND like tiny rabbit-skinned toddlers, wobbing slightly as they stare directly at you eyes shining in your flashlight’s glow
  • …Blood Red.
  • And a chill goes through you on that warm july night because while they’re a puntable size and allegedly herbivores they’re standing and watching you just like people and you are vastly outnumbered.
  • everyone freezes
  • you’re considering your odds aganst roughly 200lbs of Suspiciously Humanoid Hare
  • and they’re considering their odds against you
  • the only sound in the never-ending high desert wind 
  • somewhere in your peripheral vision you can see the streetlights but they seem awfully far away
  • The nearest Jack Rabbit
  • Blinks
  • and takes a single shuffling step
  • forward
  • You area an overdevloped monkey and your prefrontal cortex is capable of some amazing feats but it runs very slowly compared to the reflexes of a rabbit and you’re frozen as you desperately scramble for the appropriate course of action, hands feeling thick and useless, mouth dry and feet imeasurably heavy there’s no way you’d outrun THESE, god there’s a rabies outbreak going around that shit’s not curable-
  • The Dog
  • L U N G E S
  • It’s only the briefest of movements but the animal you’d picked out for his gangly legs and floppy ears and goofy smile is suddenly a dark shape of muscle and teeth and had flung himself at the horrible goblin rabbits faster than mere physics should dictate, appearing in the circle of the flashlight for only the briefest of moments before the jolt from the leash makes you stumble and the light falters
  • The Jack Rabbits
  • Scatter
  • Vanishing into the faintly starlit sagebrush in as so many faint gray shapes that might be mistaken for the dustclouds they kick up
  • Later, you sit on the couch disquieted
  • and you wonder
  • If the sight of the Jack Rabbits standing and studying you was frightening enough to make you yearn for the safety of the yellowed streetlights
  • what must it be like from thier end?
  • what terrifying creature 
  • deliberately ties itself
  • to something so horrible
  • As a Dog?

@gallusrostromegalus that last bit gave me such a strong mental image I absolutely had to draw it

WELL HOLY SHIT.

CONGRATULATE, THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I WAS GOING FOR.

is it ok if I print it out and stick it on the fridge?

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wienners

My dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called “Everymanhybrid” 😳 you’ll be zonked out of your gourd 💯

Me: yeah whatever. I don’t feel shit.

5 minutes later: dude I swear I just saw slenderman in the forest

My buddy Habit pacing: your grandparents weren't real

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wienners

"dude its not that embarassing to rewatch some creepypasta stuff you liked as a teenager" the character i imprinted on like a baby duck at 16 was a demon from new jersey that acts like the humanization of every offspring song and canonically listens to scissor sisters. His favorite color is purple and his favorite pokemon is Gengar. He leaves people notes with emojis on them. He acts like a beetlejuice scare actor at halloween horror nights. His catchphrase is "feeling sassy?" Hes (allegedly) worked with every war criminal throughout history and been every serial killer. even the gay ones. he ate a baby. he wears a white fedora that makes every video he wears it in feel dated by like 7 years. he hacked a girls tumblr blog. he torments people by playing frank sinatra at them. theres a canon blog entry where he makes the speakers blare rob zombie before he enters a room, then holds a guy at gunpoint to describe what he did to to him while "making sure to leave in all the cool parts". Hes like ten tumblr sexymen traits rolled into one. Sometimes his voice gets distorted and it makes him sound like Bill Ciphers first year on HRT. For some fucking reason i associate the song Cake By The Ocean with him. I firmly believe that if everymanhybrid didn't require a masters degree in creepypasta autism to comprehend, he would've caused more teenage stabbings than the slenderman incident and more kin war tumblr scenarios than nagito komaeda.

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julewolfstar

so i played Late Night Jives and u liked it so much i'm making an universe inspired by bartender Benjamin.

where Ben moves on with his life after Actor's death and thanks to the manor's entities (maybe one followed him?) he doesn't get older. eventually he becomes a bartender since no one really wants a butler anymore, and that's when he runs into Actor again.

and Mark is a complete and total mess. he's only in that bar to drink his sorrows away, since it's early and middle of the week. his parole just ended, and his jobs still absolutely suck. he hasn't had anyone to call a friend in ages, and he's sure his life can't get any worse than this.

they don't recognize each other at first, until they introduce himself to each other. maybe something along the lines of

"Benjamin? I once had a butler with the same name."

"... Funny, I once worked as a butler for an actor named Mark."

moment of realization

"... Ben? Is that you? You're not dead?"

"... Master Mark?... I thought-..."

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aimlesspoet

a bottom-tier autistic experience is being told throughout your entire childhood that you are just an overthinker when it comes to social situations and later finding out that your friends did, in fact, hate being around you and tried to communicate that through weird little hints