#sporelingsona

Sorry for the bad quality :(

Anyway, here's their intro!

Their name is Mixile (pronounced Max-zael) and age is unknown, but thought to be somewhere in their teens.

They bacame a sporeling simply because of a dare.

One of their friends dared them to eat a very weird looking mushroom that had spores floating around it they saw near a hill. And because they were young and stupid, they did exactly that.

Who would've thought that eating a mushroom grown by Mother/Father Spore would turn you into a sporeling?

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I tried to base them off of fairy inkcaps, but it didn't work out too well. They can grow shrooms in small amounts on their legs, though there is none during the time this was drawn, which is why they prefer dresses and skirts over pants.

Fun fact: Mixile can rip off a limb and not feel pain. They only do this if they need something to eat right this second.

The weird tendrils hanging by their shroom cap is nothing more than a second set of hair.

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I'll color them later on, but the color palette (as of currently) is shades of purple with some light blue for the shirt underneath the dress and maybe a pastel pink for the skin.

@all54321

I’m super pleased with this. Sitting poses are harder than they look. And I love how this looks.

The purple around her is meant to be spores at that. It’s very simplistic.

@bluiex

@spacecatdet

Hope you like it All.

My sporelingsona's name is Telperion. However, it was not always that. The boy before Telperion is long gone, and when he wasn't - he was a nobody. He grew up in the poorer part of town that was overlooked by many mayors of the district. Though the new mayor, Mumbo, was making a significantly better effort than his predecessors it wasn't enough to get the young ones life out of the gutter. His parents vanished early on, and he lived on scraps and the desperate hope that one day his parents would return. They wouldn't, not ever. Eventually, one week he did not gather enough pity from the more fortunate townsfolk to get by, and in a fit of dejected delirium, ran off into the forest where everyone was warned not to go, by way of people vanishing mysteriously. He ran and he ran, until he collapsed face first into- was this grass purple? And writhing? He didn't know. He saw figures surround him, but when they saw someone on the cusp of adulthood, clearly struggling - on a path which end was drawing closer, they let down their guard. They beckoned their Father, who's heart panged for the young one and he held out his hand, deadly gaseous wisps flowing out from him. For a moment, the scene looked familiar. Sitting low on the ground, with a tall man reaching his hand down. It felt like home. It felt like his dad found his way home, though he knew the Father wasn't his. (Not yet, at least.) Uncaring of the consequences, he held out a shaky hand and joined the hivemind.

Thus, Telperion was born.

Now, onto what the actual 'sona is. His associated fungi is the Green-spored parasol - Chlorophyllum molybdites. There are many small growths on his body, but there is a large one on the left side of his head, angled as if it were a classy wide-brim hat. He wears a mixture of grey, pick and gold, with the most notable article of clothing being a long, pink scarf that trails to the floor. It's loose enough that it frees his neck to allow shrooms to grow and spores to spread from his neck and it's settled nicely on the canopy of shrooms on his shoulders. Mycelium has woven in the thread of the scarf, reinforcing its durability and allowing him to control it like a tentacle - mostly used for defense.

Speaking of defense, because of his lack of supportive figures in the past, he has taken up the role of a caretaker, and will watch over, guide and protect newly-turned sporelings, or sporelings born amongst their citizens. Normally if they are threatened, he will attempt to subdue and restrain - though, not without violence - the intruder before either turning them or questioning Father or Mother for their fate. However, due to his loyalty and respect to Father Spore for personally saving him, if a royal sporeling (direct offspring of Father and Mother Spore) is among those he is watching for that day - whether they are simply in the group or he is specifically tasked to watch over them specifically - he will abandon all pretense of trying to add to their ranks and assault with extreme prejudice until they are nothing more than a feast for his ravenous charges. I mean, he’s a caretaker. Gotta feed the kids ;) Notes: I just reread the hivemind post and it specifically says “You have been turned by the mycelium and now a sporeling. We want to see what you look like!” so oops on that front, this is based off my OC that I made when I was like 12 and I’ve been running with it since because... why not lol?

this is what my gaudy MC skin looks like so imagine a big ass parasol shroom on his head, a long ass mycelium ridden scarf, more realistic clothing and that’s pretty much him 

@bluiex @spacecatdet

I decided to join in and make my OC as a sporeling. Prior to being infected, she was a journalist and loved writing (I had to connect her to me in some way). After being infected, she spends her free time documenting all species of mushrooms out there. She has an extensive collection of observations she’s made on the mushrooms in their territory, and of how the people are infected by those mushrooms.

Her fungi is a violet webcap. She will occasionally emit a cloud of spores unintentionally. She can do it intentionally, but doesn’t see a reason to. She prefers hanging around with other sporelings (mostly studying the mushrooms) then going near “normal” humans, so there’s not much reason to. She is also a dragon hybrid.

I decided to also write a thing about how she got infected as well. This takes place in my Father Spore Spy AU, really early on. It would feel wrong to write my sporelingsona outside of this AU, really. So she is talking to Scar here. This is before he became well known as Father Spore, hence why she didn’t know what to call him.

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I twirl my pen, staring out into the forest. Technically I shouldn’t be this close to the… whatever this is. But I really need a good story to keep my job, so investigating the weird mushroom place it is.

I duck under the police tape they put up, walking down the road to the forest. I look around as I officially enter the ‘corrupted’ area. It’s boring, for a lack of a better word, not anything story worthy. Not this close to town.

“This is such a horror movie cliche,” I murmur, heading into the forest. “But it’s not like there’s some beast here that’s actually eating people,” I continue, studying the trees. They’re completely covered in mycelium, it spreading like spiderwebs. Mushrooms grow out of them.

“Well, I certainly don’t eat people.”

I shout, jumping as I drop my pen and notepad. A man? is suddenly in front of me… staring. “Hi…?” I try, carefully taking in his appearance. He definitely fits in here, considering he’s completely covered in mushrooms himself, his eyes are also glowing an eerie green color.

“What brings you out here?” He asks, eyes never wavering from mine.

“I… wanted to write about what’s happening here. For, uh, the newspaper.”

“So you came out here, all alone?”

“I can’t have anyone taking my story, I kinda need it to keep my job,” I explain, for some reason feeling like I should be honest to it. To him? “Wanna answer some questions?” It hasn’t tried to attack me either way, so it can’t hurt to ask.

“You came all the way out here to keep your job?” His interest seems to have perked up a lot at that. A worrying level, really.

“Yes…?”

He grins, “well I have an offer for you!”

“You do?” I ask, dropping down to grab my pen and notebook again.

“You can continue fighting for your job, or you can join us and never have to worry about it again.”

“Us?” I repeat, more intrigued than I probably should be.

“Yes, us,” he gestures a hand around them, “the mycelium would love you to join us.”

“Sounds like some kind of creepy cult thing…”

He seems almost offended at the notion, “we are not a cult. We have just been enlightened to something much better.”

“Yeah… sounds like a cult.” He stares at me silently, as if deciding what to do, definitely making me realize I probably messed up. “If you’re not a cult then what are you?” I ask, hoping to be spared from… whatever he might do to me.

“Joining us, joining the mycelium, is a gift better than life,” he says instead. “It gives you a connectedness no normal person can ever feel.”

I stare at him, trying to figure out a good way to respond to… whatever that is. For some reason, it feels compelling to agree. “So, say I agree to join this… mycelium. If I wanted to leave later, can I?”

His grin almost looks sharp when he replies, “I can assure you that if you want to leave, you can.”

“Alright, sure,” I eventually reply. Whatever happens with this, at least it will make a damn good story.

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In this world, people infected by the mycelium are unable to want to leave it. It doesn’t matter what would happen if someone wants to leave, because they can’t even fathom the idea of leaving. If someone is resilient to joining and thus more likely to want to leave, the mycelium forces their mind to not consider it by making them mostly mindless. Aka those who are the mindless drones. Also my gal has totally unknowingly inhaled a lot of spores, her clear thinking is definitely starting to fade.

This story is technically canon to the Father Spore Spy AU, but it doesn’t hold a major impact thus it isn’t really important to the story. I guess this is just some more insight onto some things.

Eeeee Sporelingsona!

This is Jade, she is a Lichen Sporeling, Glow Lichen at that! Ir grows on her skin, hair, fur, arms, and back.

She wears gloves as the palms of her hand also have mold on them and it’s poisonous. Her mouth has the same mold inside it.

She has very small blue/white mushrooms on her that have thin stalks and break easy.

(She’s a wolf hybrid originally)