#Cryptid planner

[parklandcryptid-studies]

Happy August!

May your month be filled with wonder, and may you achieve all your goals.

Washi from Tinkerbells Kawaii, stickers from @dogfruit01 and Bright Bat Design, the Furby was a gift and I don't know who the artist is unfortunately.

#Bujo #August spread #bullet journal #journalling #journal setup #planning #planner #DIY planner #plan with me #planner layout #bujo layout #August 2023 #Dogfruit01 #Bright Bat Design #Tinkerbells Kawaii #Cryptid layout #Cryptid theme #Cryptid planner #spooky aesthetic #cute spooky #studyblr #study #uni #uni student #student blog

[freshhotflavors]

✨ bogos binted 👽

#aliens and ufos #aliencore #alien #ufology #cryptids #extraterrestrial #stickers #lisa frank stickers #sticker artist #planner stickers #cute sticker #sticker shop #sticker art

[childotkw]

Oh oh! How would Tom handle a time traveling Harry who does not go to Hogwarts but instead lives in the Forbidden Forest?

Like Tom, to stay fit or something, regularly works out every morning since he was seven. (Maybe in a misguided attempt to be adopted if he was physically appealing) and saw Harry fishing at the lake right by the forest while on his daily run.

He looks eleven, too, but Tom can't remember him from the sorting. The camper waved at him and hurried back into the forest before Tom could get too close, yanking his giant set up tent into a backpack that could not have been possible without magic.

For years, Tom asks about the boy in the woods, but no one believes him because no one has seen this boy, least of all in the Forbidden Forest of all places. Tom decides to prove his real and gets distracted from his bloodline.

Meanwhile, Harry is happy being a Forbidden Forest Hermit.

cryptid!Harry lurking in the woods and becoming an urban legend that only Tom has ever actually seen? Hilarious!

Now, the important thing to understand is that Harry never meant to end up in the Forbidden Forest. It wasn’t on his to-do list.

(Not that Harry’s to-do lists were ever that well thought out, more momentous tasks distilled down into: ‘stop voldemort???’ or ‘figure out why Death is such a bitch’. But hey - at least he has a to-do list. That’s better than most people he’s met.)

Regardless.

Waking up as a tiny, underfed eleven year old in the middle of the fucking Forbidden Forest the year Tom Riddle was set to arrive at Hogwarts? Not explicitly in his plans but Harry can adapt. Harry excels at adapting to whatever bullshit situation he’s thrown into. Death thinks this little temporal hiccup will stop Harry from separating them completely and reversing the MoD stuff? ha. Fat chance.

Harry had always nursed childish fantasies of running away from the Dursleys and living in the wildness, and he’s got a year living on the run in a tent under his belt. He knows how to survive.

(He’s always known how to survive. Some days, it’s the only thing Harry thinks he can do anymore. Survive survive survive - he’s doing it so well nothing would ever kill him again)

So, setting up in the Forbidden Forest is nothing. It’s safe to live in (if you know where to go and what to avoid), and it’s protected (thanks to it’s horrific reputation), and there’s plenty of food (so long as you ask the plants before plucking their fruits and only go after non-sapients - which, honestly, is just an awful term, Harry hates it, humanity was a mistake).

Does he mean to let a baby!Tom Riddle spot him on the boy’s morning run one day? Well…’no’ sounds like a lie but it’s not the truth either. Harry was curious, okay? He’s allowed to be curious about the kid who will grow up to ruin so many lives. He’s allowed to mess with Riddle a little after all the shit he put Harry through.

It’s karma.

But. See. Harry’s not a planner (note: his to-do lists). Harry doesn’t think years and decades in advance. It’s just not how his brain works.

How was he supposed to know that the handful of times he dangled his presence in front of Tom Riddle would kick-off a small obsession in the boy?

How was he to know that Tom Riddle, tenacious bastard that he was, would take Harry’s existence as a taunt?

How was he to know that Tom Riddle would spend hours and hours thinking about him, and that the one time Harry actually got close enough for a conversation - they were both fifteen, by the way, and maybe he wanted to see if he could curb the imminent patricide, sue him - that it would ignite that small obsession into a wildfire that would burn them both?

It’s hardly Harry’s fault. He can’t be blamed. He’s the victim here!

#anonymous #HP #harry potter #tom riddle #harry is a lying liar who lies

[goldfish-afterhours]

Genshin Characters During Finals Season (College AU)

Characters: Zhongli, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Albedo, Bennett, Childe, Kaeya

Type/Genre: Bulleted headcanons, comedy

Warnings: Foul language, slightly suggestive humour/for comedic purposes

Zhongli

Calm and collected at first

As the days go by, Zhongli would start looking more and more like a tired dad

Walks around slightly frowning, bags under his eyes from all nighters, and clutching a mug of coffee so hard that people are afraid it’s gonna break, but even more afraid to tell him to be careful

Has heat compresses on the back of his neck and forehead to ease the headaches from the lack of sleep

Probably told Childe to shut the fuck up and mind your own business when he warned him about his cup

“Childe, if I do not kill this final I will kill you in its stead. Leave me be.”

Thoma

Probably part of one of those student care organizations that makes care packages for other students

His smile when he hands out the packages is so bright and healing it could bring back the dead

Always motivating his peers and tries to keep everyone’s spirits up

Offers to get everyone in the study group coffee

He’s not the best at school but he has a lot of friends that are willing to tutor him and do his assignments help him with his work

Likes to snack while he’s studying

“No giving up yet! Let’s take a snack break, you’ll think better with something in your belly.”

Venti

Chills at a coffee shop with a big friend group to “study”

They do jack shit

Probably spends more time staring at the drink menu than his exam notes

Grade A procrastinator, does all his homework the night before it’s due and studies for exams the morning of

Due tomorrow do tomorrow amiright

Always seems to do okay tho?? People wanna scold him for his bad study habits but he actually does okay in school so they can’t really say anything

Doesn’t study hard but parties 100x harder

“Come on, live a little! If your exam is at 2pm, you can just start studying at 9 tomorrow morning and you’ll be fine.”

Xiao

Pulls all nighter after all nighter after all nighter after all nighter after-

No one can ever find him during the day on campus or in his dorm—it’s like he despawned and just does not exist

Only time he is spotted by others is always at 3am in the morning like a cryptid and he looks like a zombie

He’s actually working a part time job along with going to classes and helping others with their work. An angry looking good boy.

Studies in the lecture halls by himself, blasting music as loud as he can on his headphones to keep himself awake

Mf going to go deaf is2g lower ur volume boi

“…hey. I’m getting a coffee, do you want one?”

Albedo

Plans his time meticulously. Has an extremely organized planner where he writes out exactly what he’s going to do at every hour of the day so he can maximize his week

Includes mealtimes, breaks, and poop times relaxation periods

Usually studies in his room, but for some reason people keep barging in on him to ask for study help so he has to find different hiding places to work in peace

So far, the best place has been the graduate students lounge. No he does not belong there, but no one questions him because it looks like he does

“If you really need my help, I have twenty seven and a half minutes between lunch and my bathroom break this Thursday. Come find me then.”

(Rejected quote: “What’s my masters in? No no, the only thing I’m a master of is your mom.”)

Bennett

The type of person to have the “please don’t talk to me I have work to do and if you talk to me I won’t stop” sign on his back while working in the library

Fell asleep while completing an assignment

Missed the midnight deadline for said assignment

Slept through the exam the next morning

At this point just let him sleep at least he won’t have to deal with it then

“That was a good nap…now I got the energy for my assignment and the exam!”

Childe

Would be a good student if he wasn’t bothering other people so often

Probably bakes when he’s stressed. His roommates are always awoken at 4 in the morning to the sound of the oven beeping and the heavenly smell of freshly baked cookies

Has a friendly rivalry with Zhongli. He always asks when Zhongli will be turning in an assignment, and what mark he’s aiming for for the final exam

Turns in the final paper at least a week before it’s due and aims for ten percent higher than Zhongli on the exam

If he needs bonus marks to reach that then so be it

Otherwise slacks off a bit

He’d be a really good student if he wasn’t so competitive with Zhongli all the time

“You good, Zhongles? You trying to squeeze a better grade out of that mug?”

Kaeya

This man probably used red bull as the liquid for his instant coffee

An absolute menace and loves messing with people

Tells them that the exam is on a whole other different thing than what they were studying for, or that the due date of a big assignment was changed

Nobody goes to him for help

If you do genuinely need help with a concept, though, he’s more than willing to help

Just make sure to provide adequate compensation for him ;)

By compensation I mean more red bull this man has drank 3 cans in ten minutes please stop him

“What? If they do shit, that only helps with our bellcurve, right? Their fault for trusting me anyways~”

#I was just being silly w albedos lol #genshin impact #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #Zhongli #Thoma #Childe #Kaeya #Bennett #albedo #venti #Xiao #fluff #funny #my writing

[threeamserif]

Dark Academia Asks, Revisited

Studies & History

Subject: Favourite school subject (current or past)?

Interest: Favourite general area of study/interest?

Era: Favourite historical period/era, and why?

Figure: Favourite historical or mythological figure, and why?

Campus: Dream university?

Intrigue: Favourite historical fun fact or odd occurrence?

Procrastinate: Have you left an assignment until the last minute?

Planner: Do you plan your assignments, or do you just go for it?

Literature

Genre: Favourite literary genre?

Novel: Favourite book?

Sonnet: Favourite poem?

Author: Favourite author?

Quote: Favourite book/poem quote?

Present: What are you currently reading?

Future: What's next on your tbr?

Perfect: Last book you gave 5 stars to?

Imperfect: Last book you gave 1/2 stars to?

Personal: Any books you recommend?

Poet: Do you write poetry? If so, can you share some of your work?

Music

Album: Favourite album?

Singer: Favourite artist?

Record: Favourite genre?

Lyric: Favourite lyric?

Listen: Most listened to song on your spotify rewind?

Clothing & Interiors

Hue: Favourite colour?

Formal: Favourite fashion period, and why?

Vaulted: Favourite architectural/interior design period, and why?

Dream: Describe your dream house.

Comfort: Favourite item of clothing you own, and why?

Antique: Oldest antique you own?

Mythology

Theology: Your religion?

Deity: Favourite god(dess), whether from your religion or otherwise, and why?

Tale: Favourite mythological story or folk tale?

Cryptid: Favourite cryptid or mythological creature?

Art

Curate: Favourite museum?

Painter: Favourite artist?

Canvas: Favourite painting, and why?

Hobby: Do you make any art of your own (traditional or digital, painting/music/writing/etc)

Other

Season: Favourite season?

Weather: Favourite weather?

Caffeine: Pick only one: tea, coffee, or energy drinks?

#dark academia

[gsstories]

Bloody Devotion AU

Okay, so we all know @naffeclipse’s Cryptid Sightings right? Sun, Moon and Eclipse being the cryptid’s and Y/N being the hunter. I love that, it is a masterpiece and I wanna be held by them.

I have taken inspiration from the recent cryptid Y/N ideas they have had and decided to make an AU of my own, adding an OC of mine cause why not. (I have no idea if anyone did this before so let me know if they have) So, the AU consists of Y/N being a cryptid, one that is rather small in stature but has been around for centuries while Sun, Moon and Eclipse are the hunters, in search of the one responsible of the recent murders around the forest. Moon is the planner, Sun is the distraction and Eclipse is the catcher.

They don’t have much luck finding anything but one night camping in the woods they hear something. Branches snapping, trees being scratched slowly yet loudly. The three draw their weapons and point at where the sound is from. Then… you appear.

And behind you is a much more monstrous entity. A creature with dark gray skin, sharp teeth and pointy ears, the irises of their eyes a bright red color that stood out because of the dark sclera. Blotches of dried blood and scars decorated their body, wearing a reddish jacket and brown pants that were above the knees. On its chest was a vivisection scar in the shape of a Y. It had hair that was dark red and brightened up to a more soft color. This creature towered over the animatronics easily…

You and your cryptid partner look at the three hunters curiously. They are… odd. They do not have heart beats… There is no scent of blood in them either.

They are nervous, yes, but usually racing hearts could be heard. Now you are curious, intrigued…

What are these odd, non human beings…?

#BloodyDevotion!Au #fnaf au #oc #cryptid y/n #cryptid oc #armaros #fnaf daycare attendant #sundrop #moon fnaf #fnaf sun #fnaf eclipse #moondrop #cryptid hunters #fnaf dca #fnaf dca au #au #fnaf #security breach #fnaf security breach

[nanowrimo]

4 Tips for Success and LGBTQ Community Building

Amara Lynn is a five year consecutive NaNoWriMo winner and a member of the LGBTQ community. Today, they’re going to be sharing 4 tips for success and building your writing community!

1. Have a plan.

If you’re a writer, you’ve probably heard of the phrase “panster”, and you might even be one! If you aren’t a big plotter or planner, that’s okay! You can still have a plan!

My first year, I was also a panster. What I did was make a word document full of the scenes I knew I wanted to include in the story. When I got stuck, all I had to do to was look at that file. I still had plenty of room to play and pants!

Planning doesn’t just go for writing, either! NaNoWriMo can be stressful, even without distractions and other tasks we all have to do day to day. That’s why a little planning in your personal life can go a long way!

This could be anything from catching up your house chores, doing some meal prep or planning, or stocking up on your favorite snacks and writing fuel (coffee for me!). I also take some vacation days. If that’s something you can do, it can be very helpful, and brings me into my next tip, which is…

2. Have a writing buffer.

We all know, no matter how much planning you do, something won’t go your way. One year, my waterbed burst and I had to spend all night cleaning it up!

If you have time and the words are flowing one day, keep on writing! Being ahead can only help! If you’re roped into Thanksgiving dinner prep, or things just aren’t going well for you one day, it doesn’t upend your chances of crossing that 50k mark.

3. Participate in writing sprints!

Sprinting with your friends can add a bit of friendly competition, urgency, and companionship to your writing sessions!

It can be a challenge at first, especially if you’re going for that infamous 1k words in 30 minutes! I’ve only managed that once so don’t feel bad! Remember progress is progress and all words are great! If you manage at least 500 words in 30 minutes, it’s only about one and a half hours to get your words for the day.

4. Find a community.

Finding your writing people can be hard, but it’s one of the best things you can do to help you succeed!

I’ve known about NaNoWriMo for a long time. I would try, but never made it past the first day. It wasn’t until I had a community of writing friends that I won my first NaNo.

Because I felt having a community is important, particularly for LGBTQ+ writers, I started a Twitter writing hashtag called #LGBTQWriMo! Any LGBTQ+ writer is welcome to participate by answering the questions posted each day. There are check in days, line shares, and more!

As a queer, nonbinary person writing queer books, I know how nerve wracking it can be to participate in local events; not everyone may be welcoming of the content you write. That’s why an online community specifically for LGBTQ writers can be so important! It helps to know you’re not alone.

If you're seeking to build up your writing community, I highly recommend online spaces like Twitter for doing so! The LGBTQ writing community has been so welcoming and supportive to me, and I wouldn’t be where I am without them!

Don’t go it alone! Encouragement and enthusiasm others give is essential for success!

Amara Lynn has always been a quiet daydreamer. Coming up with characters and worlds since childhood, they eventually found an outlet in writing.They were born and raised in the Midwest USA, where they remain stuck with their spouse and two cats. They love to write about soft monsters and cryptids, grumpy enbies, and forever will be weak for the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one trope. When not writing, they are usually watching anime, playing games, and obsessing over their out of control music playlists.

You can learn more about Amara and their books on their website or follow them on Twitter, Instagram, or Tiktok.

Photo by Kyle Glenn on Unsplash

#nanowrimo #writing #amwriting #by nano guest #amara lynn #lgbtq #lgbtq writers #writing community

[thatndginger]

❤️ Happy WorldBuilding Wednesday! ❤️

What are your cities or towns like? Feel free to talk about the layouts or the people or the architecture, etc. and to talk about more than one if you'd like!

Tori how did you know

I've literally been brainstorming Shapeshifter's city all day. I stared at topographical maps of various port cities this morning for way too long lmao. Sidenote: maybe I should actually name the city instead of just calling it 'the city'?

Anyway, at the moment I have two original cities/towns in Shapeshifter:

'the city' which Cryptid gets mad about every time I describe as "a combo of New York, Seattle, Portland, and Gotham"

Perrin Falls - a small mountain town in the mid/west of Wyoming situated uncomfortably close to a Fae gate. Fun fact: me and the husband had one of our rare argument about the naming and geographic placement of this town because he's from the county I chose for Perrin Falls (that was deliberate lol) and he has Opinions.

And since I'm working on the city, I may as well infodump here~

The city is technically on the Pacific Northwest coast, but I refuse to actually give any legitimate geographic location. It's got a population of roughly 700k-800k, though with the metro area that bumps it up to over 3mil. The city started as a fur trading depot way back in the 1790's, and has always had some section of the population dedicated to smuggling and similar illegal activities. It slowly built it's way up from a small trading fort to a city of considerable size in the late 1800's due to it's convenient location: straddling a freshwater river that ran into a deep and naturally-protected bay. The original city was built above a warren of smuggler tunnels that saw regular use until the mid/late 1800's when a large part of the city burned to the ground, and city planners opted to grade parts of the city in an attempt to flatten some of the more steep areas. This destroyed some of the smuggler tunnels, but also buried parts of the city that had already been rebuilt, leaving a new layer of underground passageways for ne'er-do-wells to utilize. Many modern citizens of the city aren't even aware of these passages - though urban legends abound. Some brave souls venture down occasionally, but for the most part the underground belongs to the outcasts.

Life in the city is dark and damp. It rains roughly 330 days of the year, thanks to the mountains to the east creating a natural barrier for moisture rolling off the Pacific. Rain is usually light and misty, but occasionally a storm will roll in that turns the streets to rivers and chases even the most stubborn denizen inside. Most locals take the rain in stride - opting for water-resistant or magically charmed outerwear. To combat the dreariness of constantly-overcast skies, most businesses - and even the more outgoing residences - opt for bright neon signs and displays, and large awnings.

The city is most well-known for its statistically-large supernatural population; one of the largest in the United States. Roughly 15% of the population is supernatural - the large majority of these being shapeshifters of varying type. There are also an unusually large number of witches in the city, which only adds to the image of the city as one of the 'most magically charge population centers' in the States. Due to the fact that a distinct percentage of the population prefers to - or can only - exist at night, there is a very active and diverse nightlife. It's not uncommon to find events that are only held at night - such as markets and festivals - as well as businesses that opt to have 'night hours' as well as 'day hours'. (Unfortunately, even though a 6th of the city is supernatural, there are very few police precincts that will hire a supernatural, so many laws are skewed towards the mundane citizens.)

Economically, the city thrives on it's active port and trade capabilities, as well as a booming tourist sector. It also houses a large life sciences and medical research sector, with many companies focused on merging technology and magic. But everyone knows that it's still the criminal element of the city that holds the most power, the most wealth. Some flaunt their power, daring the (often understaffed and under-equipped) justice system to do something about them. Some prefer to work behind the scenes, buying out politicians and CEOs and chiefs of police to ensure they can continue to exist unmolested.

My current goal with the city is to make an actual map of it. Mostly just the overall geography and major sectors of it, so that I can better describe the important parts lol. As you can see, I am... very obsessed with the worldbuilding.

#worldbuilding wednesday #thanks so much for this! #you must be psychic or smth lol

[insidetheskinofthesun]

fanon afo "master planner against society"!!!!!!!!! conversations with a cryptid has done so much damage to this fandom in this essay I will -

Yeah, for sure.

I think the thing is some people want to be "villain stans" in the sense of uncritically choosing a side *in-universe*, and since All for One is the leader of the villains (in the sense that he makes the decisions and has all the money) for this to work you need All for One to be leading the villains to boldly tear down society for something better, rather than, uh, LARPing as hard as he can.

You've also, again, got that contrast with All Might, who woke up and went "hmm today I Will Become A Superhero" in much the same way All for One did for supervillainry--and while All Might might have caused some negative side-effects, All for One has done nothing positive over the course of 200 years. He just causes problems on purpose. So if you're determined to paint All Might as bad, it makes sense to paint All for One good, and this fandom fucking hates All Might for reasons I don't comprehend.

Also I think some people are disappointed by the motive, which is (I feel) fairer than the uncritical stanning. "Evil is normally banal and petty when it's not expressing pain" is an important point to make, but it does also come with the problem that a major character has to be banal and petty, which is often boring to read about! There's nothing wrong with demanding cooler and more interesting fictional evils.

I do still prefer All for One the immortal loser who reads too much manga, though.

#bnha #meta #all for one #sometimes evil isn't complex or tormented #sometimes it's just a three year old who never learnt to share grown to monstrous proportions #not done talking about the parallels--remember how shiggy starts out treating the world as a video game?

[victorysuite]

Final Submitted Hopefuls List

Men

Critic* Marksman* Latte Artist Beekeeper Grifter Ultimate Chauffeur Ultimate Mafia Boss Café Maid Groupie Chase Tag Player Ethologist Vegetarian Chef Ultimate Fashion Designer EDM Artist Ultimate Data Analyst Beautician Museum Librarian News Anchor Children's Entertainer Commercial Fisher Ultimate Oneirologist Homicide Detective Janitor Bellhop Volunteer Caregiver Entrepreneur Web Developer Gardener Investigative Journalist Plane Crash Investigator Surrealist Artist "Prince Charming" Ultimate Video Editor Private Eye Internet Cryptid Mountaineer Funeral Director Exorcist Therapist Plush Maker Trading Card Designer Ultimate Dungeon Master Cryptocurrency Trader Conspiracist Video Game Streamer Art Restorer Antiquer Art Restorer K-Pop Idol Vogue Dancer Legal Advisor Ultimate Private Investigator Stunt Double Ultimate Mad Scientist Standup Comedian Vocaloid Producer Guitarist

Women

Mortician* Local Heroine Hostess Heiress Celebrity Chef Ultimate Broadway Actress Puppeteer Ultimate Tabloid Journalist Pastry Chef Forensic Detective Ultimate Performer Chauffeur Butler Tattoo Artist Stained Glass Artist Former Ultimate Horologist Sword Swallower Trivia Grandmaster Ultimate Taxidermist Shepherd Confectioner Mahjong Player Hotel Manager Perfume Spokeswoman Criminal Profiler Jazz Vocalist Ultimate Pizza Delivery Girl Cognitive Scientist Kaiji Suit Actress Fairytale Researcher Retail Worker Aromatherapist Lepidopterist Recluse Art Teacher Ultimate Woodcarver Traditional Musician Firebreather Legal Consultant Ultimate Figure Skater Heiress Ultimate Illusionist Locksmith Professional Bridesmaid Softball Player Mercenary Paralegal Account Manager

Other

Phantom Thief Ultimate Whistleblower Tattoo Artist Ultimate Bookbinder Marble Racer Goofy Golfer Host Falconer Fashion Designer Ultimate Contortionist Pâtissier Guitarist Monster Actor Book Store Employee Influencer Illusionist Magician Frontman Janitor Private Chef Mysteryman Extraordinaire! Music Teacher Chat Moderator Ultimate Abstract Artist Ultimate Psychokinetic Ultimate Slumber Party Planner Managing Director Voice Actor ASMR Artist

*denotes a mod OC. These won't add to the app count.

Total applications: 130 Total muns applied: 119

#important

[tinybitofart]

for the OC ask game:

🖊️🎻🎶🔱🔺🐷💘🖤😖🤩😞👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

(You don’t have to answer all of the if you don’t want)

oc ill be doing today is Van!Leg and totally not because ive been writing sbout him for the past two days

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

No, but if he ever has the coursge he wants to get a sleeve of roses on his roght arm

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

He plays ……. the recorder?

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

All music, but mostly musicals or indie rock. He listens to music when he’s working, which is… a lot

🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming?

No and no, he’s terrified of water that goes above his waist

🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons?

Yes! he built a scythe named Karma, and he’s been practicing with it :))

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

He doesnt really like any animals, but hedgehog would be on of the one he finds interesting

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

erm well his name is Arm 👉👈 Canonically they’ve been dating since march or so, but i only revealed thag recently so it still feels fresh

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

Yes! All of the above!! j may go into detail about it later!!

😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved?

introvert. he hardly leaves his room, and when he does, he loses energy very fast

🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions?

both, depending on the day.

😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

They are SUCH a loner

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

Okayokay

His adoptive parents are Dexter, Frosty, Avery (?) and Lilith. He has aunts and uncles - Linguini, Branch, Duc, and Lucy - and grandparents, but they’re fairly dead. His siblings are Leaff, Noah, and KINDA Mouse. He has a son named Ross who’s 11 i think, and a niece (Cryptid’s daughter) named Crusty who’s in her teens. His partner is Arm, and they both are Ross’s parents

Thats all Inrmemember being canon

He’s closest to Dexter, Ross, and Arm. I would say Mouse, but he only Just Now got on the Van.

He is NOT close with his birth family or legal family. His birthfamily died in a house fire when he was small, tragic :(( and his adoptive father raised him up until he ran away to find the van. I love his adoptive father with all of my heart his name is Dr. Luis Welsh and hes so silly but also very foxic for Leg

also. id like to say that Leg and Arm are the only ones i control. the van kinda works like an rp, where everyone has fhei own characters. i jut reallt like talking about mine :))

#art speaks #oc #my oc #my oc stuff #my ocs <3 #my oc character #discord saga #van

[cloudvelundr]

This is related to the companies of heroes thing, I actually started drawing them together but I needed to break ‘em up.

I tend to give the Links names rather than go by the titles. They do tend to start Link-like or based off their titles but change over time sometimes or from au to au, but some of them stick.

Time’s been Rinku/Riniku in my head for over a decade. His pauldrons are painted with Mikau and Darmani’s tattoos. He’s been called quiet as a Poe despite the size of him - being raised by spirits has consequences. (He’s been belled. It didn’t help.) His clothes are more ‘woodsy’ then emerald, and the armour is a mix of leather and riveted plates.

Linik for Twilight Princess Link is newer but fairly settled- his echos his ancestor/father/grandpa/whathaveyou. His tunic is a very light green, embroidered with the vines and flowers/stars found on the Ordonian’s clothes. His greens are a little earthier, like leaves or grasses before they turn in the fall.

Lingale for Wild Link has been ... a process. I don’t think their name will shift again but they pick up nicknames like a sweater gathers lint. I haven’t changed their design much lately- still Hateno tunics and hylian leathers in bluer greens. I need to stop changing the cuirass, but I think I prefer the vest shape.

From hyrule warriors we have Warrick (who’s based off that detail of Robaudi’s the fencing lesson people were passing around a while back btw) and Valla. Valla might change but I fcking hate the name Linkle. They’re twins with mostly identical palettes. The skirt and the scarf bothered me - the skirt’s now longer (and has hose or breeches under it) and the scarf is now a cravat which is less of a choking hazard. Warrick is close combat and strategy while Valla’s the idea gal and ranged weapons (and boots(when I said thighs fit to kill I mean it)). The brighter green with gold piping is more of a uniform.

#this is mostly for my own reference #velundr draws #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #twilight princess #ocarina of time #hyrule warriors #link #linkle #I have... a lot of WIPs right now #riniku embodies the spirit of the pictures of horses in places where horses Should Not Be #lingale is also a cryptid but in more of a mothman/UFO-sighting kinda way #linik the actual shapeshifter should be but instead he’s just Big Brother/proto-dad vibes all the way down #warrick is a v good planner/make it happen guy but not really inventive #valla is the dreamer but couldn’t plot her way out of a wet paper bag #between the two Things Happen #a company of heroes

[tinyufoboss]

Hey all! I went a little wild and made 7 new sticker sheets, including some little cryptids, fancy rocks, houseplants and moooore. I’m trying out Etsy, so you can check them out in my new shop! etsy.com/shop/tinyufoshop ✨

#cryptids #stickers #bullet journal #planner stickers #buzzfeed unsolved #because i think y'all might be into them lol #shop post #i love all my little unverified babies #i want to make so many cryptid stickers #storenvy is still going to be my hub but i want to see if the traffic on etsy is worth it

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

i just spent the past half hour making a planner spread and im not going to stick to it at all but it was v relaxing -whoops

Oooooh nice

#I don't ever make planners #but I do like making outlines #the cryptid speaks #whoops anon

[momolady]

Werewolf Boyfriend: Grayson

Guess what? This doesn’t take place inside Hearthway Hollow! This story is about a werewolf outside the town.

Female Reader x Male Monster

Usually, when your family says they have relatives living in the woods, it means someone is living off the grid, a redneck, a crazy person, or some mixture of the three. Your aunt and her wife are none of the above, except maybe a little crazy. When the pandemic began, your aunts invited some of the family to come stay with them during quarantine. They owned and operated a bed-and-breakfast, so they had the room, the supplies, and the ingenuity to make it through the months-long lockdown.

You take up the offer, only because you know your roommate is going to be a giant challenge. Your cousin, Junie, has also come back from college, and another relative has taken up a room. The handyman of the bed-and-breakfast is also staying, but you barely see him. You and Junie start to refer to him as cryptid, because he only appears when it’s foggy or dark out. He keeps to himself, which was nice, considering the need for social distancing. It’s better than your tiny apartment, but still it feels like the walls are closing in sometimes.

Your original plans for the spring and summer revolved around work, but all are canceled by the pandemic. At least you have a camper attached to your truck, which is filled with camping equipment, rations, and all your photography equipment. The plans for your travels are still marked in the planner on your front seat. Sometimes you sit behind the wheel and just look at the planner, thinking about where you would be now, what you would be doing. Sitting back and looking out the window, you could be anywhere but a bed-and-breakfast in the woods with only a tourist trap in view.

During one moping session, the cryptid handyman walks right in front of your truck. He has an axe slung over his shoulder, and looks more like a bear than human. He seemed less hairy when this whole thing started, but then again so did you. You slouch in the seat, hoping he doesn’t see you. Once you think he’s gone, you sit back up with a sigh of relief.

You glance back into your planner, feeling heavy-hearted about your plans. You won’t have the money you usually do to take a winter vacation, so you’ve already been putting feelers out for winter and fall work. Which you hate, not dealing with the cold very well.

There’s a tap at your window and you turn, seeing the handyman standing there. You lurch, feeling your hair stand on end. “It’s supposed to storm tonight. I’d move your rig out from under the trees.” He points with his axe to the driveway. “Just park in front of the garage. No one is coming in or out.”

You roll down the window slightly. “What kind of storm?”

He shrugs. “Does it matter? Just trust me.” He points at the driveway again and walks away to the shed behind the house, where all his equipment is stored.

You do as he asks, moving the truck and camper so it takes up the driveway. You take some of your equipment inside too, just in case. Fiddling around in your room, you start cleaning your camera, which leads to cleaning everything else. You double-check connectors and backups, and begin the long process of going through your inventory and updating your website.

Soon, it begins to get dark outside as storm clouds gather. You take your camera up to the attic, which your aunts have turned into a sort of tearoom. It smells like potpourri, and the bisque dolls sitting around the place are creepy, but the big decorative window is the perfect place for pretty snapshots. You’ve been trying to set up a print shop, hoping to make some small amount of money. Taking a series of photographs taken through this window had been a goal of yours, but quarantine got in the way.

The first shot you took when you arrived, the scenery outside was gray and heavy with small strokes of green as winter gave way to spring. The second was lush with greenery and flowers from spring. Then you gave up. Now, the third shot showed the world painted gray and heavy from the upcoming storm. In the distance you hear rumbles of thunder, which you began to count to track how far away it is.

On the road just outside, you see the handy man walking. He comes to a stop and drags his ax along the dirt, making an X at the doors. You watched him curiously. It almost seems like he was placing a warning. But for whom?

That evening, you help your aunt Rosie in the kitchen. You’re used to quick roadside diners and fast food during the summer, and having a home-cooked meal almost every night is kind of nice. “Did Grayson have you move your truck today?” Rosie asks.

You look up from chopping vegetables. “Who?”

“Grayson!” she laughs. “Our maintenance man.”

You never knew his name. “Yeah,” you nod. “He told me earlier today.”

“Such a nice young man,” Rosie coos. “Been working here since he was a boy.”

You furrow your brow slightly. “A boy? How old is he?”

“I’d say he’s a little older than you,” Rosie says thoughtfully. “Came here when we first opened. We’d been open a few months and it was becoming apparent we were a little confused with things. Then he showed up wanting to rent a room. All he had was a plastic bag of his belongings and greasy hair, so Honey and I put him to work in exchange for room and board. Twenty-odd years later, he’s still here. Does odd jobs in town when we’re slow, but he mostly keeps to himself. He’s a very quiet young man.”

“He really must have been a kid when he first came here,” you murmur.

“Honey and I have never really figured out just how old he is,” Rosie sighs. “We could never get it out of him when he arrived. He looked like a baby, but he acted like an old man. We figured we’d just take care of him, it didn’t seem like he had anywhere to go. We couldn’t live with ourselves if we just let him go. So that’s why we gave Grayson the job here.”

“You have no idea where he came from?”

Rosie shrugs. “He’s been wonderful, never gives us trouble, and works hard for us. I don’t think in the past,” she says. “Whatever he left behind is long gone, what he has now is a future, and everyone deserves that.”

That evening as you all sit down to eat dinner, the storm arrives. Rain patters against the windows, and then the wind picks up and sways the trees. The downpour comes, dimming the lights for a moment. “I swear to god if we lose WiFi, I will become an ax murderer,” Junie grumbles.

Honey turns to glare at her. “No you won’t. Stop that.”

The door opens, letting in harsh wind and rain along with Grayson, soggy, dripping, and huffing. “What on earth were you doing outside?” Rosie snaps.

“Got caught.” Grayson shuts the door, then pushes his wet hair back from his face. “I was getting the chicken coop taken care of.”

“I’ll fetch a towel,” Rosei says. Then she motions to you. “Fix him a plate.”

You stand up, but Grayson stops you. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll eat later. I’ve got a few more things to take care of.”

“No, you don’t. You’re going to get dry and eat, and that’s final,” Honey scolds like any good parent would.

Rosie returns with towels while you set Grayson’s plate of hot food before him. It’s silent as everyone focuses on the ruckus of the storm outside, and you watch the shadows of the trees move between bites of food. “Grayson, where do you keep your ax?” Junie suddenly asks.

You look at Junie. “Is the WiFi down?”

“I can ask where sharp objects are in my own home.”

Grayson wipes his beard and chuckles. “I think I left it at the chicken coop.”

“Oh, great!” Junie scoffs. “Now the chickens are gonna kill us.”

After dinner, you go back to the attic to take a picture of the storm through the window. You’re lining up the shot, waiting for a lightning bolt to strike, when you notice something moving in the storm, dark shapes darting between the trees. They linger where Grayson made the X earlier, then scurry away.

Your finger lifts from the shutter. You didn’t realize you’d been taking a long burst of pictures this entire time. Heart racing, you look back through the pictures, seeing something that your bare eyes couldn’t. What were dark shapes to you have glowing eyes through the lens of the camera. You thought the intruders were coyotes. These aren’t coyotes.

“What are you doing up here?”

You jump, turning back to see Grayson coming in. “I was...” You look at your camera, then back at him. “... trying to get a photo.”

Grayson’s dark eyes narrow before he turns his attention to the window. He has a tarp and a nail gun in his hands. “I came to board up the window, just in case.”

Your eyes widen. “It’s going to be that bad?”

“Just being safe.” He steps up to the window. “It’s my job to take precautions. The more I do now, the less work it’ll be if something bad does happen.”

“Oh.” You look back at your camera and quickly switch the screen. You don’t want to face what you might have captured. “Need any help?”

“No. I have this.” He waves the nailgun. “This is loud, though, so you might want to step back.”

“Can you wait?” you quickly ask. “I was hoping to get a lightning shot.” You wonder if he’ll be upset by this request.

“You have twenty minutes, and then I need to fix this up.”

You relax. “That’s more than enough time.”

You set up the shot again, preparing the camera to instantly take a picture once it detects a lightning flash. Grayson sits down, gingerly turning away a doll that appears to stare a little too hard. “How long have you been doing this?” he asks.

“Professionally, about five years. But I’ve been using a camera since I was a kid.”

Grayson sighs and leans back in the chair, turning another doll around when he realizes it too is looking at him. “I was looking at some of your work the other day. It’s very good.”

You flinch. “You were looking at my work?”

He nods and casts his eyes down. “I was curious, and Ms. Rosie showed me our website. I’ve never known a photographer before. A real one, anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

Grayson scoffs. “We get a lot of influencers here looking for a photo op.”

“Ah.” You turn back to your camera. “Rosie said you’ve been here twenty years.”

He nods. “Just about.” He’s rough, but there’s also something so peaceful about him. Usually, you’d feel nervous talking to someone you barely know, but with him you experience a sort of quiet that doesn’t need to be filled.

“Do you like it here?”

“I’ve come to call it home.”

You smile to yourself. “I’ve always liked Aunt Rosie. She was one of the few people who never picked on my weight.”

“She’s good at making you feel accepted.” Grayson sighs softly. “Not many people would take a chance on some greasy asshole like me back in the day.”

“Were you an asshole?”

Grayson chuckles. “Who isn’t as a kid?”

You nod along. “I guess that’s true.”

It goes quiet again, nothing but the sound of rain and wind outside. The silence feels comfortable, almost warm. You step back from the camera and look around the dark room, through the shapes of chairs and dolls. “I hate this room,” Grayson grumbles.

“Why? The dolls?”

“Yes!” he laughs. “They’re so creepy.”

You giggle. Lightning lights up the room, and your camera clicks away before you shut it off once it goes dark. Grayson stands from his chair. “Did you get what you were after?”

You look through the pictures and smile. “I think so.”

By morning the power is out, and a tree has been knocked over across the road. Grayson hooks up the generator just so you can make coffee and heat up leftovers for breakfast. You eat to the sound of his chainsaw revving outside. You and Junie decide to go out and help him move the wood out of the way, since it was quite a big tree. As you’re hefting debris, your foot slips in the mud and you start to take a tumble, but Grayson catches you.

“You look like some backwoods romance novel cover,” June snickers.

You quickly straighten up, stepping away from Grayson. Your heart is hammering, and your face feels red hot. “Thanks. Good save.”

Grayson arches his brows. “No problem.”

You smile, biting it back so hopefully no one will see, but Junie does.

The power remains out almost all day. In the evening Rosie and Honey go into town to get gas for the generator, and some food from the diner. You go out to your camper, where you have all sorts of extra battery packs and solar chargers but don’t remember where you put them. You find a box with a couple of chargers and take them into the house, to the ecstasy of Junie. Even though the WiFi is down, she still needs her phone.

You take your camera out onto the porch to charge. Grayson walks up, his hair wet and pulled back from being washed. Even more shockingly, his bear has been almost completely shaved off. He’s still protected by a thick layer of stubble, but you can actually see the shape of his face, and scars along his jaw and down his neck. There also appears to be something else sticking out from under his collar.

“Who are you?” you ask.

Grayson smiles and shakes his head. “Not funny.”

“Why the shave?” you ask.

“Getting hot out, so I figured now was the time.” He sits down near you. “Get anything good last night?”

You sigh, wondering if you should divulge the whole truth. “Good, bad, weird.”

His brow pinches. “Weird?”

You move closer to him, sitting beside him on the bench so you can share your camera with him. He smells amazingly good from whatever soap he’s using. You swallow nervously and scroll through the photos, showing him the ones of the lightning. “Not bad,” he murmurs. He shifts slightly, almost nervously as well.

“That’s not all,” you murmur. “I saw something kind of weird yesterday. Are there coyotes around here?”

Grayson’s thick brow furrows. “What do you mean?”

You show him a photo of the strange shapes in the dark, their eyes seeming brighter than they did before. “I don’t know what these are. I can’t figure it out.”

He sits still, and without his beard you can see his jaw flex and tense as he grits his teeth. His fists knead into his knees then he lets out a long sigh. “At least they left.”

“Do you know what they were?”

“Nothing for you to worry about.” His voice is soft, his eyes distant. “I would just delete those pictures and forget about it.”

“I saw you mark the road before the storm,” you murmur nervously. “Is there something out there you know about?”

Grayson looks at you sternly. “I was doing my job. Taking care of things beforehand so they wouldn’t be worse today.”

You simply nod. “Of course.”

After the power comes back on, things return to normal. Grayson keeps his distance, but you have the desire to be around him more. Maybe you’re lonely, or maybe you want to smell his soap again. You go out one evening hoping to track him down. You saw him head towards the chicken coop, but when you arrive there he’s gone. You see his shirt hanging on a tree limb - odd, but considering it was warm, not surprising. You go behind the chicken coop to find his tools are laid under a tree. You snap a few pictures before moving on.

There’s a path marked for hikers, with a small signpost pointing out the advanced trail and the pond. You decide to go towards the pond. As you get close, you find a bundle of clothes laying on the ground - Grayson’s clothes. You hear splashing, and your cheeks grow red. Have you accidentally stumbled upon Grayson skinny dipping?

It would be best to turn around and leave things as they are. You certainly wouldn’t want him stumbling on you naked. You turn to head back down the path, thinking the advanced trail might have an opportunity for some good photos.

That’s when you hear something breathing. Your skin crawls and shivers go down your spine. You look around, seeing nothing but the path behind you. You tread up the path along a steep hill. The sound of breathing returns and you stop, eye darting back and forth, catching glimpses of something moving in the shadows. You hear a laugh, and you stumble, tripping on the hill and nearly tumbling down. You scrape your knee but you don’t stop as the laughing advances behind you. Something is chasing you, but you’re too afraid to turn and look around. You can feel breath on the back of your neck, and you trip falling facedown on the ground.

This is it, you think, I’m dead. You curl up, covering your head with your hands as the laughter becomes tauntingly loud.

Something lurches out of the trees and howls, long and hard. You look up from the ground and see dark fur as the thing covers you with its body. The laughter becomes yelps, and there’s a struggle. You’re pushed out of the way. The laughter is now screaming, and the big creature howls and bellows.

The commotion fades into the distance. You peer out from your hiding spot as the massive creature stumbles onto all fours. Bleeding and breathing hard, it begins to collapse. Its dark eyes convey concern and then relief before it falls to the ground.

You start to run, then stop. Looking back, you decide you can’t leave your apparent rescuer. You approach, gently kneeling down beside it. You don’t know how you can move such a big creature. Covered in dark fur, it almost looks like a monstrous wolf.

The body ripples, bones crack and pop, and the fur fades away. You watch in shock as the creature turns into Grayson. You decide to take things in later. Grayson is huge, but you can move him easier than a giant wolf. You manage to get him to your camper, which you parked back near the woods, get him inside and take out your first-aid kit.

After you’ve doctored his wounds and bandaged him, he begins to stir. He wakes, turning to look at you sitting beside him on the floor. “Good, you’re okay.” He lifts his hand and you take hold of it.

“You’re not. You should be going to a hospital.”

He sits up with a grunt, and the blanket you had placed over his naked body falls into his lap. “I heal fast. There’s no worry about that.” His body is thick, hairy and muscular.

You look away, feeling silly for getting flustered when he’s hurt. “There is reason to worry.”

“I chased them off. It'll be okay.”

“Who are they?” you demand.

Grayson is inspecting his bandaged wounds. They’ll only be more scars among the canvas of his body. He has burns and lacerations all over, some newer than others. “Things that go bump in the night.” He gives you a serious look. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

You smile reassuringly at him. “Don’t do it again, okay?”

“It’s my job.”

You both sneak back inside that evening, as all he has on is the blanket around him. You go to his basement room and help him get dressed, and he agrees to answer your questions.

“Do Rosie and Honey know about you?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “I’m the maintenance man. That’s all I want them to know.”

You nod and look down at your hands. “So, is ‘werewolf’ the correct term for you?”

“It is.”

“Wow,” you exclaim breathlessly.

“No one knows this. Only you. I would appreciate it if you kept it that way. So I’m asking you...”

Shaking your head, you look back at him. “You don’t need to ask. I wouldn’t tell. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. I still don’t know exactly what to think.”

“I know.”

You lean back in the chair and fiddle with your fingers. “So, uh, this is your room?”

His smile is soft, but his gaze is even sweeter. “Yeah, it is.”

You look into his eyes. “It’s nice. Much cleaner than I expected.” You smile at him, relieved to see him in one piece. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Is there anything I can do to...”

He cuts you off quickly. “No. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He reaches out and takes hold of your hand. “Once I’m better, I’d like to show you the other side of myself.”

A few days later he’s almost completely healed. Like her promised, he agrees to show you his werewolf form. He invites you down into his room late one evening and has you close your eyes, promising only to open them once he tells you. Your heart is racing, both from excitement and the unknown. You keep your hands over your eyes, only peeking once to glimpse his naked backside, and close your eyes again as he turns around. You hear him grunt, and then the snapping and popping begins. Silence descends, and you feel his hand over yours. He pulls your hands from your face and you look up at a werewolf.

The silence stretches on, and you don’t mind. Grayson lowers down before you, his eyes pleading and shy. You touch his face, running your hands through his fur, and pull him close before feeling his kiss. You close your eyes, pulling him deeper. His hands wrap around you, and a moan of desperation escapes both your lips.

“Make me stop,” he growls.

“No.” As soon as the word leaves your lips he grabs you, lifts you up and presses you against the wall, kissing you hungrily. His hands go up your shirt, touching bare skin. You dig your fingers into his fur, holding tightly onto him. “Make me stop,” he begs again.

“Please don’t!”

He throws you down on his bed, hunkering over you as he strips away your clothes. You have no fear of his gaze. His touch is loving, his panting breaths ecstatic. He kisses and licks his way all over your skin, finding you supple and warm between your thighs. He moves between them and looks into your eyes, and your stare feels wild and hungry as he is. Your kiss is soft though, pleading and wanting. You stroke your hands gently down his body, breathing in as he nuzzles to your ear.

“I will stop.”

You shake your head. “Please. I don’t want you to.” You grab tight onto his arms. “Please, Grayson. Now.”

He moans into your ear, sharp teeth nipping at the lobe. “Soft,” he chokes. He moves slowly, taking his time. He rubs against you, slipping a bit before he lines himself up. You whimper, moving your hips to urge him inside. His body hovers over you, heavy and warm. He breathes into your ear again. “I’ll come if I rush.”

Your insides quiver. “Okay. Take your time.”

He dips deeper inside, grunting with effort to keep his control, and sighs raggedly as he fills you. Crying out, you grab firmly onto his shoulders. He pulls out slowly before thrusting back in, then breathes against you, whispering sweetly into your ear. His movements take time, growing in speed and roughness.

“You’re not scared?” he whispers.

You swallow a breath and look into his concerned gaze. “What’s there to be afraid of?”

“I’m a monster.”

You could almost cry. You kiss him lovingly. “That’s not true.” Then you climb on top of him. Your legs tremble at first, but the more you move, the better it feels. You plant your palms upon his belly to anchor yourself.

“I want this,” you moan. “I want you.”

Grayson’s hands move up your body, groping your breasts and belly before they clutch your hips. He helps guide you, easing you down on him. His gaze is hazy but desperate. He feels so warm, so good. You bounce on him, faster, harder. You lose your breath. Your mind races. You wail high and loud.

“I’m coming,” he pleads. “I’m coming! Oh god. I’m coming.” His pitiful moans make your mind go blank. All you feel is warmth, and all you have is him. You twitch and spasm, fisting his fur and crying out. Then you drop down beside him, feeling his kisses and breath against your skin. You look up and see him smile. “You’re not a monster.”

“What makes you so sure?”

You kiss him and guide his head to your breast. “Because even in silence, I feel safe with you.”

#monsterxhuman #werewolf #werewolf boyfriend #monster romance #monster lemon #lemon #my writing #momolady monsters #monster fudger

[sleepstained]

Bernie’s a planner. You kinda have to be, if you’re gonna become the Internet’s next big cryptid hunter. ( ♫ )

bernice: [...] So now all we need is food and stuff! And since I’m providing blankets, and Logan’s driving us up there... jasper: I can bring drinks bernice: Thaaank you, Jas

bernice: Ooh, d’you think Millie will let you borrow her camera? jasper: I can ask bernice: Awesome possum

bernice: Trick? trick: Huh? bernice: You with us, bud? trick: Yeah, sorry. I can cover food... And I’ll see if grandpa’ll lend us the cooler. bernice: Perfect! Thanks, man!

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 story #the sims 4 #x #*future daze #*future daze: gen 1 #*jasper by softerhaze #*bernice #*trick #we're gonna ignore ANY and ALL clipping ty #* adventure road