#cryptid community

[aesthetic-otd]

Today's aesthetic is cryptidcore

#Cryptidcore #Cryptid community #Cryptidcore aesthetic #cryptid hunter #Cryptid #Cryptids #Aesthetic #Aesthetics #aesthetic blog #Aesthetics blog #Aesthetic otd #Cryptid core #cryptozoology

[woelfin-sheeps-clothing]

What Moth Should My Next Mothman Be?

I'm doing my current favorite, the Death Head Hawkmoth (I even have a Death Head Hawkmoth outfit!) But once I finish him (which will hopefully be later this week, provided I'm not burnt out by the long days at work I have coming up) I'd love to know what moth everyone would like to see next. I even learned of some new ones thanks to your suggestions!

So:

Luna Moth

Polyphemus Moth

Atlas Moth

Rosy Maple Moth

Cecropia Moth

White Witch Moth

Comment or reblog to let me know. Have a different cryptid in mind (like a four-horned variety of goat for the Maryland Goatman?) Tell me that too!

#mothman #cryptids #cryptid #drawing prompts #ask inbox #cryptid community #fantasy #monsters #sasquatch #bigfoot #maryland goatman #pope lick monster #chessie #nessie #loveland frogman #fresno nightcrawler

[hobgobknowsbest]

#goblincore #goblin vibes #cryptidcore #goblin culture #goblin things #goblin community #eldritchcore #goblin brain #goblin behaviour #goblin energy #goblin posting #local cryptid #will o the wisp

[jayscryptidzone]

Gonna put a bunch of cryptids and true crime into the hunger games simulator, place your bets!!

#jay rambles #paranormal #cryptid #cryptid hunting #cryptids #ghost hunting #cryptozoology #cryptic core #cryptid hunter #cryptid community #true crime #ghosts #ghost hunter #true cringe community #hunger games simulator

[moth-bells]

Smell like baby? Sound like baby? Is baby *yoink*

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No one saw me post this on the wrong account stfu

Anyways, new DCA au!! I saw this cute tiktok of this walking horror and a little girl being friends and I was inspired! I'm tagging it Cryptids and Baby AU until I think of something better :D Toddler Y/N gets themself lost in the woods, walking only deeper and deeper until they meet some friendly puppies! Sun(named by Y/N) comes across this little squeaky thing that doesn't smell or act like food, so decides it must be a baby and took it home. When he or Moon had a baby to lose is beyond him, but its a baby and its his now

#fnaf dca #dca fandom #dca au #dca fanart #cryptids and baby au #benji's art #cryptid sun #sun and y/n #dca comic #dca community #comic #digital art

[taters-for-tots]

#i love this picture of him bc he looks like a cryptid #abed nadir #community #community nbc #nbc community #tater tot tag

[hussyknee]

I know some dickheads have now decided that Judaism is the "bad, violent, terrorist religion" and Islam is the "good, peaceful" one, which is only to be expected of white people, but how much of an issue is it currently? Like I've seen some USAmericans sharing how the Islamic faith shapes Gazans values and perseverance (good) except with that distinct white hippie "I'm about to imprint on this like the world's most racist duck" vibe (bad), but I didn't think they're already turning on Judaism in numbers.

Do they realize that Christianity is also the same kind of comfort to Christian minorities in Asia and Africa? That it was Buddhists that genocided the Rohingyas in Myanmar and Tamils in Sri Lanka? That Hindu fundamentalists are even now trying to ethnically cleanse Muslims in India? How Hindus and Christians are terrorized and persecuted in Pakistan? That Muslims have a history of persecuting and ethnically cleansing Jews too?

Really tired of asking y'all to be normal about people's religions man. There's no religion that's inherently violent or exceptionally peaceful. It's just like any other ideology that becomes a weapon in the hands of ethnic power. Interrogate power, not religion, and respect people's belief systems insofar as they aren't in your business.

Edit: I've amended the "long history" of Muslim persecution of Jews because it might be misleading in the current political climate. Zionism and antisemitic Arab nationalism are twin births resulting directly from Christian colonization, and Islamic empires tended to actually be more tolerant of other religions compared to Christianity, especially Judaism, which was considered a sibling religion. Antisemitism wasn't ideologically entrenched in Islamic tradition. It's simply that ethno-religious power will lead to ethno religious domination and intermittent cleansing of minorities, and Islam is no exception. Humans be humaning always.

#Edit: please boost the edit #why can't white people just be fuckin normal for once #tbh this site was so weird about Judaism that it felt almost culty #I had several crises about whether I was being antisemitic before I realized no I'm just reacting to the idealization-demonization binary #that seems to be all western leftists know how to do #white queers are the worst about this #and now some of the asks I've been getting gives me the impression that the west thinks ''Islamist'' is some kind of dangerous cryptid #y'all attach insane levels of importance to people's choice of headgear #the only common denominator of all the Muslims I know is their fixation on biriyani idk #a lot of white lefties just want to use religion to distance yourself from your white privilege #same reason as why communism is so attractive to you #y'all want to share in a legacy of oppression because it's easier than self-reflection and unlearning #antisemitism #anti Zionism #Islamphobia #philosemitism #white queers #western leftists #racism #religious fundamentalism #genocide #religious violence #knee of huss

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 289

While Bruce was lost in time, he made a Deal. 

He doesn’t exactly mention it to his family when he comes back- he was more than a little busy trying to figure out what he missed, where his children were, what the fuck had even happened. Besides, he’d put it in the report that he’d encountered some sort of primordial time being- even if he was still investigating that on his down time. 

So he thinks he can be forgiven for forgetting to mention anything until Clark drops a cup while staring at him with a pale expression and shakily asks why there’s a second, slower heartbeat in his chest. He just also wishes it wasn’t in the middle of a League meeting. 

#Prompts #DPxDC #DCxDP #De-aged Danny #Clockwork is Not Kronus #Danny is Not Ghost King #Shadow Core Danny #Bruce also has a shadow core hence why he was chosen out of everyone #Shadow cores are rare because they are pretty much the epitome of Adapting & I Want To Live #Halfas have to rebuild their flesh bodies from scratch hence why Baby #Does this count as Mpreg #Bruce doesn’t see it as such but once the kids stop freaking out they’re going to use this for mischief #Y’know what’d be even funnier for this? #Cryptid Batfam #Liminal Batfamily #They weren’t aware of it at first but they can now use it for shenanigans & pranking the League #Why yes Clark thought the rumbling-hissing noise of the Cores was normal for the batfam #there are many misunderstandings thanks to no one communicating

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids 👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

[Here's part one or whatever. If I feel like making more I'll make more and/or post it to ao333333.]

💚👻👽👻💚

The world is on fire, and Danny is burning.

The GAV is in shreds; wherever he’s crashed, there’s no way to determine up or down. He’s entombed in wreckage. Everything is on fire and everything burns, and it takes Danny all his strength to peel himself from where he’s contorted around the driver’s seat chair, to drag himself through the twisted metal and shards of glass with nothing but his hands and his tears.

He hurts.

It hurts so badly.

He crawls, because he can’t tell if he has legs or a tail right now, and is too afraid to find out he can’t walk by injuring one of his legs permanently. It’s hard to see through the smoke and the tears. He can’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe even if he wanted to.

There are instincts unique to being dead. Danny can’t tell up or down, and he can’t tell where he is or remember how he got here, but his core tugs him towards somewhere dark. Somewhere cool. Somewhere enclosed, even—even better, so Danny can curl up and sob in peace.

Danny wedges himself into a dark corner, curls himself up as much as he can, and lets himself drop into his core.

*

Something is touching him somethingistouchinghimsomethingistouchinghim—

Danny pops out of his core with a scream. No words. No coherency. Everything hurts, and all he can do is scream.

Someone is touching him. The thing touching him is body-shaped. Human-shaped. Danny screams higher, louder—some part of his hindbrain knows that if he screams for real then there won’t be a human but there will be guts and gore and blood, but Danny’s too tired to scream for real, and too weak. His scream is only enough to send the human sprawling back instead.

More humans take the place of the first. Danny keens, fights back a sob—when another tries to rouse him from his hiding spot with an exposed hand, Danny flashes his teeth.

The human flinches, but doesn’t go away.

Danny feigns a fanged bite. The figure jumps back. Good.

He’s too weak to run. He’s too weak to walk through the walls of his hiding spot and dart away. His visibility flickers—probably how a human found him in the first place. He’s so tired. Everything hurts. But if he looks dangerous and acts dangerous, maybe they’ll leave him alone. They have to leave him alone.

Please, please leave him alone.

They don’t.

There’s something in his face. Danny doesn’t recognize the shape immediately, but eventually something clicks: a loop on a stick is a catchpole. The strangers are trying to capture him.

He’s so afraid of something else around his neck. His whole body racks with shivers. He can’t run. He can’t bite. Please, please, please—

It doesn’t latch to his hand. It latches to his wrist.

Danny is only peripherally aware of being dragged onto his knees, of being dragged into a container. By the time the doors shut in around him, his mind is empty of anything that isn’t fear and pain, pain, pain.

He drops into his core.

*

Danny wakes up in a container.

It’s not the same container. But all containers are the same.

Danny screams. The soundwaves vibrate the glass until it shakes, slamming against the floor until cracks form in the concrete beneath him.

Still, no cracks form in the container. When he wails a second time, there’s no strength behind it. He just sobs.

He’s alone. He’s alone and he’s contained and no one is coming to get him. His transportation is in pieces. He’s injured and he’s scared. He’s so scared. Everything hurts. He wants to hide in his core and he wants to run away and he wants to slither through the wall and he doesn’t have the energy into any of it.

Danny curls up in a corner, hopes he’s left alone—or better, released—and hides.

He doesn’t know how much time passes before he hears a click.

…But he hears a click. Danny peeks open an eye.

There’s…food. He thinks it’s food, anyway. Oatmeal? It’s in a bowl and it’s beige and it’s on a tray on the ground.

Danny sniffs. …The last captors hadn’t offered him food. They hadn’t thought he’d had needs, or that they ought to feed him.

It’s a miserable, aching feeling when he thinks this is a step up.

There’s a flimsy plastic spoon on the tray. When Danny jumps on the bowl, devouring the contents as quickly as his body will let him, the spoon goes down the hatch with the gruel.

Danny falls back asleep in the far corner of the container miserable, cold, in pain, and injured. But he falls asleep full.

It’s a luxury to not be hungry.

*

There’s a click.

Danny ignores it. He’s not hungry. He’s sleepy. His body is trying to conserve calories and metabolize new ones. He doesn’t want to wake up.

The oatmeal goes uneaten.

*

There’s a click. Danny’s eyes crack open.

Apparently he’s been asleep for a while, because there are three bowls of uneaten oatmeal on the ground, waiting for him. All are in varying stages of crusting over.

Whatever. Free food. Danny wolfs it down anyway, and tucks himself back into his corner. He’s almost him-shaped again. His human traits are slowly returning, cell by cell, piece by piece. He can almost feel the fractures he knows he’ll have in his legs!

…Wait. Wasn’t his container opaque?

It’s…not anymore. The walls are clear. Danny can see—or, well, until he gets his eyes back, can sort of feel—the room around him, and the trace presences of the beings who occupy it.

It’s a lab. Danny knew it would be, but his core still drops down, down down. He had been praying he’d never see a live specimen lab ever again. He certainly hadn’t wanted to see yet another one from inside the cage.

Humans come and go from the lab. Most are in white coats and pants, but they’re not GIW. Or, well, they’re probably not GIW, anyway, considering that they’ve been feeding him. The guys in white never think of his needs, since they don’t care if he Ends or not. There are monitors that fuzz and warp in his not-vision with details he can’t make out on screen, but knows instinctively that the monitors pertain to him.

And to his capture.

There are some visitors in odd colored suits. They talk. The colorful ones don’t approach him, but they…watch.

No one approaches. Good. Danny will bite them if they do.

With the see-through window, Danny can see the bright-suited blob shove a tray of food through a slot in his container.

It doesn’t fall to the floor, though. There’s a little mechanical thing that brings the oatmeal and flimsy spoon to a safe rest on the steel floor.

…Alright. Bone appetite. Danny’s hungry, and food is food. He pours most of the bowl straight into his stretched mouth and scrapes the rest in with a spoon.

More of his wounds are sealing. Healing. His core doesn’t throb so horribly with pain. The cracks in his soul are smoothing out. With consistent food and rest, Danny will be able to actually mount an escape.

Good. Danny licks the flecks of meal from the edges of his mouth. Good.

When he naps, this time, it’s on purpose.

Soon he’ll be healed enough to leave.

*

The clear window doesn’t go away. Danny’s poor sight doesn’t improve, but he can see people come and go. Danny’s never truly left alone. There is always at least one brightly-colored human around (or one dark, silent human), and an assortment of white-coated scientists milling about.

The clear window lets them see him, presumably. If Danny wants to escape, he’ll have to be careful not to be seen.

Quietly, so quietly. Danny slo-o-o-owly amps up the resonance of his core.

There are cameras. There must be. There are always cameras. Disrupting the electrical flow in and around his container is essential to getting himself out of sight.

The lights flicker. The human milling about all flock to monitors, silent voices coming muffled through the see-though walls of the container. Danny reels in his resonance just a touch—whoops.

But no one is looking.

Something twinges in Danny. Well…no one is looking.

Very, very quietly, Danny peels a relatively safe amount of ectoplasm away from his core. A Danny-shaped shadow forms, and, yeesh, does he really look that bad?

Whatever. There’s no time.

Danny turns himself invisible. He slips through the walls of his container, and leaves the lab to explore the base.

#the JL: uh. what the hell is this #the JL: I guess we can...it looks vaguely humanoid? Should we assume it's sentient? Let's get it to medbay— AH IT'S GONNA BITE ME #JL: Feral Baby Jail. STAT. #another Everyone in DP Is Dead Or Otherwise Inaccessible AU™ #dp x dc #dpxdc #danny phantom #dcu #dcu crossover #cryptid!au #tw injury #tw medical #I guess #There are VERY enthusiastic doctors on hand at all time WAITING to slap a bandaid on him as soon as they figure out communication #in the meantime #allergen friendly nutrient gruel it is baby!

[somnambulant-seraphim]

I had one more Furby idea to "get out of my system" for the moment.

My pair of gloves recently got kinda wrecked and unwearable in the wash, so I repurposed them as an octopus-like Furby. It's an idea I've had for a while, but avoided due to complicated leg design, but the glove fingers worked as legs perfectly, and so much easier!

Not quite an octopus, but more of a decapus with ten legs.

Here's .·₊˚₊·*☆ Decapod ☆*·₊˚₊·. A straight-forward name that means ten-legged, but I thought it sounded cool :]

#furby #my furby #furby art #my post #my crafts #my photos #furbies #furby fandom #furblr #sewing #handmade #furby community #safe furby #gremlincore #handsewn #crowcore #cryptidcore #cryptids #cryptid aesthetic #cryptid art #goblincore #goblin aesthetic #air dry clay #furby accessories #all furby #oddcore #weirdcore #corvidcore #goblin culture

[frogsgonewild]

SHHHHHH…. hes eeping zzzzzz *honk shoo mimimi hhhoonk sshsooo mimimi*

#goblincore #goblin community #goblin culture #goblinsona #cryptidcore #cryptid culture #frogposting #frogcore #naturecore #froggie #goblins #shitpost #baby frog #frogblr #gay frogs #i love frogs #little froggie boy #amphibian #amphiblr #frog memes #HES FUCKING EEPING GUYS #EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LET HIM REST

[junethechaotictherian]

My family is everything but normal

My mum is a conspiracy theorist

My dad is an ex-Ghost hunter and cryptid spotter

My brother is questioning being a crabkin

And I am a cat w wings

+ we are all neurodivergent

#alterhuman #nonhuman #theriotype #catkin #cat therian #feline therian #felinekin #otherkin community #otherkin #cat theriotype #cat alterhuman #alterhumans #alterhuman community #alterhumanity #nonhumen #therians #therianthrope #therianthropy #therian #otherkins #otherkinity #cryptids #cryptid #nonhumanity #none human #nonhuman community #non human #trans species #neurodivergent #autism spectrum disorder

[patchedpansy]

Walking pants!?!

Available now! These Fresno Nightcrawler plushies are approx 4" tall, filled with polypellets so they are perfect for fidgeting! They love to go on adventures with you, just put em in your pocket!

#fresno nightcrawler #cryptid #plushie #plushie community #handmade #handmade plush #artists on tumblr #goth #alternative #ghost #mothman #custommade #ooak

[hobgobknowsbest]

#goblincore #goblin culture #goblin vibes #goblin things #goblin community #goblin behaviour #cryptidcore #eldritchcore #local cryptid

[blackbackedjackal]

As a Gévaudan Lycan, June’s design is supposed to give off an unknowable and melancholy energy.

Gévaudan Lycans are mimics, and their emotions alter their form, especially if they have little to no control of themselves when they shift.

The way June was changed into a lycan and her experience during first shift were extremely traumatic, and over time, her lycan form reflected her feelings of loss and self-loathing. She fronts as this charming and confident woman, while holding back her deeper emotions that eventually leached into the form that reflects her true self.

Fear, sadness, loss, and rage all mixed into this one entity she cannot control. Once a month, she's forced into facing all of those emotions, reliving that trauma again and again for nearly 30 years.

#so when people say they like her design #it makes me so so happy #I put lot of thought into it #as I really wanted to reflect a top very near and dear to my heart #which is the lack of access and resources for black women (especially queer black women) for mental health #there's this kind of cultural thing #where your hairstylist is also your therapist #and June’s design and lore is a reference to that culture #all these hardworking women in the community who will just be TALKING about their experiences at hair salons #it's cathartic but also like #it happens because of how little professional help is available and accessible for the community #anyway June is a big sad cryptid werewolf and needs to not be sad :[ #she can still be a big cryptid werewolf but she needs lycantherapy #june kingston #strawberry moon

[moth-bells]

I saw widdle ol cryptid Sun with widdle ol' y/n and when I looked at the other panels I thought 'heheheh Sun looks like a dinosaur' because of the tail and little spikes.

He reminded me of a dino too while I was drawing him!! The spikes are for defense from predators :DD Sun is blind so its a coincidence that they're perfect for him to keep undesirables off his back(lol) Also little doodle of the little one and the puppy! I'm trying to find a way of drawing moon that I like cause I dont want that mfer looking bald, yet I havent found a design that works as well without slapping a cap on him lmao

#benji's art #cryptids and baby au #cryptid sun #baby y/n #dca au #dca #dca community #dca and y/n #sun and y/n