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cacaocheri · 1 month
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You should in fact infodump about poptropica, also have you considered doing a DCA Poptropica crossover to unite the interests together?
1) I love you so much dude I hope you're doing well 2) poptropica infodump would take AGES this thing has lore so I will spare you a ramble for now 3) I . HAVE NOT. BUT COULD YOU IMAGINE SUN AND MOON WITH THE BIG BOBBLE HEADS
no? because I can
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oh my god they look so much more cursed than I expected I'm laughing my ass off
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crypticdesire · 7 days
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lately my interest in cryptids has reemerged and i couldn’t resist sharing some things which i’ll put under the read more
i kinda love these cryptid keychains i made with air dry clay. i haven’t worked with clay in forever but i think they turned out ok! of course i had to make nessie (a childhood fav), fresno nightcrawler (the silliest of goofiest guys), and jackalope (a classic). and these prints i ordered from the shop knock thrice a while ago came at the perfect time for me to further indulge my fixation.
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gem1ny · 7 days
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themeeplord · 5 months
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I just wanna,, I just,,
I want to hold,,,,
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nocturnal-birb · 10 months
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Papas and their love of staying by a door
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spellboundcities · 1 year
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They rotate in my brain like a microwave
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Danny’s in Gotham living as a regular civilian or even just a literal tourist.
He’s out late after getting a burger from Batburger and in an attempt to get back to where he’s staying faster he cuts through a few alley ways with some help from his powers to stay safe.
One of the bat fam hears something from an empty looking alley and shines a flashlight in it, directly into the face of a exhausted looking teenager.
Danny, because high powered light in the eyes hurt, hisses in pain, and then runs away after seeing who just attempted to blind him. Because they’re a Bat and Danny really doesn’t want to deal with Batman.
The next morning the GPD issues a warning about a suspected vampire with a described appearance that matches Danny’s a bit too much.
Danny may have forgotten his eyes shine like a cats and that the red Batburger sauce ended up on his shirt… and that he has fangs.
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steve as a mothman cryptid that robin and dustin try to protect (well, robin does most of the protecting, dustin usually gets distracted trying to experiment on him)
and eddie as a cryptid-enthusiast who's just so curious about dustin's very bad lying about where he's going every weekend
obviously he follows him and is tackled by 7ft of fluffy moth-steve, who ends up getting distracted by all of eddie's sparkly jewellery
robin threatens bodily harm, dustin asks for help as a lab assistant and steve keeps trying to bite through his leather jacket
(yes eddie wants to kiss the mothman, yes robin gives him shit for it, no he doesn't think using neon glow-in-the-dark lipstick is a good flirting technique)
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ariesbilly · 3 months
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Has anyone done a fic where it’s like modern au or the 2000s, something where steve wasn’t a teenager in 80s or at least really young
So anyway he’s driving along the road one night and sees a kid about his age walking along, looks kind of dated with his curly mullet and leather jacket and unbuttoned shirt but maybe he just came back from a costume party or something. And Steve, being the good guy he is, pulls up to the guy and asks if he wants a ride home, is maybe looking for something more when he gets a look at the guys face and realizes what a knockout he is.
And the guy is charming too, smirking at him and accepting the ride, tho there’s something a little sad in his eyes, a little haunted.
Steve asks questions like his name (billy hargrove) and “haven’t seen you around here before, you from here?” (No, California)
He doesn’t really offer up much else and he doesn’t ask Steve about himself, which…is fine, Steve guesses.
But when he asks billy where he should drop him off billy gets a little panicked look in his eye. Repeats that he can’t go home, his dad’s gonna be so mad, he can’t go home.
And Steve’s like okay….quarry then? Because that’s his spot when he doesn’t want to go home, wants to avoid his parents.
Billy agrees and Steve drives them to the water. Parks the car. Steve tries to strike up conversation but Billy’s reluctant to say anything. When Steve, going out on a limb, suggests a late night swim, Billy agrees.
So they strip off their clothes. Steve runs to the water, dives in. Waits for billy to come but…he never does. And Steve can’t see him on the shore, the only light coming from the beemers headlights. He calls out for him, but nothing. Steve’s shoulders sag, he swims back to shore, assumes he’s been had, billys left to go…wherever. Steve sulks and goes home
It’s not until the next morning he gets in his car and notices a leather jacket in his backseat. Which…weird. But he’s kinda hopeful. He can use this to see billy again. He’s just…gotta find him
Problem is when he asks around, no one’s heard of a billy hargrove. It’s not until someone mentions knowing a Neil Hargrove that Steve finally has a lead. So he tracks him down to a house on a cherry lane. Knocks on the door. An angry old man answers, demanding to know what Steve wants
Timidly, Steve asks if a billy lives there? Or if the man knows anyone named Billy Hargrove?
And the man goes cold. Stares Steve down in a way that has him wanting to run for the hills.
The man says “Billy was my son. And he died years ago.”
And that…can’t be right. Steve just saw him last night so… he has his jacket for christs sake
But before he can say anything else the door is slammed in his face.
Later that day Steve’s hanging out with his best friend Robin. Tells her about the weird interaction he had today. And Robin loves a good mystery so she drags Steve to the library or pulls up her laptop and searches the obituaries for a billy hargrove and sure enough…July 4, 1985 a billy hargrove died in a car crash along the same stretch of road Steve found him on the previous night. And right there in black and white is the face of the boy Steve had in his passenger seat
Steve doesn’t know what the hell to think
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ofmd-ann · 3 months
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Rhys Darby - The Cryptid Factor Patreon (vid: Thanks from Rhys and Dan)
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isawjamfirst · 10 months
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another take on creature vash
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murderofcrow · 8 months
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(source)
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vala-dreams · 11 months
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HELLO I AM ALIVE
So I know I haven't posted in like a year but @diedfromembarrassmentlikeasim and I were discussing this fic and then it spiralled into this discussion
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Spread the himbo Bruce agenda folks
The most valid Bruce is the Bruce that goes from having a 100 life skills to 0 in one second. Look at him.
He knows how to hack into his FBI agent's computer. He doesn't know what red onions are. He can't kill people but he can kill houseplants like a professional. He knows how to create antidotes to any virus or poison. He doesn't know how to make tea without burning the mansion down.
Alfred has no hair and this is why.
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The fact that the rest of the Batfam are basically “we are the night, the abyss, the darkness is our domain, we live in the shadows”, and then Duke just rolls up with light powers and a bright yellow robot suit and is like “ayo I’m not a fucking vampire” will never not be funny to me.
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cryptiduni · 5 months
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“Welcome to Hamlet.”
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flowery-king · 2 years
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Meme man my beloved
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