#green-cryptid-text

[alienpupy]

i love you polyam i love you t4t i love you queerplatonic relationships i love you gay friendships with and without romantic tension i love you casual intimacy i love you caring deeply about people i love you being in love on purpose i love you love and i love you lovers

#green-cryptid-text #hiiiiiiiiiii #im sappy

[clitfisto]

oh boy i had a weird fucking dream last night

#started out with the worst most awkward family lunch on earth like people were just leaving #there was then a brief thing about the queen of england torturing a fish to death in a time loop #i was then in an op shop and found a book version of disco elysium which was titled ''the martinaise case'' #when i tried to buy it the storeowner said it would cost $3000 which pissed me off so much i slapped them with a handful of melted butter #and they were so distracted by the butter slap that i could just take the book and leave #also for the record this book was fucking huge and dense as hell it was thicker than les mis and when i flipped through the text was tiny #and the pages were like bible pages they were that thin #anyway i now had butter all over me and the book so i needed to find a bathroom to wash it off #so i went to the room that clover green-cryptid was staying in at some huge 10 storey house nearby #and then didnt even wash my hands in their bathroom cause i got distracted talking to them #my cousin showed up for a bit and then i spent the rest of the dream playing on escalators in the backrooms

[natureselements]

*me not posting for days then coming in hot with 72 new posts of magical art and healing crystals and ethereal energies of the cosmic madness that makes up life as we don’t know it* *submerges for another thousand years*

#it’s a thing #let me live #in my swamp #of dreams and mud #like imagine #shrek #but make it powerful goddess of the swamps #support art #text post #cryptid #creature #luxury #green witch #onelove

[copperbadge]

Did I say National Clean Your Home month was over? I SPOKE TOO SOON.

[ID: A text chat between me and @scifigrl47; I say "Who has two thumbs and a new HVAC system arriving tomorrow? This guy!" to which she responds "Is it the Cryptids?" I answer "They have no thumbs! They will however get to have their litterbox in the bedroom tomorrow while the guys rip the bathroom floor up." Sci says "I mean, they have weird little paws." to which I respond "Also they might have a human thumb stashed away somewhere for all I know."]

I meant to call the HVAC company next week, because I hadn't heard from them about getting my unit replaced but I also wasn't about to bother with it before Thanksgiving. But they called me this morning and were very apologetic when they asked "Would...would we be able to do it tomorrow?" and I said YES immediately.

And then had to go and frantically empty out the utility closet, where the HVAC is, but where the litterbox, some cleaning supplies, and Darth Ladder also live. So Darth Ladder aka Anakin Stepladder is out in the living room for a bit.

[ID: A photograph of a wooden ladder, painted green with duct tape on several areas, sitting in front of my living room window.]

I swept and steam-mopped as best I could, put the litterbox back so as not to freak out the cats ahead of time, and tomorrow before the new unit arrives I'll move the litterbox and bathroom rug out of the way.

I have never been more excited to spend several thousand dollars on something I can't eat, wear, or carnally enjoy.

#sam owns a home #darth ladder

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XIII)👽👻💚

[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 the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREEis here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here and this is part thirteen??? Hello??

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off...

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

…Bart doesn’t really do patience.

He doesn’t have to, so he doesn’t. Growing up in a world that wasn’t exactly real didn’t make for a real strong understanding of reality, or timing, or estimating how long something takes, or how long it would take a garden-variety human to complete a task.

He sits in the chair. He kicks his legs.

So. Bart doesn’t really do patience. When he wants to make his way through a book, it takes a few seconds to read through the whole thing at his standard pace. It’s great! Finishing the Troy Dodson series had taken ten minutes. He watched the full set of movies on quadruple-fast mode in about half an hour, and then still had the time to show up to the tower for trivia with the team that afternoon. It had been Crash!

And when—when Bart had wanted to learn how to cook, he went through half the recipes in Ma Kent’s copy of The Delights of Cooking in two days flat. And that was with missions. He even taught himself how to prepare squirrel from the back of the book! It tasted…uh, weird, sure, but that might have been his substitution of Caribbean jerk seasoning for garlic powder.

Patience is… Well, when Bart is on a mission and he has to wait for everyone to go at a human-comprehensible speed when laying out the plan of action, that’s patience. Sometimes he jumps the gun a little, maybe—but usually it all works out!

And when Bart has to wait for Barry and Wally to be free and off work for their day jobs, because they’re adults with real world things they have to do and Bart’s just—well, he’s—he tries to be patient! And he distracts himself with other things, and he takes the time to explore the world and get in new experiences he couldn’t have before in his own little virtual world, and he tries new things, and he eats new foods, and then Wally or Barry shoot him a text or ring him up and then he’s back in town in seconds anyway!

…But there isn’t a way to speed this along.

The doctor with the cute cat lanyard and Wonder Woman both have been trying to explain to Bart how bad the damage is. But Bart can tell. He has eyes.

His friend is physical now, but he’s not…right. His face is caved in, like someone hit him really really hard, or someone gouged out the whole front face of his skull—Bart can’t see any red matter, but that’s because of the pulsing green sheath that’s covered all of his friend’s open injuries.

And there’s a lot of green.

That means he’s super injured. Bart can see most of his glowing green not-face through the window of the metal tube his friend is sleeping in.

It’s not just his missing face, his crooked jaw, or his barely-moving chest, or his green-soaked fingers anyway; there’s open pits in his chest, slathered in green goo that shifts when he breathes and glows just a little in the odd light of the medical wing, lumpy and half-scarred from stitches that were sloppily applied. Utilitarian.

Tim told Bart that the sutures were probably meant more to prevent extra clean-up in a lab setting than to keep Bart’s friend alive.

…Bart doesn’t really want to think about that.

There are lime-tinged scrapes and scars across and around his friend's hands and up his arms, verdant-veined legs that aren’t exactly the right shape and orientation legs should be, crevasses in his stomach, his chest, against his collarbone, and the clawed-out pit where a face should be.

All green. So green. Like grass… Like the Earth, when Bart comes home from space.

It’s scary. It’s frightening.

Wonder Woman gave Bart a hug and said it would be okay when the Medical team started to apply white-swathed casts around misaligned legs, and Bart almost cried. The medical team thinks the green is his friend’s body working on healing him. That Bart’s friend will be okay.

Bart lets everyone say comforting things, because it’s kind when everybody’s kind. But Bart’s been an experiment in healing the unhealable and he knows as much as anyone else does that there’s simply no way to know if his friend will be okay.

But his friend isn’t alone like he was. Bart makes sure of it.

So he sits at his friend’s bedside, eats a granola bar, kicks his feet in the stiff chair Medical had to offer him, and Bart practices his patience.

By the end of this, he might even be good at it.

#Medical is just holding a bunch of clip boards with question marks on them #“So...what temperature is he meant to be???” #“uh” #“hm.” #“The green stuff is...part of him. Right?” “...yeah? Maybe?” #We got ONE partially-formed teenager!! #sure he's missing a lot of his face. Oh well! #dp x dc #danny phantom #tw gore #tw body horror #health and hybrids #dcu crossover #cryptid!au #dpxdc #dcxdp

[sweetpeauserboxes]

[id: a green userbox with a sage green border and sage green text that reads “this user’s special interest is cryptids.” on the left is an image of the fresno nightcrawler. /end id]

#cryptid #cryptids #fresno nightcrawler #soft aesthetic #soft userbox #soft userboxes #softcore #soft #cute userbox #cute aesthetic #cute userboxes #cutecore #cute #userboxes #userbox

[fellow-queer-birdguy]

Introduction

[pt: introduction]

Name: Adrian/Simon

Age: 17

Pronouns: he/it/co/void

Orientation: abro demisexual aromantic (in a relationship!) + objectum

Gender: boyflux, genderqueer, transgender + xenogenders

This blog is my main blog and I post mostly what I want, which includes: alterhumanity, therianthropy, autism, disability, chronic illness and random rambling

I am autistic and chronically ill (chronic pain, hypermobility and suspected POTS). I also have severe anxiety and suspected AvPD. So use tone tags when needed!

I also identify as alterhuman, nonhuman, therian and otherkin. I awakened in 2018. I am both a psychological and a spiritual therian. I do not see myself as fully human so I do prefer people using nonhuman ways when referring to me (dog, creature, critter, thing).

(more stuff under the cut)

My kintypes:

[pt: my kintypes]

In no particular order:

Bohemian shepherd (past life)

Cryptid wolfdog / black shuck (spiritual?)

Yellow collared macaw

Peach faced lovebird

Somali cat

Grey fox

South American foxes (cladotype)

Birds (cladotype)

Eastern blue dragon (spiritual)

Clouded leopard

Userboxes that I made myself!

Id from left to right:

[ID: a brown user box with the text "this user is a bohemian shepherd". next to it is a light blue userbox with the text "this user is a grey fox".

An orange userbox with the text "this user is a Somali cat". Next to it is a dark grey userbox with the text "this user is a black shuck/cryptid wolfdog".

A pale yellow userbox with the text "this user is a clouded leopard". Next to it is a pale beige userbox with the text "this user is a south American fox cladotype".

A light blue userbox with the text "this user is an eastern blue dragon". Next to it is a green userbox with the text "this user is a yellow collared macaw". End ID]

#me #introductory post #introduction #chronic pain #disabled #nonhuman #pain log📋 #watch later #to do list #reminder for myself #kintypes #save for later #important

[alienpupy]

dandelions are magic. literally tiny suns in the grass that turn into the moon and then the stars when you blow on them. fucking insane.

#green-cryptid-text #dandelion post

[clxckwork-sun-n-moon]

So Cries the Wolf - Chapter 2

Text Count: 6102

Warnings: Violence, general threat, strong language

Chapter Summary: You go out to find a cryptid and it unfortunately goes sideways. You and Eclipse continue to talk more, finding out things about each other and the world you inhabit, and you step on each other’s toes continuously.

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You knew the forest trails well, no matter how much Montague tended to lead you along and expected you to follow. As the dog pattered on ahead, stopping every now and then to wait for you, there was a moment for you to breathe after your cramped morning. Damp dirt left your passage silent, bar the few twigs that had fallen or been scattered onto the path. Passing underneath the reaching branches, every now and again you could feel the sunlight drip onto you, a moment of warmth before the shade left you cool. No evergreens in this particular area, which was a shame - you enjoyed the pine smells from days of being crunched underfoot by people and animals alike. Here there were mostly oaks, maples, and some chestnuts that were yet to consider letting their green-shelled treasures fall.

Montague stopped with more purpose, looking to you expectantly. Dropping to one knee, you began to brush aside some of the leaf debris, scanning the ground. 

“Mmm. Humanoid,” you commented. “Not big though.” The tracks were leading away from the main trail. It wasn’t a good plan to stray from paths, but you weren’t exactly full of good plans at any given time. This time Montague stayed to heel as you began to follow the tracks. 

“This really isn’t as fun as I was expecting a hunter’s work to be,” Eclipse grouched from behind you. 

“That’s because I’m not being a ‘hunter’ right now,” you replied with a half-amused scoff. After how much Eclipse had been tormenting you, seeing them so withdrawn and grouchy from something as simple as sunlight and the outdoors was somewhat healing for your soul. Nothing like a good dose of schadenfreude to make up for a bratty demon. Not to mention being outside felt so much better than your workshop squeezing the energy out of you. 

“I didn’t realize you could take time off that sort of business,” Eclipse drily commented. “Perhaps I should take that on-board. Yes, I could murder you, but I’m currently on break.”

“Technically you are, while we figure out…all of this.” You waved vaguely at their egregiously lanky form. “Are you capable of other forms, by the way? Because you stand out worse than a sore thumb.”

“Mmm. Maybe.” 

“But can you? I mean, do it now?” The very last thing you wanted was for some poor hapless hiker or a bunch of kids running off-trail (because they always did, no matter how many warnings were posted) to see the towering skeletal figure drifting along in your wake, having to duck and weave at times to avoid the lower branches of trees. Unfortunately Eclipse had other plans, as he leaned down to your eye-level with a wide smile. 

“I’m on break.”

You really hated his smile. There was something about how the face distorted just a bit, their eyes squinting a touch, that you could see the smug grin rolled off without a tooth in sight. It meant that the shocking spread of fangs was hidden away, the danger so close and yet invisible. It reminded you of owls in some way, how their beaks would look small and cute, before practically unhinging when they opened up and screamed. Not that you didn’t dislike owls, you thought the things were wholly lovely and certainly useful to sane living out in the forest - you were certain there was one nesting somewhere near your cabin because you’d seen mice around the Operations office but not a single mouse near your place. And Montague would rather choke than eat another mouse or rat, so he clearly wasn’t the culprit.

Owls were manageable because you knew they were wild, and so they couldn’t surprise you. Eclipse was several threads off a complete picture and thus falling apart at the corner seams, making it nearly impossible for you to get a bearing of what he was going to do next. For now the pair of you had some tentative parley of interests, but you were quickly getting the understanding that they would still choose to take actions either to benefit themself or purely to spite you. Another glance over your shoulder, and you could see Eclipse running a hand through the green sunlight that smeared the ground from the tree canopy, details catching on the scaled skin and the claws and copper bells reflecting with metallic sheens. Something about those scales made your skin crawl - it looked a little more like burn scars than bird feet. 

“Staring is rude, you know,” Eclipse commented. His small red eye had apparently been fixed on you while you’d been looking back, and the instinctive hit of shame sent a hot prickle to your stomach. As quickly as it came and left, a bite of anger hit hotter than the shame, frustrated that he’d managed to make you feel guilty.

“You sure have a lot of opinions on what’s rude or not for something that started existing a few days ago,” you snarked back. “I didn’t think that the circles of hell came with lessons on etiquette.”

“Brat,” Eclipse snarled back, his lip curling. “Are you always this mouthy or am I just special?”

“You are so very special. The most special of them all.” You made sure that the sarcasm was layered thick enough to drip from each word as you leveled Eclipse with a proper glare. 

“Special enough not to already be dead, it seems. Maybe you like me.”

“Ugh, please. Like I already explained with Monty-” The barest shake ran through Eclipse as he scowled, the feathers of his head shimmying briefly as if considering to fluff up. “-you’re too different to exorcize without consideration. The way I see it, I get to learn about you, and then once I fix up Sunny, you can get going and I will be happy to never see you again.”

“You’re hardly the first demon we’ve encountered,” Montague spoke up, still trailing ahead of the group. “The previous experiences are enough to show that you’re the first to come from a source that isn’t a living creature, or drawn up from the hells by acts of another human, or simply managed to claw their way up on a whim. Congratulations, you’re the first demon to come from a robot. So you don’t get to die today.”

“You seem awfully calm about walking around on a leash to a hunter,” Eclipse grumbled, his lower pair of arms folding over his chest. “Preferred to live as a coward so you gave up freedom instead?” He was trying to pry under both your skins. You were easier to dig into. Montague, less so.

“It’s not cowardice when it’s what I would have wanted to do regardless,” he replied firmly. “Besides, I’m not a demon like you.”

“Wait, you aren’t?” This confused you too, left you physically tripping in the moment.

“Just because I’m called a hellhound, doesn’t mean I’m a demon. I just come from the same area,” Montague explained patiently.

He probably had mentioned that, those years ago when the pair of you met and began your partnership. Your mind was far too good at letting important details sleep and clutching onto useless information or painful memories. Thumbing at your jacket sleeve, you shook your head.

“I must’ve forgotten, I’m sorry,” you said quickly. 

“It’s fine. Humans forget things. Besides, I prefer what you call me instead.” If dogs could smile, Montague would be doing so right now. Behind you, Eclipse let out a noise of disgust, then one of brief anguish as his face connected to a tree branch he’d missed. Montague let out a snort of amusement, before taking off further into the woodland. 

“You are incomprehensibly nauseating in your niceness.” Eclipse’s voice rattled in layers of frustration, oil-slicked and thick.

“Big words there,” you muttered under your breath.

“And you do not care? That you have given up part of your soul to him?” 

Something cold tightened inside you. For a moment your mind ran through several moments at once - heavy rain on leaves; puddles on tarmac lit by neon blue; teeth dripping blood - but you swallowed it all back before Eclipse could see the reaction on your face.

“Didn’t have much soul left at the time,” you replied, and your tone said that that was the end. Eclipse, of course, didn’t care to notice.

“Curious, curious. Content to sacrifice so much and care so little,” he mused. You felt his claws scrape across your shoulders from behind and it sent lightning up your back. As you jumped from their reach, they chuckled low and mean. For a moment you considered using some of the salt in your emergency bag. Instead you swallowed your anger and your past, burning and freezing all at once, and continued to follow your dog.

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Brooks were easy to find - you always heard them before you saw them. Talkative things, the way they babbled and whispered and bubbled, their lilting sounds escaping past the trunks of trees to reach your ears. Singing was new however, and new put you ever so slightly more on-guard. Through a small gap in the treeline, you could see a humanoid shape sat at the bank of the brook. As they sang, wordless music that felt like it was numbing your fingers, they dragged long clawed fingers through long dewy locks, a tangling of hair and some narrow-fronded water plant. After casting a glance at Montague, you began to approach. It was very much apparent when the singer heard you - their singing stopped immediately, and you could feel your lungs working again. When did you stop breathing? The figure turned slowly, blinking large eyes in your direction. Genuinely huge eyes, almost putting Eclipse’s to shame. The eyes bulged out, a dark gray blue that faded to sky white pinpricks in the middle, in the middle of an oval face marked by scattered scales, slits for a nose, and an impressive jaw which you knew could turn bones into delicious shards for the fish. Letting out a noise that could be mistaken for a gasp, the waterfolk jumped into the brook. Maybe they could have hidden themself, but the brook only ran hip-high during flooding season, and right now your creature of intrigue was just about able to lie down beneath the water level, hair and weeds fanning around their head and eyes peeking out. 

“Hey,” you said, waving slowly. The waterfolk bubbled back, their gaze flickering from you to Montague to Eclipse behind you and then back down to you. 

“What is our new friend?” Eclipse asked. You were not a fan of his developing tendency to get right up by your ear without a sound. Breathing in deeply through your nose to maintain your composure (you were not going to start getting shouty in front of a skittish waterfolk), you stepped away and continued to approach the brook’s edge.

“Waterfolk,” you said simply. The being in question slowly approached, reaching out a hand to yours. Up close you could see the webbing between the fingers, a hand more styled for swimming through deep water than mimicking human gestures. Wisely you didn’t reach back in, ‘lest you find yourself tested against their strength, and Montague had told you how grown men could be dragged underwater with ease. 

“As it is with many cryptids we find, they have many names,” Montague began to speak to Eclipse, with your attention focused on your new friend. “Swamp things, nokken, gill men, vodnik, rusalka. They aren’t particularly used to this land, carried by the travels of people who know them. That is a particular issue with cryptids born from spirits - they come from ideas and stories more than a physical birth, like your’s.” He pointed his muzzle up at Eclipse. “You came from the animatronic. This waterfolk may have formed at the bottom of a lake.”

“Does it know what it is?” Eclipse asked. 

“It does as much as an idea understands its own being.”

Sat down next to the brook, you’d pulled out your laminated map and unfolded it, laying it out on the dirt next to you. The waterfolk leaned up closer, looking at your hand as you explained the water routes of the area. 

“See, this is where you’re from right?” You pointed to the large lake at the south of the map, before pointing further up. “And this is where you are. You need to head down that way, there’s a larger stream that joins the river that feeds your lake. If you cross the land over here at night time, you’ll be safe from any eyes, and we’re meant to have rain so you’ll be safer.” You didn’t really know if they understood your words, but they were nodding at least. 

“It was doing something before. When it was singing.” Eclipse was slowly moving closer, and you could hear his footfalls hesitant behind you. “I could feel it in my head, like it was trying to get into my chest.”

“Their songs can do a variety of things,” you answered, looking back over your shoulder. He was hunching down slightly, and it reminded you of little children trying to sneak up on their guardians when there was nowhere to hide. “Some songs make you fall asleep, some lure you after the singer. It depends.”

“So you’re content to send it back into deeper waters, where it will be harder to catch and kill, leaving it to harm other humans. You’re not a very good hunter, you know,” Eclipse mused. 

“I’m not a hunter right now. I’m a ranger. I look after lives in the woods. I stop those that hurt others, and I help those in need,” you explained, soft but firm. “Waterfolk are easy enough. They can be mischievous but never maliciously hurtful. Not unless it’s stressed.”

“By humans, maybe? I find they can be very stressful to deal with.” The waterfolk in the brook was beginning to grow increasingly nervous, the closer that Eclipse approached. Fins along their back and arms stretched out and into view, making a creaking sound that could almost be a warning. Slowly you raised your hands, shuffling in-between Eclipse and the waterfolk.

“It’s okay,” you kept your voice low and soothing. “Eclipse, you need to back off.”

“I’m not coming any closer, pup.”

“I’m serious, you - AGH.” Hot pain streaked across the palm of your hand as the waterfolk lunged forward, swiping for your wrist but dropping a smidge too soon, instead leaving thick scratches that began to bleed heavily. Heavy hands pulled you backwards, cold claws digging into your chest as you heard Eclipse hiss over your head, could see how their feathers and frills spread out around his face. The waterfolk returned the gesture, fins fanning out with a loud snap as the jaw clicked open to reveal two sets of small curved teeth and a shriek that could have been anger or fear. They leapt from the water, grabbing around your ankle, and in the split second you could have on making a decision, you raised your other foot and kicked them square in the face. You had very good boots, and you felt bone give way as the heel impacted. The waterfolk reeled backwards, clutching at their face and squealing in pain. Caged in Eclipse’s arms, you watched as they slid into the water, staring at you as dark blood ran from the holes of their nose. And then they slid further, vanishing under the surface completely. You could see their shape moving in ripples as they swam down the brook, fins and hair briefly breaching the water before eventually it was too far out of sight.

“Fuck me,” you breathed out. 

“Language,” Eclipse growled.

“You have no right - fucking - let go of me!” You thrashed your uninjured arm at Eclipse’s face, knocking an arm loose so you could scramble to your feet. Letting out whines of alarm, Montague nosed at your hand, briefly licking at the blood staining your palm. It stung enough to make your local nettle patch envious, but you ruffled his head with your other hand. He cared, and no doubt was sorry for not acting sooner, and you were grateful nonetheless. There were other things to be frustrated about. Like the fact the demon who was constantly bothering you had managed to get a waterfolk to hit you, and now there was cryptid and human blood in the water. That could cause nearly any sort of trouble for you. As you wrapped your palm in a cloth to lessen the blood flow for now, you cast your gaze around the brook. If you recalled correctly, this was within the area of recent disturbances you’d been researching as of late. Another long glance was spent examining the area, almost forgetting about Eclipse and Montague lingering and casting foul looks at each other. Finally, you picked out the closest tree to the brook. Bringing out a small can of spray paint, you marked a yellow circle onto the bark. There, that was sorted.

“Right. I need to go home and fix this,” you said with a heavy breath. “ And you!” A finger jabbed in Eclipse’s direction. “You’re in big trouble.”

He had the decency to look marginally deflated. 

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Montague kept huffing, nudging at your hand.

“I’m fine,” you reassured him. “I’m not going to mess this up and I’m not going to get oil or scraps in the cut. Not with these bandages.” You waved your hand under his nose, showing the thick binding over the slab of disinfected cotton that now covered your palm. Having changed from your outdoor gear back to indoor casual wear, you’d found a few scrapes on your thumb as well as a growing purple bruise that ringed your ankle like an unpleasant bracelet. You’d also found another bruise on your shoulder, where Eclipse must have dug in their grip when they pulled you away. Glancing across the room, he was still perched on a chair, sour mood clouded around his head.

He’d scared the waterfolk. He’d riled you up. He’d hurt you. But…he’d tried to help you back there. Worrying your fingers over the bandage, you turned back to the open cavity of Sun on your work table. The return of having to reconnect wires sunk in with gnawing frustration and anxiety combined, especially with Eclipse’s previous ‘help’. And now you were getting back into it minus one hand and considerably more tired. Maybe you should take a break? But you had no reason to keep Eclipse around the cabin for longer than necessary. You took the screwdriver into your good hand and went to begin working on the wiring again, before taking a look at Eclipse again. He was definitely watching you now, all four eyes locked onto your figure.

“Are you going to criticize me again if you come over and watch closely?” you asked.

“I was making sure you did it right,” he grumbled back.

“Like I said before, you could just help me by, say, actually doing some of the work for me. Not like you’ve helped out any more today, huh.” You waved your injured hand in his face. Eclipse’s face wrinkled inward, blinking away in a moment you could possibly describe as shame, before his agitated discomfort came rolling back full force. 

“I told you, I can’t do that,” they snapped. 

“Last time I checked, demons had no problem with metal. And you’re not a fair folk in any sense of the title,” you gestured over at him with the screwdriver to punctuate your words. Letting out a grumble of a growl, Eclipse got off the chair (rapidly reminding you of how damn tall he was, his limbs filling out any space his height didn’t grab) and stalked over to the table. Glaring down at the animatronic, as if it were to blame for all his worldly problems (technically true), he lifted a hand. Paused it. You could hear the soft jingle of the bells on his wrists. His lips turned up, teeth showing, as he brought it slowly towards the shoulder. And then sharply he pulled away, hissing more vocally.

“I can’t do that,” he repeated. “It feels wrong. Like - it’s a very bad thing to get close to those scraps.” Flexing his hands, squeezing the claws into the air, they stalked around the side of the table to look over you squarely. You looked back, shrugged your shoulders, and got back to reaching inside the chassis’ chest.

“Fine. But if you’re going to be telling me I’m doing something wrong, you better start explaining how I do it right,” you said with a huff.

“If I were to open up a human and start putting their organs back together, you would know what went where,” Eclipse snarled over at you, one pair of hands resting against the tabletop. “But you wouldn’t know which pipe went into which socket.”

Okay. That was wholly disturbing imagery. Swallowing the hard lump in your throat, you kept your gaze on the wiring mess at hand. Most of the contents had been replaced by this point, burnt and melted wires replaced with the various spares you’d been able to collect from around your cabin. Some were left to put into place, carefully solder or screw down fixing, and then you could go through and check on the limbs and those joints. 

You managed to get through half an hour of general silence before Eclipse spoke again.

“What is it like? Being bonded? It isn’t…throttling? Or limiting?” Every time they’d brought up the subject, it’d always carried a tone of disdain. But this time around there was a new sound in the low purr - curiosity. Pausing in your work, you considered the wiring running through the animatronic’s arm for a few seconds.

“I don’t think so,” you replied, just as Montague spoke, “Not at all.” 

“Oh? You consider the leash to be freeing?”

“There’s no leash to be found here,” Montague replied. “I might not be able to roam the surface as far as I once did, but there were always rules to follow then, wordless things that could trap me if I wasn’t careful, or human hunters who would rather all my ilk be killed. Instead I have a roof, I have a territory that is wide, and I have someone to keep my back safe. The energy consumption is an added benefit.”

“And in return, I have someone to teach me more about cryptids, demons and the like,” you chimed in. “To help me defend myself.”

“Mmm, you protect the tree from which your fruit grows,” Eclipse mused. It wasn’t the worst metaphor he’d dug up today, so you only wrinkled your nose a little in distaste.

“More that I give my tree a knife to stab anyone who’d cut it down as they please,” Montague said, his throat rolling in a barking laugh. Eclipse didn’t find it in anyway amusing apparently, rolling all four of his eyes before withdrawing his hands back to himself. He kept a close eye on you as he continued to circle the table, moving back around to your side.

“You have an awful lot of rules for this whole business,” he said, soft as metal. 

“It’s how this business works. Rules and names are important,” you replied, leaning back to look up at his face and tapping the eclipse symbol on his check with the handle of your screwdriver. Interestingly there was no soft impact of plastic on feather and flesh, instead there being the faint tang of metal over a thick surface. Eclipse’s lip rolled up as he glared down at you, unhappy with being prodded in such a manner. 

“Names. Always the names,” he grumbled.

“Naming the nameless is an important part of hunting cryptids. You felt it when I gave your name, right? Eclipse.” You could still feel it when the word rolled off your tongue, could see it in how the orange iris of Eclipse’s eyes flared and the burnt red tips of his sun ray feathers began to warm to orange embers. “It’s how it works with Monty too. If I were to use his full name at a given time, it would be a summoning of sorts. Because of his nature, he can find me wherever I end up being.”

“That is the name of his being,” Eclipse rumbled. “What of the names of creatures? How is that part of the hunt?”

“It’s like how we talked about with the waterfolk,” Montague mentioned. “All those different names encompass the same idea - a humanoid from the water. But every place had different aspects that they put into those names. You call a vodnik a rusalka, it changes what they are inherently.”

“Names are important. You give something a name, you shape it. A name can affect the nature of a being.” You blinked for a moment, giving Eclipse an aside glance. “That’s why I want to make sure I do this right. If I give you the wrong name, say you are what you aren’t…that can fuck up more than just you.” 

Eclipse grew silent in thought. An agreement hung in the air, although they didn’t say it. Having the very nature of their being scrambled about by some universal magic or energy, that could change their very being - no, absolutely not. He liked being who and what he was right now. There would be no further change beyond freedom and power. And then…he looked over at you, as he trailed around behind you. Your little mortal frame, so hard at work to unlock whatever bound him to the animatronic, to ‘Sunny’ as he would love to mock. There was nothing truly malicious from the animatronic, only the fact it held them in place and choked them when least expected, pulling at flesh in an unerring manner. No, he hated the poor little sunshine you’d become so quickly enamored by. One hand ran along the table, claws running through rivulets of wood, and the sound crawled into your spine. 

“Would you think of bonding to another demon?” Eclipse asked, and you felt the screwdriver slip in your grasp.

“Uh, what?” Confusion bounced all over your head. What had there been in your conversations that suggested you’d do such a thing again? And then a few stray pieces connected together, and you had to stare up at Eclipse, desperately looking for any sign that his words were malicious or misplaced. Instead he looked back at you with firm intensity, causing a heat to flood your cheeks. 

“It would not be the worst mistake you’ve made,” Eclipse mused, to which you scoffed.

“Odd talk coming from someone who thought it was a leash,” you snarked.

“A leash is still a leash, but to you, I could see who was holding the end of my collar.” Stepping close, Eclipse leaned in and over you. Two hands caged you to the table, another reached up to gently stroke the curve of your chin and cheek. Behind him, you could spot Montague hunched over, watching you, waiting for you to speak. “It would be better for me to not be stuck with a pile of metal, and instead with someone warm and moving. Someone with a stronger soul. Wouldn’t that be better for all of us, pup?”

Fat fucking chance. You ducked under Eclipse’s arms, moving back around to the other side of the table.

“No,” you said firmly. “Do not bring up the idea of us being stuck together permanently again. I’m doing this to help get you out of here - take kindness in that.” Your anger swelled, meeting against the roll of frustration coming off of Eclipse. It wasn’t just that they’d tried to crowd you, but they’d stepped on old wounds that still ached. As Montague let out a low warning growl, the other demon let out a huff of distaste and returned to his chair. There he would stay for the rest of the day, monitoring your progress over Sun every now and again, but otherwise simply watching you. Neither of you deigned to break the tentative silence that had been built now.

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The sunset was beginning to weakly succumb to the treeline by the time you were done with Sun. You weren’t completely certain your work was done, but you’d run out of wires to replace and hinges to refit, and your cautious probing of the processing center in Sun’s ‘head’ had revealed no major burn damage there. You’d even managed to reattach the loose hand, although gods only knew if it would actually stay once activated.

“Right, let’s switch you back on, buddy,” you murmured as you flicked open one of the buttons on Sun’s chest, revealing a small switch hidden inside a divot. Paperclip in hand, you pressed the wire in until something clicked. 

Nothing.

“...Huh.” You attempted the same reboot method, but to no avail. Mumbling to yourself about the steps you’d taken all day, you began going back through the wiring and set-up you’d done, trying to find any section you could have bungled it up and caused a short-circuit. 

“I expected better,” Eclipse growled from his corner.

“Shame on you then, because I do not have the degree to fix robotics, and I certainly didn’t have-” There it was. One of the wires you thought had screwed in right was loose, and you knew from sight you weren’t going to be able to just screw it in tighter. It needed replacing completely with wiring that wasn’t three or four years old. And honestly if you were going to be replacing one wire, you were better off replacing the majority. “Looks like I’ll need to go shopping to get the parts together. I don’t have the time to leave my post until in a couple of days though, so-”

Eclipse’s chair clattered to the ground as he stood up sharply, a rough snarl on his lips as the rays of his head flared out hard. 

“You talk too much of wanting rid of me, and yet pander to your own selfish little schedule, set by whining mice,” he snapped. “You’d best decide whether you want to part ways sooner or later, otherwise you may suffer more risk having a demon run amok in your home.” His hand snatched out, grabbing hold of your arm as he dragged you in, until you were lifted face to face. “Make your mind up, pup.”

Your heart was racing. They could feel it through your arm and hear it through your chest. Your eyes were wide in shock, surprised by the sudden display of violence. It made you react slower. It made you more vulnerable. You narrowed your eyes and twisted your arm around in an action that should have broken Eclipse’s wrist if he kept hold, but his hand twisted around with your arm, something grinding unnaturally under his skin. Cold panic was starting to set in. 

“Stop it, stop this!” You gritted your teeth as you kept trying to back away. “We have a deal, don’t we? I get you out, you keep your hide, everyone lives. All as happy as clams, aight? You are getting dangerously close to crossing the line.” Montague’s growling grew louder, his form warping in your periphery. Eclipse cast one eye in that direction, but soon enough returned the rest of his attention to you.

“I’m just giving you a warning, in case you try to break the rules you set out for us,” he purred. “You don’t want to be a rulebreaker, do you?”

Without further word, the iron grip released your arm, letting you tumble back into the wall. As you panted for breath, your lungs gripped by adrenaline, Eclipse stepped slowly backwards again to let the smoking dog step between them and you.

“What a pair,” Eclipse continued, voice full of contempt. “A hound tethered by a weak human, and a mortal that lives under a demon’s paw.”

“Sounds like you changed your mind on that whole bonding thing,” you coughed out. “Good, glad we came to an agreement. Now stay the fuck away from me.” Heat was burning the back of your eyes. No matter what you tried, you couldn’t pin Eclipse down. One moment you thought you’d made an advance on their nature, the next moment he was trying to turn you into a butterfly arrangement. And frankly it was getting harder to figure out if he was even remotely trustworthy. Rubbing the back of your hand across your face, you shuffled your way from the workroom to the kitchen. Any sunlight was blocked fully by the trees now, leaving you to pull out noodles by the flickering overhead light. Despite the losses of the day, you treated yourself to an egg and some spring onions on top of your noodles. With the carton in hand, you carried your well-won dinner through to your bedroom, breezing past Eclipse in the process. You didn’t want to face him right now. But you did feel guilt as you slammed the door in their’s and Montague’s faces both.

You were loath to admit it, but Eclipse’s words had been getting under your skin more than you wanted to show. He was right about one thing - you were delaying the inevitable. You could absolutely call in sick tomorrow and run off to grab the bits and pieces for Sun. And gods only knew that you wanted to see the lifeless animatronic back in action sooner rather than later. It felt like you had a corpse lying in your workroom. Too cold and too dull. Turning to your phone, you scrolled through a couple more newspaper articles on the Daycare Attendant while you ate your dinner. The photos reminded you of what you were helping bring back. Who you were helping. It wasn’t just Eclipse, it was Sun too. And Moon? That was something you were still confused about.

And that aggravated you so deeply. Eclipse was going around holding all the answers to your questions but he seemed totally oblivious to them, or worse yet he legitimately didn’t know. It took your curiosity and made it burn. That was why you felt better to wait two days. It meant you had more time to observe Eclipse, like an animal in a cage. Only your home was the cage, and the animal was very sentient and lethal in ways you had yet to fully discover.

With a stomach full of food and a head full of anxious thoughts, you changed slowly for sleep, falling onto the bedsheets and welcoming their restful embrace.

For about two hours, at least.

The radio on your desk began to blare, a tinny version of the Ghostbusters theme rolling off the speakers. Groaning and swatting your hand around, you grabbed the radio and sat bolt upright.

“Present.”

“We’ve had a distress call from some campers in your zone, we need you to go clear the area and make sure they’re all okay,” Anthony’s voice was less sleep-deprived than yours, probably running on coffee. As he rattled off coordinates, you stumbled over to your map and began to line up where you had to go.

It was in the blue circle, inside your red patrol area. It was also about five kilometers downstream from where you’d encountered the waterfolk.

Fuck.

You scrambled for your work clothes, pulling on cargo trousers and heavy-duty hiking boots, then a belt with several vials of holy water and a pouch of emergency supplies - salt, silver, iron, and the like. Jacket being dragged over your arms, you slammed back out through your bedroom door and nearly into Eclipse’s chest.

“Ay, fuck’s sake! Montague, get up, we have work!” you called out as you barreled past the demon, your dog leaping to his feet and pushing the door open. Eclipse could tell the shift of urgency about your whole demeanor, and felt the potential of blood on his lips.

“A hunt?” he murmured.

“Oh, no, no, you stay here,” you said firmly. “I cannot have you running in and spooking cryptids or humans. It’s too dangerous.”

“I can protect myself,” Eclipse replied. You bit down on your lip, because they were right. You could cover for the mortals easily. Night-time hunts were easier in that way. And - wait, why had you been afraid of Eclipse getting hurt? Shaking your head, you stepped out into the waiting stomach of the dark woodland, feeling the cold presence of Eclipse drifting behind you.

#writings #so cries the wolf AU #demon!eclipse #fnaf security breach au #fnaf sb AU #post-fire fnaf sb #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf eclipse

[nostalgicblur]

Well ladies and gentlemen, Halloween has arrived once again!

To celebrate, I want to introduce you all to a character of mine that I've been working on for actual years at this point (and am STILL kinda working on lol)

Say hello to:

The Phantom Maniac

THIS guy was a character that I created all the way back in late 2019 that was originally inspired by The Drill Killer from Power Drill Massacre. (He was basically a ghost version of The Driller back then) However throughout the years I have fleshed him out and have inspired him more off of other things like RE2's 'Mr. X', Jason Voorhees, various cryptids of the U.S. and just general slasher and zombie films of the 70s/80s.

I created him when I got inspired to create my own game based of off PDM, a now good friend of mine offered to help me out ALOT with the project and since then it has flourished into something more original and something that I'm quite proud of. The development for the game is ridiculously slow nowadays but we still want to hopefully put it out there at some point. (I have absolutely no idea when tho :P)

I showed him off a lot back when I still had a Twitter account (some of you following may recognize him from there ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), he was still a W.I.P. back then but now I feel like he's a bit more refined and I feel a lot happier sharing stuff about him now!

With that being said, I hope you guys like the moldy green giant boi and I hope you all have a Happy Halloween!

Just in case, here's what all the text says on the image:

THE PHANTOM MANIAC

AKA The Woodland Walker, The Mold Behemoth or simply The Maniac

Age (Before death): UNKNOWN

Date of Death: Around the 1970s

Height and Weight: 7'0", 295 pounds

Weapon of choice: A worn Kukri Machete

(Will occasionally use Wood Axes)

An undead serial killer brought back to the mortal realm after making a deal with The Devil

Mainly stalks within heavily wooded forests located in the West and North-West region of the US

Though not known for speed, he is somehow able to travel great distances in very short amounts of time

Has supposedly been responsible for over 20 missing persons cases dated in the 1980s to 90s

Those that live near places that he's been know to lurk have reported decreased wild life populations, vandalized property and haunting noises rarely heard during the night

#oc #oc art #oc artwork #slasher movies #cryptid #the phantom maniac #tpm #GAH im SO glad i finally finished this #i had to rethink how to make this so many times LMAO #now if you'll excuse me #i need to go tf to sleep #oh and btw OFC IM GONNA DRAW MORE OF HIM LOL

[scoundrel-sage]

I finally finished listening to The Cryptid Factor... was nobody gonna tell me Rhys has another podcast called Aliens Like Us? Well I found it and was inspired to make this comic. I like the idea of Stede being a bit Rhys-coded.

Description & text:

Ed and Stede are standing on the deck of The Revenge, stargazing. They see a comet. Stede says “Oh Ed, look!”, Ed replies “beautiful”. Suddenly, a UFO zips into view, Stede and Ed stare in shock and awe as colorful lights pulse around the ship. It only lasts a moment before the UFO is zipping away. Ed and Stede turn to each other and exclaim together “WHAT WAS THAT?”. Later, Stede is describing the event to Lucius while he does a painting of the UFO for documentation. Stede is saying “...green lights, Lucius! And then it zipped away so fast!”. Weeks later, Stede has become quite obsessed with seeing the strange flying ship again. He stares out at the night sky through a spyglass, hoping for a glimpse. Ed calls to him “Anything tonight, darling?” Stede replies “Not yet, love!”. End comic.

#ofmd #ofmd fanart #our flag meets death #our flag means fanart #stede bonnet #Edward Teach #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ed/stede #rhys darby #the cryptid factor #aliens like us #gentlebonnet #edstede #edited:split the comic hopefully that helps with zooming quality

[artsyaech]

[image ID: two nearly identical flags with eleven vertical stripes and an icon of a flower, but instead of a regular flower head, it’s an eye. the colors of the first one are from left to right, dark green, forest green, sage green, dark brown, brown, light brown, brown, dark brown, sage green, forest green and dark green. the icon in the middle is brown. the other flag has varying shades of black and gray, indicating it’s a template. the icon is black. end ID]

i present to you…

cryptidgender + template!!

[PT: cryptidgender + template]

a gender system for any gender related to a specific cryptid (examples: bigfoot, the flatwoods monster, etc)

flag is free to use and if you make your own terms, please tag me so i can reblog them

tagging: @radiomogai

[image ID: a banner with the sonneflorian flag as a background. It is an eleven-striped flag, with the colors, from top to bottom, being blue, pastel blue, pale blue, golden, orange, black, orange, golden, pale mint green, teal, and evergreen. the banner reads, in pastel blue lowercased block text, "read my dni before interacting". there is a symbol of a small bunch of sunflowers on the left side of the banner. END ID.]

#cryptidgender #mogai #liom #liomogai #xenogender #gender coining #coined by me #aech’s terms #xeno coining #flag template

[banesberry-anomoly]

Hello and welcome to hell our blog

We are Banesberry Anomoly, a system of 500+ headmates

We split easily due to stress and the 'tism affects that too. Please interact we love interacting with people we dont bite (this is a lie. We do bite, but its normally a friendly playful kind of biting unless you're being a dick)

COMMISIONS OPEN! Prices under the cut, Cashapp only for now, but also accepting nitro comms for pfps

Current Projects & Other blogs:

@ukulele-made-of-bricks - Sideblog for our main A-Major subsys. Used for spam and general rambling, and Ukulele also uses it to fight assholes (which you should totally go stalk from time to time cause we use it regularly to talk about shit)

@multiversal-traveler-clef - In character ask/rp/gimmick blog for the Timeskipper subsys, which itself is an Amaj subsys within our main Amaj subsys

@matte-blue-scooby-doo-gummy - Headmate sideblog. Its exactly what you think it is

@spamton-spammers - Spam reblog sideblog/partial gimmick blog. Tag it for notes goals games (believe me, we Will help lmfao)

@a-fracturing-incipisphere - SCP Homestuck au has us in a vise grip lmao

Some Frequent Fronter Intros: (Will be updated regularly)

Dr. Alto Clef | Synth 🥮 Amaj subsys - Lockhost - It/Lunar/He/Silk/Eye/Shotgun

Agent Ukulele 👥 Amaj Subsys - Protector - Any X Neos/It/Shadow/He

Francis Wojciechowski 🎧 Amaj Subsys - Comfortor - They/He/Soft

Chimera | Delta 🎆 Amaj subsys - Protector(?) - It/Fur/Claw/Beast

Cryptid ♟ - Splitroject Co Host - It/He/Blood/Cut/They/Bite/Green/Hood

Eden 🛤 - Co Host & Protector - He/Ve/It

Traveler ♾ Timeskipper subsys - Gatekeeper - It/He + Neos

Feel free to send us a frq on SimplyPlural: BanesberryAnomoly

We tag tws as they are, but will try to add other varients if we have room. For ex: blood by itself would be the main tag, but well also try to add other tags aswell for those that dont have the main one filtered, like cw blood, and tw blood

Commisions info, what we post about, Tagging system, and DNI under the cut

I dont have a proper sheet yet, but we're offering commissions for nitro, cashapp, or amazon/other gift cards 8⁰]]

Sketch - $3 bust, $5 full body

Flat Colours - $5 bust, $10 full body

Shaded - $15 bust, $17 full body

Rendered - $19 bust, 35 full body

Lineless +$3

Extra character +$10-20 per depending on complexity

Background (other than simple) +$10-25 depending on complexity

Dm for examples or just look through our art tag 'Banesberry art' 8⁰]]

Art trades are also open if anyone wants to do one of those!

Interests & what we post about: Our art :], SCP, BUCKSHOT ROULETTE FUCK YEAHHHHH, TF2, Plural/System stuff, Minecraft, General Horror topics and fandoms (including analogue horror and liminal spaces), Lgbtq/Mogai/Liom, and Way too many other fandoms

TAGGING SYSTEM (Mostly the important ones and the ones we sometimes forget, will update as needed):

gremlin ramblings - original posts

Banesberry Art - our art

Berry hot sauce - Horny tag. Minors please block this along with tags like 'mdni' 'minors dni' etc. Those posts will prolly be under the mature community label anyways, but for everyones confort and safety please block those tags

Berry mild sauce - Suggestive tag. Block this if youre under 16 please

just chatting - talking tag

name.exe - detonates headmates but 'name' is replaced with the headmates name, there may be multiple of these on a post

reblog haven - reblog tag

pretty art - reblog tag for art stuff

music soup - reblog tag for music stuff

.mp4 - video tag

OCs my beloved <3 - oc tag (Ive half given up on this :sob:. Ocs are also tagged with their name. Might make an oc masterpost later to link here)

know de wae - memes we made, either in response to something or as an original post

heehoo funny go brrr - funny shit goes here

INTERESTING AS FUCK - bottom text

SPAAACE - we fucking love space please tag us in posts about space

Liminal vacation - liminal space tag

train wreck posts - posts and threads that are an absolute train wreck and will probably explode your brain /hj

Personal fandom tags (for sorting purposes and for blocking purposes for my dear mutuals):

p o n y - Ponytown tag

HH/HB - Hazbin/Helluva tag, we post about this often but its here for when we do

BYI

-||| Please block certain tags if youre a minor or we may have to block you if we catch you interacting with those posts

-||| Feel free to make fanart of any of our ocs, headmates, or character interpretations, and make sure to tag us so we see it 8⁰]

-||| You can use art as pfps, banners, etc, but please give credit somewhere, and ask before using headmate specific art. We will likely say yes, but there may be something that we dont want used

-||| We use slurs that we can bodily reclaim, like faggot, tranny, cripple, and retard (also, Queer isnt a slur and we will die on that hill). If youre a close friend yall can use em on us, we dont care lmao (If we talk regularly on discord youre in the green zone, otherwise ask first)

-||| We consume content critically. We may interact with fandoms that have problematic content or creators, but please do not automatically assume we support the problematic aspects of it. We are usually well aware already, and likely the reason we interact with said content is out of our control (like having headmates from said media, or hyperfixtating on it for some reason, etc.)

DNI

Queerphobes, Racists, Anti-Semitic people, Israel supporters, TERFS/RADFEMS, MAP/NOMAP/Etc, Proshippers, Syscoursers, Anti-Endos, people against mspec lesbians/gays and other good faith identities

ScamKiller and Spooky-Hey supporters (SCPblr specific), Wilbur Soot supporters

We block liberally

#tagging system #pinned post #Updated: April 16th 2024

[deadcrow-donteat]

pinned post .......

hihi !! we're corvid or crows , 7teen , mspec gay , nonhuman , genderhoarder , audhd , n disabled. might be a system not 100% sure ? but there's definitely some dissociative tendencies so y'know. we also have pretty bad social skills so if you try to make smalltalk with us it won't go very far ^^;

we like art + making things in general , esp sewing / fashion !! we also spend a lot of time drawing + reading + writing

we also like horror , markiplier , the uncanny valley , my chemical romance , fall out boy , green day , stray kids , ashnikko , plane crash investigations , true crime , missing 411 , cryptids , the backrooms , plushys , vulture culture , cute stationary , urban legends , old web graphics , aesthetic stuff , fashion , unsolved mysteries , ww2 + war crimes , radiation accidents , vintage shops , collaging , making carrd layouts

some of our absolute fav aesthetics are crowcore (surprise surprise) , goblincore , cryptidcore + cryptid academia , bastardcore , dark forestcore , babacore , whimsigoth , early 00's emo , classic punk , n maximalism just in general

some of our fav fashion styles are decora , vkei , fairy kei , also classic punk + early 00's emo , scenecore , pinup , lolita (esp goth / punk) , menhera kei / yamikawaii , pastel goth , gyaru / gyaruo

here's our carrd !! it has links to some other stuff :3c

we have a redbubble shop , and a post ab comms n stuff here !!

prolly gonna open carrd layout comms eventually ?? and art comms hopefully soonish.

image ids in alt text ^^

blog tags; crows rambles : msc posts crows creates : stuff we make shit to send to my mom shit to send to my dad stuff for the cube : things to send to my friend's disc

#crows rambles #crows creates #intro post #bastardcore #cryptidcore #crowcore #autistic #actually autistic #adhd #actually adhd #audhd #actually audhd #mogai

[paranormalbadboyfiles]

Okay so,

We are gen’ing on main! Let’s get into the theories! Let me know yours too :3  ~*Under the Cut*~ (long post incoming!) Non-Circled Items - Visible Text: Words, clockwise - Visible Text: Numbers, clockwise Circled Items - White Numbers(1-18) - Green Numbers (1-5) - Red Numbers (1-4) - Orange Numbers (1-2)

~*Non-Circled Items*~ Visible Text: Words, clockwise Left - Magma - Theory - Theory #4 -  Escaped monkey (there is at least on often reported on YouTube story about this) -  Shockwave Top -  M on the left is the Mystery Files logo. -  Exhaustion. -  Volcanic gas. - The body disintegrated. (Another tale of spontaneous human combustion maybe?) -  A belch, methane(?) Right - Theory #3(?) Bottom - Theory #2 Center - Suspect #1 - Unknown - Rip Van Winkle Visible Text: Numbers, clockwise Left -  2007 (the year, I’m presuming) Top -  $160k Right -  80 million trees Bottom -  $100,000 Center -  2005 (the year, I think)  - 500,000 acres ~*Circled Items*~  White Numbers(1-18) 1. Looks like some kind of machine-type thing? See number 12. 2. Letter J. See number 13. JK = Just kidding? 3. Nuclear explosion icon? 4. Mobile phone. Randonautica? (Ryan did an ad for them awhile back during the same season where he tied himself up for an AYS promo shoot). There's one very uh...dark story that occurred with this app that's been heavily covered on YouTube. 5. Under water nuclear explosion? Underwater volcano? (The words "magma" and "volcanic gas" are also on there). 6. A Tumblr-looking "T." I AM my fear.  7. PBS is provided by support from Internet content viewers like you. Thank you! 8. Chipmunk? Beaver? Groundhog? Or do I have the paredolia? 9. Suspect #1, right under a picture of Ryan. 10. "Public Enemy" written across a picture of Ryan on PH set. 11. A little Professor sticker peeking behind Number 10. 12. A machine looking thing? Inner mechanisms of a watch? Possibly related to number 1? 13. Letter K. See number 2. JK = Just kidding? 14. I looked up the "Evergreen State" and it's Washington. 15. A heart. See number 18. 16. Looks like a generic "person" graphic similar to one used in BFU. Sunglasses on top. Why? Finally the Buzzfeed tea? 17. A rosary? 18. Another heart. See number 15. Green Numbers (1-5) All of these are connected together by green string 1. Insect? 4 legs? Multiple antennae? I fear the buggy cryptids D: 2. Musical notes.   3. M is the Mystery Files logo.  4. $500,000 acres.  5. Mystery Files is the title.  Red Numbers (1-4) All of these are connected together by red string 1. Post-explosion site?  2. Nuclear explosion?  3. Text: Volcanic gas.  4. Football  Orange Numbers (1-2) 1. Thumbtack, right next to the left edge of the board.  2. Thumbtack, right beneath the top edge of the board.

#watcher #mystery files #watcher mystery files #lets get into the theories #let me know your thoughts!

[charcoalhawk]

Campus Cryptid

Summary: Danny just wants to hang out and eat lunch with his new college roommates and their families. Why can’t ghosts just leave him alone for five minutes?

Written for Dannymay 2022, for the prompt college years.

Danny doesn’t mean to become the new local cryptid at his college campus, it just sort of… happens.

(He’s just so glad Sam and Tucker got scholarships at different schools and decided to pursue their ‘higher education’ there. As much as he would have liked them to go to his school he’s eternally grateful because otherwise they never would have let him live this down.)

(They’ll probably still try but at least this time he has Jazz to back him up on this one.)

It all starts the day he moves into his dorm room, he and his roommates have been texting each other for weeks, but this is the first time they’re all meeting in person.

They decide in the days leading up to moving day to all hang out for lunch after they set up their rooms, and invite their parents or whoever’s helping them move in along with them.

Luckily for Danny his parents are busy that weekend, and yeah maybe he had to cash in one of his very few favors with Vlad to have him give his parents a wild ghost chase up through Wisconsin, so Jazz is the one helping him move all his stuff in and meet his roommates.

The actual moving in process goes smoothly, and as they all settle down for lunch at one of the many local cafés Danny actually starts to think that this year is going to be nice and boring and supernatural horror free.

Of course, that’s when the screaming starts.

At that exact moment Danny feels a familiar chill down his spine and releases an involuntary puff of ice cold air.

Fuck. His. Un-life.

He shares a brief glance with Jazz before he moves to slip away to transform, but before he can the crowd parts enough for him to see which ghost has decided to venture out of Amity Park into his college campus.

All it takes is seeing the dark cape and the green bulbous head with its single visible eyeball before Danny knows that this is going to be a problem.

He hadn’t actually had to deal with the deader than thou Observants since the whole Vortex debacle, but from what he remembered they were an obnoxious bunch that had never heard of subtlety or tact in their entire existence.

He knows the moment the Observer sees him because it straightens up like Mr. Lancer used to when he still thought he could control the class through lectures and book-themed curses.

Sucks to be it though, it had only taken Mr. Lancer a week to figure out that that shit didn’t work with Danny’s class.

And then the Observant starts to talk.

He can’t actually make out the words it’s saying, for all that the street has gone silent around him. All he can hear is the rushing of blood in his ears and the dull, rolling hum of his core.

He can’t, he won’t let this ghost ruin his college life like ghosts had wrecked his high school one.

Almost without realizing it he steps out behind where he had been pushed to hide with the rest of his group. He feels the familiar cool metal of a Fenton thermos being pressed swiftly into his left hand as he slips past Jazz, and before he knows it he’s calmly marching up to where the Observant is still rambling on to its captive audience.

Once he gets within range he without hesitation swiftly rears back before slamming his right fist into the convenient bullseye the Ovservsnt’s single eyeball creates in its otherwise featureless face.

While ghost’s don’t have bone or cartilage the impact still makes a satisfying crunch sound as the hit sends the Observant hurdling into the ground.

Before it can recover he swiftly activates the thermos and the Observant disappears from view. With that done he calmly walks back to where his group is still huddled behind their table and hands the thermos off to Jazz for her to take back to the portal to punt the annoying ghost back to whatever hole the Observant had come from.

It’s only at this point that Danny realizes that his roommates and their parents are all staring at him in a kind of horrified fascination he had only previously seen in out-of-towners who came to Amity Park thinking the whole ‘most haunted town on earth’ thing was a big hoax.

With a sinking feeling in his core Danny glances around to see that everyone who had just seen Danny punch a ghost sharing some variation of that look.

Curse of the ancients, he hadn’t even gotten to eat his first lunch with his roomates before he fucked everything up.

“Holy shit dude. Do you think you can teach me how to punch like that?”

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