#real cryptid

[humminghalo]

I miss you, rain ♡

ff r iiend . . . .. . i mi s s y ou t oo.

I s ee th e l i ghts in a ll of y y y y y yyour wind o ws .

I d e eeplyyy appppprec iate yo urr ca ri n g .

D oo no t f e a r for my w e ll—be i inggggg. Gg

I a m h i gh and i a mm l o w ,

i a m ab oo vvvvvve as i a m bene athhh .

I a m th e sa fe t y y you lon ggg f ff f orr .

.,..,. ,..

i lov e y o u , a ll l o f my de ar friend s. .. : )

#humminghalo #text post #i love you #cryptid #cryptidkin #cryptidcore #angelcore #angelkin #godkin #holy #holycore #rain #oddcore #cryptic #angel #real angel #real cryptid

[urfavorite-cryptid]

any other creatures finding no time to scare the locals because of the short days? i can’t be the only one.

#cryptid #cryptic #real cryptid #creature

[hobgobknowsbest]

#goblincore #goblin culture #goblin vibes #goblin community #local cryptid #dungeons and dragons #Real life magic #Be the light you want to see in the world #goblin mode #goblin things #goblin posting #goblin king #unintelligible goblin noises

[the-briny-bulletin]

Cryptid fish that has only been seen once and never again that may or may not exist but well never know my beloved

#BIG FUCKING DRAGONFISH IS JUST THERE IN THR SEA and HAS ONLY BEEN SEEN ONCE and NO ONE FUCKING KNOWS IF ITS REal???? #oceanology #fish #marine biology #marine life #marine ecology #oceanography #deep ocean #marine #deep sea #conspiracy #cryptid #cryptids #cryptozoology #USO #conspiracy theory #marine fish #William Beebe #Otis Barton #fish facts #ocean life

[squidinu]

wolfdad[sketch]

#august #cryptid crush #real werewolf dad hours #werewolf #furry #drew gus for morale

[spellboundcities]

can anyone hear me

original v

#dropped everything to make these in a fit of mania the likes of which I cannot describe #I've been wanting to make pearl fanart/work on a design for her for a while and. and harrow. harrow??? #like the big jacket? the wolves? come ONNNNNNN #big jacket pearl will forever be real to me #local cryptid draws #pearlescentmoon #pearlesentmoon fanart #double life #technically #kinda???? I based this on her red skin so #milgram #milgram project #been obsessed with these btw. peace love milgram #traffic series #double life fanart #trafficblr #are we rocking with the hair streaks btw? Cause I'm kinda rocking with em #block game go brrr

[possibly-not-a-ghost]

Fake Cryptids, Real Ghosts

Ok, so dp x dc/batfam because this AU has me by the throat but what if it's the fake cryptid batfamily AU who never joined the JL.

Just...imagine it. The Batfamily has been protecting Gotham quietly but fiercely by scaring the daylights out of criminals as creatures that go bump in the night. A bit of stage magic, frightening method acting, contortion, a whole language comprised of chirps, growls, and body language, and the best tech possible and you've got a recipe for striking fear into the hearts of everyone.

They've got shrines on the rooftops, vaguely on the JL radar (Cause really, who's gonna believe that Gotham, one of the worst cities has a demon problem? Constantine? Homeboy took one look at Gotham and went Nope.) and they're protected cause any self respecting Gothamite wouldn't go spilling the beans to Outsiders. The Bats keep them safe. Who would believe them anyways?

Enter half dead, half alive Danny Fenton.

Danny Fenton who has a best friend's named Tucker and Sam who find out about the Gotham Cryptids, and go absolutely ham on research because here lies something,a bunch of someone's who are Other. Maybe they're creepy but they're cool and they're Heroes and they help people.

Sure, at first it was an attempt from Sam and Tucker to help their best friend feel less alone in the face of other, more 'normal' heroes and people out there in the world. Maybe they try to further bury the Bats online cause if anyone understands keeping on the down low, it would be Amity Parker's. For awhile, Danny Fenton, sometimes Phantom is simply happy to know he's not alone.

Then he's outed and his sister who's long since been ecto-contaiminated is put at risk there's nowhere that seems safer. Gotham is a chaotic city, even without the Bats factoring in. After all Gotham has (Demons-Spirits-Creatures?) The Bats already. Who would care if a halfa and his sister hide out there? As long as they're respectful of their territory, it'll be fine right? Besides, they've got to warn the Bats anyways about the GIW and government. They're coming after ghosts, who knows if they'll be next? Spooky things have to look out for each other after all.

Cue shenanigans as Phantom who stops hiding all of his creepier traits as a ghost walks up to the Totally Human but Faking it Batman with really thoughtful gifts for all of their shrines (And one fruitcake), no heartbeat and an earnest plea for a safe haven in their Haunt because the Ancients taught him manners and the importance of respecting another entities territory.

#dp x dc #dc #batman #danny fenton #danny phantom #fake cryptid batfam #This has been living rent free in my head for the last week just picture how hysterical it would be #The Batfam in this AU who go about like normal people during the day but are Dramatic Nightmares come nighttime #rook posts stuff #rook writes stuff #kinda #Danny and Jazz being SO RESPECTFUL of the Bats #and while Danny knows they aren't ghosts he never tries to pry because they deserve their secrets #meanwhile in the Batcave Bruce and fam are going nuts because here's a literal dead child asking for a safe haven in Gotham and HOW DOES HE #FILL OUT THE PAPERWORK FOR A DEAD CHILD ALFRED HELP #and when they finally meet Jazz while still being unaware of Danny's Halfa status (He forgot okay? He's used to the ghosts who already Know #cause his sister is alive but we found ancient art depicting Phantom and ok family of choice is a Thing we respect but also what #OR Danny and Jazz try to hide in this AU even from the Bats but honestly all the ideas in my head keep making me snort #fake cryptids real ghosts au

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Derpsheep; a fake cryptid and a real romantic.

There's a new Robin flitting around Gotham. The Batman is a little puzzled about it, because this one isn't flitting around it; it's just following its other Robin around. Even more than the Spoiler does, in fact. 

The Batman is . . . puzzled. Yes. 

But the Batman is also a thing that learns, so it goes hunting. It finds the new Robin flying around downtown with its other one, though the new Robin doesn't fly like its other Robins do. 

Well, its first Robin isn't in Gotham to teach it how to right now, the Batman supposes. So that makes sense, that this one would have to figure it out on its own. Not like its other Robins. 

Though it's also off-putting and making the Batman uncomfortable. 

It doesn’t have a net. Robins always need a net. 

It should summon–call Dick. Dick prefers being “called”. Even if it's rough on his phone, he always says. 

But definitely the Batman should call him, because its new Robin is too reckless and open and emotive, and although Tim is clearly trying to take the new one under his wing, he just isn't as experienced at doing that as Dick is. Dick's done it twice now, but when Tim tried they wound up with a Spoiler. Which is . . . fine, the Batman supposes, but it's not a Robin. 

The Batman prefers Robins. So does Gotham, it knows. 

Gotham loves nothing like she loves their Robins. 

So the Batman calls Dick, and it listens with mild curiosity as Dick's “phone” rings in the place where its mind would go, if it had one. It doesn’t need the phone, obviously, but again, Dick prefers it to call. It's a . . . human thing, he always says. 

The Batman isn't human, obviously, but Dick is. And even as far as Bludhaven, it can still contact him like this. 

Not as far as Ethiopia, though. 

“Hey, B,” Dick greets, his voice echoing easy and pleasant in the place where the Batman doesn't have a mind. “You gotta work on your caller ID interface, my phone started screaming again.” 

The Batman is mostly certain that phones are supposed to scream, but makes a note of the concern anyway. 

come home, it says, and immediately feels Dick tense warily–feels Nightwing tense warily. 

“What's wrong?” he asks, quick and sharp. The Batman knows he's already grabbing his wallet and keys, though he doesn't really need those to get home. Not from Bludhaven, anyway. 

From–farther, yes, but . . . not Bludhaven. 

not bad thing, it says. new Robin.

“. . . what happened to Tim?” Dick asks with a note of alarm in his voice. He was gone the last time something happened to a Robin, so the Batman should've . . . anticipated the reaction, it supposes. 

too young, it says. can't teach yet.

“Bruce, oh my god, you have to leave Steph alone, she doesn't want–” Dick starts in exasperation. The Batman cuts him off. 

not a Spoiler, it says. a Robin. but he flies wrong.

“. . . ‘he’ flies wrong,” Dick repeats warily. The Batman can feel him scratching familiar sigils into his apartment floor with his keys. “How do you fly wrong?” 

wrong, the Batman says. no net. no wires.

“Wait,” Dick says. “Do you mean he’s actually flying?” 

no net, the Batman repeats, barely repressing the stress that wants to creep into its voice. Dick always made it very clear: a Robin needs a net. 

“. . . B, oh my god,” Dick says, and then scratches the last sigil into the floorboards, and then the Batman can finally reach him again. It snaps its cape around him and pulls, instant and immediate, and then it has him in his cape. 

Dick doesn’t stay, because none of them ever do. 

The Batman wishes they would, sometimes. 

Most of the time.

#derpsheep #wip: a fake cryptid and a real romantic #long post

[sailing-through-hawkins]

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)

#steddie #au content #concepts #sailor✧scribbles #other!steve my beloved #MONSTER-ENTHUSIASTS GET Y'ALL JUICE #this has no plot #it's just eddie freaking out over a real life cryptid #also steve is very partial to robin #just wanted to mention that

[puppetmaster13u]

Cryptid-esque Batman, but he uses vantablack for his entire outfit.

Everything is just, black, darkness, a moving shadow, save for when the cloak opens and there's the bat-symbol. He keeps it a different colors so his kids can still find him, but the moment they're in range he closes the cloak and it's like they're just gone.

He still has all of his armour and gadgets, they're just completely invisible amidst the rest of his form. The kids might be covered in bright colors, but he makes sure to give them each a cape or cloak for hiding. Just in case.

The issue is that now all of Gotham thinks the batclan are some sort of living shadows that form in the night. Not helped when Duke joins for the daylight and quite literally glows.

#prompts #writing prompt #batman au #vantablack batclan au #Poor Justice league keeps getting jumpscared #Superman is the only one who doesn't thanks to superhearing #the real reason he's memorized each of their heartbeats is to prevent jumpscares lol #If the batfam even joins the league #I would think getting proof of their existence is rather hard #batfam #cryptid batfam #cryptid batman #batblob can exist and have a legit explanation #vantablack #Let all of the group be blobs of shadow and look like someone used a black paintbucket on a paper with no sign of where they begin or end #Also give them glowy eyes for funsies

[doomordestiny]

charlie is like a cryptid to me bc he lives in like the middle of nowhere, nobody ever sees him outside, he never attends cc events, and he acts like That. he is not real. that man is something other than human.

#i mean this lovingly #hes just a funky goopy guy idk #cryptid little slime ball #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle #gloom grumbles #i think ik why he doesnt go to events and i dont blame him they seem stressful #he seems so nice to meet tho but id probably explode bc wdym ur real

[drchucktingle]

Will is a food blogger who adores his life on the road, but his trip to Ohio is already mired by disaster. It turns out Will has been less than detailed with his taxes, and now the IRS is giving him twenty-four hours to fix his mistakes. Will finally finishes, but must now forego his planned restaurants for a local diner down the road.

It’s here that Will meets the Loveland Frogman (real name Norto), a handsome amphibian accountant who’s filling in as a server for the evening. Norto offers Will a little accounting advice, but could the cryptids fourth-wall-shattering awareness be crafting an even larger metaphor?

Will is hoping to find out… by joining the Loveland Frogman in a hardcore pounding!

This erotic tale is 4,000 words of sizzling human on gay frogman action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, deep throating, and cryptid amphibian love.

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ohio buckaroos your day has finally come please enjoy new tingler THE LOVELAND FROGMAN GIVES THE BEST ACCOUNTING ADVICE AND HEAD I’VE EVER GOTTEN out now on amazon and true buckaroo tier patreon

#loveland frogman #cryptid #chuck tingle #tingleverse #love is real

[cuubism]

a selection of The Library's customers

--

One day Hob will get used to The Library's many strange happenings. Maybe. Or probably not.

Today, it's the fact that there's a customer.

Sort of.

The small child who's essentially appeared in Dream's study frowns up at him, hands on her hips. She looks to be about nine. She's wearing a school uniform. Where are her parents?

"This," she says to Dream, horribly affronted, "is not the school library."

"I imagine it did not have what you needed," Dream says. Utterly unbothered by a random child wandering into his shop, seemingly out of nowhere. Hob watches with astonishment from where he's sitting at Dream's desk with a cup of coffee, evidently not needed for this interaction. "What were you looking for?"

"Unicorns," she declares.

It seems odd to Hob that a primary school library wouldn't have any fantasy books with unicorns in them, but what does he know. Dream nods with utter seriousness. "Please wait a moment," he says, and disappears into the bowels of the shop.

"How'd you get in here?" Hob asks as the girl sits down primly in a chair.

"I used the door, silly," she says. Not the front door, surely. Hob definitely hadn't seen her come up the stairs into the study.

Then her eyes light up. "Can I have a scone?"

Hob had brought over a container of them from the cafe, and Dream's been picking at them all morning. Hob passes the kid the container. What the hell else is he supposed to do?

Fortunately, Dream returns before Hob has to figure out what his adult responsibility is as regards an unaccompanied child that probably should be in school right now. Dream hands the girl a stack of at least ten books of varying sizes, presumably about unicorns. The girl looks through them, scrunches her nose up, and asks, "D'you have anything more scientific?"

Dream considers. Then hands her a large, flat book that he definitely hadn't been carrying a moment ago. The girl sets it on the ground, kneeling before it, flipping through the pages. It seems to be made up of scientific diagrams and large, full-color images. Hob sees viscera, organs, bones-- then the girl closes the book again. The cover says, Unicorn Anatomy: Piece by Piece.

The little girl smiles up at him, sharp and pixie-like. "Thank you, Mister Dream," she says, incredibly polite for a child currently grinning madly over unicorn dissections.

Dream nods solemnly. "I hope it will serve you well in your endeavors."

She trots off back into the stacks, to whatever door (?) she came from, and Hob turns to Dream. "Do you often get random children here?"

"The Library finds its customers," Dream says placidly. "She will find her way back to her classroom, worry not."

"Figured that, somehow."

Dream sets the other unicorn books aside and takes up a scone in their place, nibbling on it as he perches on the edge of his desk, looking down at Hob. He seems amused by Hob's confusion. "Why do you have a front door if people don't use it?" Hob asks.

"You use it," Dream points out. Which... is unexpectedly touching. Unexpectedly special.

"Fair enough," he agrees, voice tight.

--

Dream's next customer comes bursting in through a side door as Hob is helping Dream stack some new books. He runs in so fast he has to catch himself against the desk, his business suit tattered and smoking, his hair... literally on fire. He rapidly pats it out.

"Please," he begs, as Dream just observes him calmly from where he's sitting cross-legged on the floor. "I need--"

"1983 Alternate History," Dream fills in. "Yes, I'm sure you do. One moment, please."

As he disappears into the stacks, the customer leans against the desk, panting for breath. Hob doesn't think offering a scone is going to help in this case. He's not sure what else would help, either.

Fortunately, Dream returns quickly, handing the shaking man an equally tattered grey book that is indeed titled, in a concerning handwritten scrawl, User's Guide to 1983 - Alternate Version. And, subtitled: FOR EMERGENCY USE ONLY.

"Thanks," breathes the man, clutching the book to him. And with no more explanation than that, he runs back through the door he came from. Hob thinks he catches a glimpse of something very large and very on fire through the doorway, but the door swings closed too fast to tell for sure.

"They would do well to pass that around rather than returning it," Dream says, before sitting back down and returning to his book sorting.

Hob is naturally curious, but he thinks about all the fire and this time decides he doesn't want to know.

--

"...Hi?"

For once, Hob has successfully convinced Dream to stop working for a moment. Dream is, in fact, currently sitting on his lap, resting his head on Hob's shoulder in a half-doze as Hob regales him with a university story that's certainly crazy enough to fit in with any of the books in The Library. But Library customers don't follow a nine - to - five schedule, Hob's learned this well enough by now.

Dream does not seem embarrassed to have been caught in this position. He just stands fluidly, stretching his arms over his head. "Yes?"

The young person standing hesitantly in the middle of the room -- might be eighteen? twenty? once he crossed thirty Hob lost the ability to tell young adults' ages with any accuracy, they all seem like kids -- twists their hands together and says, "Could you help me find a book?"

Dream nods and waits for them to tell him which one.

The kid glances back and forth between the two of them nervously, like they think one or both of them might judge their selection. Hob tries to look non-threatening, even though it's hard to look more non-threatening when he's already half-sunk into the couch, wearing sweatpants, and was just caught cuddling his boyfriend in a semi-public space. He's also certain that whatever book this kid might be after, The Library definitely has something more concerning and more questionable.

Like Alternate 1983 History, for example.

Dream probably already knows what they're looking for, too, he always does.

Dream just tilts his head in beckoning and walks off into the stacks, his customer following behind, still wringing their hands.

Hob's fully expecting only Dream to come back, for his customer to disappear through another exit -- none of which Hob can ever find later. But they both come back through around ten minutes later, Dream carrying a book with a yellow cover. The study is close and cozy enough that Hob can make out the title -- Gender Queer -- as Dream passes it over, and oh, yeah, he gets it now. Granted, Hob himself has always been more of the type to punch people out whenever they give him any shit, but he understands the impulse, the need, sometimes, to hide.

The teen clutches yellow-covered book close to their chest. "You can take it home," Dream says when they make no move to leave.

They look down at the cover and then back up at Dream. "...I'm not sure I can," they say at length. "It's too, um. Obvious."

Dream just raises an eyebrow. "Is it?"

Hob swears he didn't look away, but as he follows the teen customer's gaze back down, the book has definitely changed. The cover is blue now, and it seems to be about maths, though it's hard to make out from far away. The kid flips through the pages, and they must be different from before for they look up at Dream in disbelief.

Dream, the fucker, just winks. Presses the book closed again, upon which the cover returns to yellow.

"Algebra is scintillating," he drawls, turning away and snatching up the container of scones from a side table -- a not-insignificant part of Hob's job, at this point, is just keeping Dream in scones -- "and suitable for any young person. Take a scone with you, too." He holds out the container. "Hob's are the best."

And with a tiny smile, the kid takes one.

#btw of ALL the books so far mentioned in this au Gender Queer is the ONLY one that's actually a real book XD #all the others are made up #conservatives in the US keep scapegoating Gender Queer and trying to get it banned #love hob doing literally fuck all in this. like does he ever work? who knows #all he does is snog dream a lot. good life tbh #bookstore cryptid dream #dreamling #my writing #dreamling fic #a warm up to hopefully get my brain churning enough today to finish in waking dreams

[kualticrypt]

Hey hey, made another tshirt :3

Reblog to grow the mothman fan club. Please I love this little freak so much and I want other people to appreciate him too. He's so sweet and handsome look at him confess his love for LAMP LAMP LAMP L-

Sorry that was weird. Purchase for your nearest forest-dwelling cryptid. (yes you count. I promise. we know.) Pre-order ends November 6th, don't forget!

#tshirt #sizes xs to 4x #ends nov 6th #mothman #cryptid art #cryptid #small business #no actually tho i love this shirt its so funny to me #my partner was cuddling me watching me make this one #they werent sure about the text in the back but i think its funny #theres a real poem in that text for the nerds out there who are curious #and im not joking btw each sale gives me enough money to buy my go to subway order #you are ensuring an artist is not starving #adopt a moth. feed an artist <3

[beskarfrog]

when your partner bails on bigfoot hunting to go out to dinner with some guy

#dinluke #the mandalorian #digital art #dinluke art #xfiles au #luke's not jealous he just can't understand why anyone would prefer dinner to cryptids #at least thats what he's telling himself #the real question is who is going on a date with din #sorry i haven't drawn anything in like a week #school meds and new job are killing me quickly #so i wanted to do a classic xfiles moment to cheer myself up

[squidinu]

full moon tonight

#cryptid crush #werewolf #august #robyn #sketch #gus gets worked up real easily #robyn doesnt take shit from cryptids