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Sorry it took so long to respond I was out all day and normally I would be asleep by now but due to a family emergency involving a sibling (they will be fine) I am ✨AWAKE✨. Please forgive the inevitable crimes against grammar I’m about to commit I am severely sleep deprived :D
Okay so the reason wendigos aren’t able to hybridise is because humans turn into them through specific methods ie eating human flesh. they are human turned creatures. Same rules apply for vampires, werewolves, Zombies, Ghosts and any other similar type of monster, they are around but they aren’t hybrids. There are also no Moth Man, Bigfoot or Loch Ness Hybrids.
Magic left the world a LONG time ago and no one (Human) remembers why. This caused a mass extinction event with most creatures that were solely magical being wiped out. The ones that survived either became Cryptids and barely functioned with the scraps of magic left behind or they became mundane…
The reason the fae left in the first place is because a bunch of humans tried to take magic from the Fae and actually succeeded for like five seconds before a bunch of them died from the sheer amount of power. This BIG NO NO altered the nature of magic into something humans could actually use unfortunately it also hurt the Fae badly so they had to poq for a while to recover. They took the magic with them but not before cursing the surviving thieves and their descendants to never be able to experience magic again (this led to some unintended consequences).
The reason there are no Fae hybrids is a little more sinister (angst potential incoming). Every now and then a little bit of magic would leak back into the world and keep things running just enough so that when the Fae returned it wasn’t a complete shit show (just mostly one) and after some initial conflict and a bunch of new border agreements things settled down (British hybrids can pick which royal house they follow (fae or human) whilst still maintaining citizenship (guess which Soap picked lol)) and with magic being reintroduced (in the 1800’s btw) the world slowly started to change. Within a generation hybrids began appearing, within another three Mythics started showing up too. With each successive generation the hybrids got stronger and as the magic around the world continued to grow more and more animals began looking weird. Rabbits with antlers, Giant Sea Snakes and Octopi, Lions with golden coats. But no dragons or phenox or unicorns or purely magical beings appeared instead what they had where hybrids that become a little less human every generation.
TLDR the OG mythical creatures went extinct and magic is trying its best to bring them back the normal hybrids just didn’t have enough juice in them to meet the requirements. Anything that didn’t go (fully) extinct like the Fae or are human turned creature won’t hybridise.
Technically Ghost hybridisation shouldn’t have worked but because he “died” such a specific and traumatising way near a canine mythic who’s magic he absorbed over months the magic got a lil confused (Ghost is the only Black dog hybrid the as the rest are actual dogs and not extinct ( does that mean Ghost is the strongest Black dog? Maybe…(yes it does))).
If you want angst you could say that if a hybrid uses to much of their magic they run the risk of becoming more creature then man. I don’t think they’d loose their intelligence and they’d still be the same “person” but they definitely wouldn’t be human.
Since magic returned vampires can walk in the sun, wendigos became intelligent (took one look at the military and went ✨no✨) werewolves become more aware (lol) and don’t need the moon to shift and Ghosts are still classed as citizens.
Ooh What if magic is radiation from the asteroid that took out the dinosaurs????
You're fine I hope everyone's okay and I'd be a hypocrite because I too do not understand the English language.
Ok that makes sense yeah.
FAE LORE FAE LORE!!! I LOVE IT! I love that the lore and angst of humans trying to take something not made for them is very fitting. There is a ton of potential for angst and I love that Soap is like nahhh fae all the way. (He is correct)
I Love that explanation of mythics It seems very fitting for the universe. The world needs them in some way shape or form so it corrects itself.
Great explanation for Ghost and the fact that singles him out making him the most powerful is perfect. I mean look at that man.
AAAHHHH ANGST!!!! I LOVE THAT! It limits them and makes them of not super op. It also explains how some of the actual mythical creatures can survive in the human world now. (Wendigos my beloved)
OMG DINOSAUR LORE?! YES! (what if kidding kinda If all the dinosaurs didn't die) Hahaha unless
(I answered this on my phone so I couldn't answer each paragraph because it wasn't clear sorry)
#call of duty modern warfare#cod modern warfare#john soap mactavish#ghoap#simon ghost riley#hybrid au
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Here's the bracket for round 1! I intend to start posting matches tomorrow.
Group 1 (Matches 1-16)
Sam Wayne (Scarlet Hollow) VS Penny (Stardew Valley)
Joy Johnson-Johjima (Monster Prom) VS Vladamir (Moonlight Lovers)
P.S. Elle (Romancelvania) VS Saint Germain (Code: Realize)
Bram Galeborn (Tales of the Wild) VS Jumin Han (Mystic Messenger)
Edgar Morton (To Love & Protect) VS Zen (Mystic Messenger)
Nowi (Fire Emblem Awakening) VS Elise (Fire Emblem Fates)
Maison Talo (House Hunted) VS Sam (Stardew Valley)
Akihiko Sanada (Persona 3 Portable) VS Sam Dalton (Choices - The Nanny Affair)
Ota Kisaki (Kissed by the Baddest Bidder) VS Casavir (Neverwinter Nights 2)
Anna (Fire Emblem Engage) VS Yang (Piofiore Fated Memories)
Isabela (Dragon Age 2) VS Shuu Iwamine (Hatoful Boyfriend)
Liam de Lioncourt (Monster Prom) VS Sunder (Boyfriend Dungeon)
Cassandra Pentaghast (Dragon Age Inquisition) VS Curie (Fallout 4)
Cliff (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS Sylvain Jose Gautier (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)
Hanatsubaki Gorō (Tokimeki Memorial Girl’s First Love) VS Leliana (Dragon Age Origins)
Barbatos (Obey Me) VS Solas (Dragon Age Inquisition)
Group 2 (Matches 17-32)
Nightowl (Blooming Panic: Full Bloom Edition) VS Isako Toriumi (Persona 3)
Adam/Ava du Mortain (Wayhaven Chronicles) VS Drake Walker (Choices - The Royal Romance)
Taro Majima (Tokimeki Memorial Girl’s Side 2nd Season) VS Vace (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)
Yoosung Kim (Mystic Messenger) VS Siren Head (Siren Head Dating Sim)
Rick (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS V (Mystic Messenger)
Ken Amada (Persona 3 Portable) VS Lorenz Hellman Gloucester (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)
Bigfoot (Dialtown) VS Damien Ramsey (Magical Diary)
Merrill (Dragon Age 2) VS Landon (High School Dreams Best Friends Forever)
Vyn Richter (Tears of Themis) VS Sumire Yoshizawa (Persona 5 Royal)
Sebastian (Stardew Valley) VS Triss Merigold (Witcher 3)
Rock (Story of Seasons: A Wonderful Life) VS Morrigan (Dragon Age Origins)
Gray (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS Calculester Hewlett-Packard (Monster Prom)
Harry Choi (The Ssum) VS Ichiko Ohya (Persona 5)
Sadayo Kawakami (Persona 5) VS Randy Jade (Dialtown)
Kevan (Long Live the Queen) VS Camellia (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous)
Ace (Heart no Kuni no Alice) VS Rhea (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)
Group 3 (Matches 33-48)
Ilessa (Romancelvania) VS Dolce (Rune Factory 4)
Sothis (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) VS Laito Sakamaki (Diabolik Lovers)
Cameron Conner (Wylde Flowers) VS Sera (Dragon Age Inquisition)
Elliott (Stardew Valley) VS Shane (Stardew Valley)
Mikah Hudson (Save Me, Sherlock) VS Harvey (Stardew Valley)
Towa Wakasa (Sweet Fuse: At Your Side) VS Shiloh Fields (XOXO Droplets)
Arsene Lupin (Code: Realize) VS Blackwall (Dragon Age Inquisition)
Vere (Touchstarved) VS Shiki (Togainu no Chi)
Sebastian Vael (Dragon Age 2) VS Toma (Amnesia: Memories)
Sakura (Fire Emblem Fates) VS Ethan Ramsey (Choices - Open Heart)
Warren (Life is Strange) VS Ryoma (Fire Emblem Fates)
Katherine (Catherine) VS Jonah (Boyfriend Dungeon)
Anders (Dragon Age 2) VS Dorian Grey (OZMAFIA!!)
Skye (Harvest Moon DS Cute) VS Tammy (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)
Fenris (Dragon Age 2) VS Dys (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)
Peter King (Your Boyfriend Game) VS Eisuke Ichinomiya (Kissed by the Baddest Bidder)
Group 4 (Matches 49-64)
Tharja (Fire Emblem Awakening) VS Jacob Taylor (Mass Effect 2)
Elanee (Neverwinter Nights 2) VS Megaricus (Kaichu - The Kaiju Dating Sim)
Joseph Christiansen (Dream Daddy) VS Naoto Shirogane (Persona 4)
Mr. Pages (Mask of the Rose) VS Soleil (Fire Emblem Fates)
Baxter Ward (Our Life: Beginnings & Always) VS Ryouta Kazama (Tokimeki Memorial Girl’s Side 4)
Colonel Sanders (I Love You, Colonel Sanders!) VS Kappa (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town)
Andy (Romance Club) VS Micah Yujin (Error143)
Anomen Delryn (Baldur’s Gate 2) VS Koolie Sterling (Tentador Leches)
Canus Espada (Cafe Enchante) VS Nah (Fire Emblem Awakening)
Doctor (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS Lucy (Your Boyfriend Game)
Amber (Rune Factory 4) VS Marco (Lovelink)
Alfani (OZMAFIA!!) VS Makoto Niijima (Persona 5)
Haley (Stardew Valley) VS Azura (Fire Emblem Fates)
Zevran Arainai (Dragon Age Origins) VS Kai (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town)
Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club) VS The Red Prince (Divinity: Original Sin 2)
Lucio Morgasson (The Arcana) VS Cullen Rutherford (Dragon Age Inquisition)
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Long Way Home by connorsjorts (me!)
pairing: hankcon
rated: E
wordcount: 146,904
tags: alternate universe - canon divergence, cryptid hunters, supernatural elements, mutual pining, slow burn, banter, humor, fluff and angst, angst with a happy ending (for more tags, check the ao3 link)
summary:
Hank Anderson is a former police officer with a drinking problem, a car he hasn't cleaned out in three years, and a Quest.
He's looking for Bigfoot; instead he finds Connor.
Connor is a sarcastic piece of deviant shit. He also happens to be an incredibly advanced reconstructive tool who fell into Hank's lap for the price of a little electricity.
That's all.
And that's fine.
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This fic is not new by any means but I never posted it here and I figured I should because, you know. Twitter. This is the fucking-guy-to-friends-to-lovers, Hankcon-in-the-woods-looking-for-Bigfoot fic that somehow turned into my magnum opus and took me 2 years to write. I would be over the moon if anyone who hasn't read it yet wanted to give it a chance!
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More bullshit interview questions:
Explain how a compass works.
How would you explain leap years to a kindergarten class?
Do you think man ever really went to the moon? Explain your answer.
Describe the difference between real estate and personal property. How are they similar?
Why do banks charge a fee for check overdrafts? Is this fair?
Do you believe in life after death? Explain.
Is there any place in America that has never been explored by humans? Where?
Does it matter if the Jones Act is repealed? Explain your answer.
What would you do if you won the lottery? Why?
What are the three primary causes of WW2?
Do you believe in Bigfoot? Why or why not?
What percentage of the population in your state is in the military? How do you know?
What percentage of the population in your state works for the government? How do you know?
Should parole be eliminated? Explain your answer.
What direction do rivers usually flow? Why?
What's wrong with the way the government runs?
Do you think the U.S. government has ever been secretly controlled by a dictator? How could you prove it?
Describe a mistake you made and what you learned from it.
How many tools does a mechanic typically need to do his job?
What's the difference between a car and a truck? Explain your answer.
How do you determine whether to support a political candidate?
If the U.S. Census were conducted using only postal workers, how many people would be counted? Why?
Is it better to be loved or feared? Explain your answer.
Why do you think some states have higher rates of alcoholism than others?
Is our current banking system better or worse than it was 100 years ago? Explain your answer.
Can you think of a law that isn't enforceable?
Who is the most important person in America? Explain your answer.
What causes earthquakes?
What would happen if the government could print an unlimited amount of money?
Can an adult go through life without ever breaking the law? Why or why not?
Is it better to be born poor or to be born rich? Explain your answer.
At what age should someone be allowed to vote? Why?
What's the best part about the work you do?
If you won the lottery, would you continue working? Why or why not?
What candidate for public office are you most afraid of? Why?
Is there ever a time when it's OK to lie? Explain your answer.
Should a person's right to vote be based on education or income? Why?
If you won the lottery, would you continue working? Explain your answer.
If the world were to be destroyed in 30 minutes and there were only enough resources to save one of these three things, which would you choose? A: Art B: Computers C: Music
What would happen if we abolished the income tax?
Describe the best boss you ever had. What made that person so special?
Is there an age limit on the right to drive? Why or why not?
Do you believe in luck? Explain your answer.
What trait do you think is most important for a politician to have?
Describe a mistake you made and what you learned from it.
Is there such a thing as work-life balance?
Describe a project you've worked on that didn't turn out as planned.
What do you like and dislike about your current job?
What's the number one quality a person should have to be president of the United States?
What is your opinion on affirmative action?
What makes a good boss?
How would you explain leap years to a kindergarten class?
Does it matter if the Jones Act is repealed? Explain your answer.
Validate something that your interviewer says. Why?
Do you think man ever really went to the moon? Explain your answer.
Can an adult go through life without ever breaking the law? Why or why not?
Regardless of what you believe politically, what is your opinion on the death penalty?
Do you believe in Bigfoot? Why or why not?
Is there any place in America that has never been explored by humans? Where?
[ . . . ]
Describe something you did in high school that you would never do again.
(From Gawker)
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When your muse is a fickle mare who decides sleep is not an option, so instead we have fluffy jily and Wolfstar and little Harry!
James grabbed the book and raced Sirius up the stairs. First one there got to read with Harry for the night, a part of his bedtime routine they often betted on. Everyone wanted to read to a sleepy, snuggly Harry. The 3 year old was the light of all of their lives.
Racing up the stairs James sent a knockback jinx at Sirius who had to grab the bannister to stop himself falling down the stairs. “You arsehoe.” he shouted up at James who ran laughing into Harry's room.
Harry had been settled into bed by Lily who had disappeared into Remus and Sirius' room. “Mummy gone to Uncle Moony bud?” James asked softly.
“Uh huh daddy, Mummy said the moon was mean and his wolfy was mad, But i thought Padfoot stopped Uncle Moony’s wolf being a meany bum?” he asked, confused and worried.
“He does usually buddy, but Padfoot had to leave Uncle Moony for a little bit last night and the wolf was mean when he was on his own. But he will be ok. He’s always ok isn't he?” James asked with a smile.
Harry just smiled back, relieved that his Uncle Remus would be fine. He always was, and after the naughty wolf went away he was always quiet and cuddly. Harry lived with his daddy and Uncle Sirius but they were loud like Ron and his brothers all the time. Sometimes quiet, cuddles and books were better than outside.
He snuggled into his blankets that hid daddy covered him up and tucked him in. He grinned as Uncle Sirius almost fell through the door. “Alright HAr bear?” he asked, coming over to kiss him on the head. Harry just nodded and looked at his dad expectantly.
“What book do you want, Harry?” James asked, looking at the overflowing bookshelf in the corner of his room. “Moo, Meow, Howl.” Harry answered.
“You want the animal bool?Ok buddy.” he said, waving the book over to his perch next to Harry.
They sat, James and Sirius flanking Harry, Remus had hobbled out to say night, with Lily supporting him, they stood quietly watching the cute scene in front of them. Sirius was saying the wrong sounds for the animals making Harry’s adorable childish laughter fill the air.
“No, no, Bigfoot, the duckey goes quack, everyone knows that,” he said between giggles.
Sirius just laughed and raised his hands. “Ok then animal expert let's have a look. He said pulling the book from James hands and randomly flipping pages as he knew Harry had it memorised.
“Hmm… let's see, what does the chicken say?” he asked.
“Cluck cluck” replied Harry.
“Clever lad. What does the donkey say?” Sirius continued.
“Eye ore, eye ore” Harry said with a laugh.
“Well done, ok, what does the cat say?”
“Meow, meow. Like Whiskers.” Harry said, excited to make the connection.
“That's right mate, good job, ok, last one, what does the wolf say?” he asked, looking at the picture of wolves on the page.
Harry however, was looking at his Uncle Remus and without waiting a second said “for fucks sake Sirius.”
The adults went silent, Harry looked extremely proud of himself. Sirius looked at Remus, then at Lily and winced.
Remus refused to look at anyone, face bright red. 2Right, night Harry, love you, don't swear cariad.” he said as he hobbled away, with Lily following, lecturing him about swearing around her child, who did he think he was?
Sirius listened as Remus said he couldn't hear her, the transformation must have affected his hearing.
After hearing that James and Sirius couldn't keep it in anymore. They burst out laughing. With Harry giggling between them.
That was how Lily found then not even 1o minutes later, sprawled out in the bed, all three asleep. She couldn't help but sigh agt the life she had, even with dramatic dog, deer and wolf brained men in her life. And speaking of wolf brains, if he kept swearing around her child she was washing his mouth out with soap, she thought as she covered them with blankets and left the room with a soft smile at all 4 of her boys.
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A Sky Without Stars
It was late in the 21st century that humanity discovered magic.
Eight left.
It was found, quite accidentally, that a certain array of symbols, carved or drawn on a flat surface, could be used to work wonders and grant wishes.
Seven left now.
Wealth, food, superpowers, healing. You name it, and with the right knowledge, a bit of willpower, and a few minutes of your time, it was yours. The world changed overnight.
Only five now.
But nothing comes for free.
Scientists quickly noticed that stars were vanishing. As if they never existed. Poof. Gone in an instant.
Four.
Eventually they found that each wish burned out a single star in a certain radius from earth, starting with the dimmest from our view and going up. Multiply that by billions of wishes daily, and the sky became empty very quickly.
Of course, nobody stopped wishing. Greed ruled us all, even if there was a hefty cost to our wishes.
Tonight, there’s only three stars left. Now there's two.
As the nights grew darker, people started vanishing too. Supernatural things were what people blamed. Ghosts, vampires, Bigfoot, anything but themselves. The darker it got, the more people disappeared. Nobody knows what takes them. One second they’re there and the next they’re gone.
And then there was one. One lonely star left. I pity her. Last of her kind. All destroyed by us. Sad really. And pathetic.
I’m one of maybe ten people left in my city. The rest have all been taken. Bright light keeps us safe, so as long as we work during daylight, we should survive as a species.
I’ll probably close up this recording now. I just want a testament of what happened to be recorded. Maybe someone in a future generation will find this and know why they must hide from the darkness.
....
And there she goes. The last star, gone without a trace. Snuffed out for a single selfish desire...
...
At least there's a real pretty moon tonight. I suppose that will always light up the sky, even if Luna is all alone now.
Wait….
Where did it go? It was there just a second ago.
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Asking you about your werewolf headcanons *chin propped on hands, listening sparkly-eyed*
you got it, chiefs 🫡
So if you've heard me talk about werewolves before, you probably know that I'm a huge fan of the concept of it acting closer to a disease rather a curse, thereby it having a bit more of a realistic and grounding influence on the afflicted.
So, first off, the werewolf bite traditionally is what infects others with the curse. I like to interpret that a bit more literally. The saliva is obviously what carries the disease, therefore if you keep a bite wound from a werewolf clean and patched up then you should be peachy keen, just like any other injury that's potentially susceptible to infection. Except people in Ye Olden days were obviously far more vulnerable to that.
It's why, in the modern age, werewolves devolved into myth and story, something closer to a cryptid or bigfoot sighting than anything else. Werewolves just aren't nearly as common as they were a century ago. Except when they are.
The disease isn't hereditary, but if there happens to be a town with a higher population of people who do have the disease, naturally, there's going to be a lot more potential for accidents to happen. A domino effect over the course of decades. A small town settled hundreds of years ago with, perhaps, two werewolves in the mix, now has a hefty population of five, then ten, then thirty.
It becomes just... a little bit more acceptable when your second cousin is a werewolf. You're pretty sure that one banker is a werewolf. In your family Bible there's a very old and worn written prayer asking for an unspoken illness to be lifted.
It's taboo to talk about it too openly - newcomers tend to open their ears a bit more to the gossip of what they don't understand. But in hushed voices in a coffee shop with a friend or at the dinner table with your extended family at Thanksgiving. "It's alright - there's nothing to be done for it. Just keep your mouth shut, and don't go out at night when the moon's a bit too bright. You'll be fine."
To sum it up, there are basically entire communities that are in on it. Werewolf towns.
Anyway. People with the disease usually have a shortened lifespan. Sixty years is generally the average. The transformation is so intense and painful that roughly 75% of deaths from the afflicted is legitimately from a massive heart attack as a response to the sheer stress their body undergoes. Extreme anesthetic can help, but that's... not usually accessible to the average person, unless the afflicted happens to be from one of the aforementioned "werewolf towns". This is provided that the afflicted isn't simply killed by a hunter or what have you.
Now, the wolven form itself isn't just a wolf. It's not just a hairy man. I like the idea of it being a sweet middle of the two, a nice mesh. Some sort of 7-8 foot beast with a half-sized snout jutting out of its face and claws and fangs unnaturally long. I like werewolves that look like monsters. An appearance to give other people a reason to hunt them purely out of fear.
It's not just one night they're stuck like that, either. If it's a disease, then why would it be an exact science? The moon appears full for more than one night. Three days, maybe a bit more, maybe a bit less, the afflicted will be trapped in wolven form - slumbering in the day and hunting at night. Obviously, a werewolf hunter would want to catch one in the day purely because of how vulnerable it is at that point.
That's the brunt of what would be my favorable interpretation of a werewolf, or at least ideas I would love to see depicted in media. I detest when movies or books portray werewolves closer to the actual animal than anything else, with some sort of general pack behavior, or that typical - but honestly very weird imo - "alpha" hierarchy. I detest when the werewolf curse is depicted as a superpower, something cool, something edgy, that can be used at will or controlled.
I prefer it when it's treated like a disease, like a tragedy. Like how you'd hear about a loved one suffering from some kind of illness or addiction. Something that can't necessarily be fixed, only accommodated. I like werewolves that are monsters, and I like werewolves that are traumatic. I don't even know anything about werewolf folklore. I just like it when my monsters are actually monsters and how them being monsters affects their lives and the lives of other people that aren't monsters.
I realize this is all more or less worldbuilding, but it's all been stewing in my mind for a while. So thanks for letting me rant about werewolves.
#inbox#bleat it#sisterdragonwithfeathers#dragonsbloodsnowcone#werewolves#im normal i do and say normal people things like worldbuilding around a mythical creature because movies are bad at it
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The Unsealed Skies (3)
Warnings: Avengers spoilers, cursing, and mentions of infidelity.
“What the hell is he doing back here?” Sonny demanded, gesturing at Loki who was standing in Olivia’s office. “Is he back for another shot at destroying the planet?”
“Forget him,” Fin ordered gruffly. “I’m more worried about Ares.”
Sonny threw his hand up in the air, “I wish I could forget about the god that tried to take over our planet but it’s just not that easy.”
“(Name) is keeping him in check. Ares is the wildcard that has her worried.”
“Three years! Three years you’ve worked alongside me and you never told me that you’re an Asgardian!”
“That would defeat the purpose of me hiding, John.”
“You can make it up to me by telling me the truth about Bigfoot.”
“Bigfoot is not a yeti. He was a Frost Giant that stumbled into your world and the only reason that there was minimal damage was due to Loki’s quick thinking. He cast an illusion but it was less effective because too many people had already seen the giant. Luckily over time, the legend became distorted.”
“What about the Loch Ness monster?”
“She’s not one of ours. She belongs to a different pantheon of gods and the locals all adore her.”
“The Moon landing?”
“Not faked. Though mother wonders why humanity is spending so much time focusing on the Heavens when the planet constantly is teetering on the brink of chaos.”
“I thought you didn’t have any contact with your family because you were in hiding?” Sonny questioned with a disgusted look in Loki’s direction and crossing his arms.
“Mother was raised by witches. As such, she used her magic to visit me in my dreams because she knew that would not raise suspicion.”
“Why exactly did you leave your life behind?” Fin asked dubiously, “You had a life of luxury because you were an Asgardian princess.”
You sighed, “As the second born child of Frigga and Odin, I knew the expectations that were placed on me. From a young age, I was schooled in diplomacy, royal customs, etiquette, and politics for all of the Nine Realms. My education also included mastering different types of weaponry in a range of situations. When I was informed that I was to marry the Greek equivalent of my younger brother, Thor, I accepted it for I knew nothing else. Our engagement had almost become a marriage when I was treated to the sight of my fiancé with another goddess that belonged to the same pantheon he did. In the moment I caught them, my fiancé assured me that this would be a repeat occurrence and so, I apologised to the King and Queen of Olympus because I could not marry their son and I returned to Asgard. There I sought assistance from my mother and the gatekeeper, Heimdall.”
“She still is an Asgardian princess. By Asgardian law, the marriage is null and void however, I doubt that the Greek pantheon shares that law.” Loki remarked stiffly. He had been so quiet in his approach that none of you had noticed that he had left Liv’s office.
“Your time on the run was for nothing?” Fin demanded. “You’ll still have to marry Ares with the knowledge that he plans to cheat? So far, I’m not liking the Greeks.”
#my writing#my fics#law and order: svu#wonder woman 2017#norse goddess reader#sonny carisi#fin tutuola#loki friggasson#ares#ares x reader#the unsealed skies
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Finding Bigfoot (Sternclay)
Prompt for the 14th: The creator of/actor who portrayed a famous pop-culture monster and still seems a little too attached. This fill is NSFW
Don’t fuck this up
The refrain parades through Joseph’s head in a half-dozen voices as he psyches himself up in his car. A cabin looms over him, the driveway he’s sitting in a six hour drive from L.A. into the mountains. According to his odometer, the nearest other building is two miles away.
Don’t fuck this up
He checks his hair in the mirror, steps into the early fall sun and is immediately hit with the unexpected smell of sun-baked tomato vines. They flank him as he climbs the gently sloping walkway, accompanied by rows of trellised beans, regimented herbs, and one alarmingly large lemon tree.
Don’t fuck this up
The only tell that he’s in the right place is a small bigfoot statue peering out from behind a clump of jasmine. Joseph raises his fist and knocks twice, stepping back and straightening his tie. He almost wore his bigfoot one but, fearing that might be overkill, opted for the teal blue one with little Nessies on it.
When the door opens, his heart does its best to leave his chest, crawl up his throat, and deposit itself at the feet of the man before him.
Barclay Cobb is just as handsome in person, though he manages to seem even larger here than he does on a movie screen. His legs make even worn blue jeans look good, and the warm weather means Joseph is treated to bare arms sticking out from his grey t-shirt. The Crocs are a surprise, but then again celebrities do have their idiosyncrasies.
Joseph’s brain wrenches back the controls and he holds out his hand, “Mr.Cobb? I’m Joseph Stern, from Kepler Studios.”
“Kinda figured” the actor shakes his hand, “Ned sent me a picture of you ahead of time so I’d know who to open the door for.”
“Do you really get that much paparazzi out here?” Joseph wipes his feet on the mat and steps inside.
“It comes in waves. When one click-bait name runs dry, they cycle through to another and I’m still on that list. I try not to hold it against ‘em, since everybody’s gotta eat, but I really hate it when people take my picture without permission.”
“Completely understandable.”
Barclay doesn’t move from the entryway, his bulk making all six feet of Joseph feel small. The awkwardness curls around them, and as Joseph quickly weighs his options for diffusing it, the actor sighs and crosses his arms.
“Look, Joseph. I know why you’re here, and we both know it isn’t just this temp P.A nonsense the studio fed me. Yeah, you’re here to make sure I’m not rusty after three years away from shoot schedules and tour circuits and all that shit. You’re here to make sure the cash cow doesn’t wander off. But you’re also here to try and convince me to sign a three movie Bigfoot contract instead of the one I agreed to.”
“I can assure you I’m only here to help you.”
Barclay raises his eyebrows, “I wasn’t born yesterday, kid. Plus I had Ned get a little sneak peek of the scrapped first draft of the contract.”
“That’s not entirely–I’m sorry, what did you call me?”
“Kid. You’re what, twenty-five?”
“Thirty one. Which hardly makes me a kid to someone thirty-six.” He takes advantage of Barclay being wrong-footed to see if honesty smooths things over, “But you’re right, the studio does want that three movie contract, and if I can convince you to take it they’ll be over the moon. I also wasn’t lying when I said I’m here to help you; I care less about their earnings than I do your comfort with coming back into the spotlight.”
Barclay looks at him for five, eternal seconds. Then he sighs and moves his hands to his pockets, “I’m gonna hold you to that. Come on, lemme show you your room.”
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“You’ll have a month to get him ready before ‘Fortean, Inc” comes out. I don’t know why he was so insistent he come back in something other than horror, or why Cold lobbied for him to be on the cast with him.” Hayes paces behind his desk.
“The comics are pretty horror adjacent.” Joseph looks down at his to-do list for this assignment.
“No ones gonna fucking see it, it’s not a Marvel or D.C product so who gives a fuck. Point is, get him through that, and the press tour, and the prep for ‘Bigfoot’s Revenge.’ Make sure he doesn’t, I don’t know, fuck off even further into the woods or hop a plane to Korea or something.”
He bites back that maybe a Korean (or, in this case Korean-American) filmmaker could write a script that would make Barclay Cobb reprise his career making, genre defining role for more than one movie.
“And” Hayes lowers his voice, “if all else fails, I want you to find whatever hard drive or hotel napkin his VFX make-up routine lives on. If he won’t keep giving us Bigfoot, we’ll make another one without him. And listen carefully, Stern: if you can’t me that, or get him to come over to that three film contract before Fortean starts shooting, you can kiss your directorial debut goodbye.”
All that training and his stomach still curdles at the thought of such petty espionage.
“Understood, sir.”
He sets down the last of his luggage and heads downstairs to see if Barclay needs anything from him tonight or if he should focus on unpacking. There’s clinks from the east side of the house and he follows them. Stepping into a room with massive flat-screen T.V makes him pause; the walls are covered in posters for the different Bigfoot movies.
As he’s puzzling over the one one in Italian with Bigfoot hoisting a motorcycle over his head, Barclay steps through the opposite door, wiping his hands on a towel before throwing it over his shoulder.
“Bigfoot Country.”
“Really? I know posters are supposed to be eye-catching but there aren’t any…no, wait, there are motorcycles. At the roadhouse in the opening scene. But you never touch them.”
“Good memory there. You seen all of them?”
“Every one, many times.” He smiles as Barclay studies the poster beside him.
“Got a favorite?”
“Night of a Thousand Teeth”
Barclay chuckles, “Okay, what’s your real answer.”
“That’s it. I mean, I have a soft spot for the original Bigfoot because it was on T.V so much when I was in college. But that one is the one I watch if given the choice.”
“You, Mr. Put-together pretty boy, like the one that’s as close to grindhouse as they’d let us get away with?”
“You're phenomenal in it, the homages are spot-on,” he turns, “and I can handle a little gore. Then again, it did come right after Terror on the Mountain which was-” he stops himself before he insults his host.
“-Utter crap? Yeah, tell me about it.” Barclay shakes his head, “fuckin’ director didn’t understand how to treat the character and it showed.”
“I wrote a script treatment for it in college. Got an A.” He winks.
“Glad someone got something out of it.” Barclay scratches the back of his neck, “uh, do you wanna join me for dinner? I was gonna do pizza.”
“I’d love that.” Joseph follows him into the next room, which turns out to be the kitchen, “who delivers out here?”
“Pizza Hut if you tip extra. Which is why” he produces a plastic container of dough, “I prefer to make my own. Perk of being rich is you can have a pizza oven on your deck.”
Joseph contemplates how much hotter Barclay can become before the whole hillside goes up in smoke as he dutifully carries the ingredients Barclay points to into the cooling air. By the time dinner is ready, he’s learned that Barclay makes his own mozzarella, infuses his own olive oil, and has better manners than ninety-nine percent of the guys Joseph’s dated.
“You want a drink? I’ve got some pale ale that goes great with this.”
“No, thank you. I, um, I don’t drink.”
He sees the question arrive in Barclay’s face and then be brushed away by a smile, “I’ve also got Topo Chico and if you’re in a, uh, experimental mood, some flavor syrups I made myself. The rosemary blood orange is hella good.”
“That sounds incredible.”
Joseph spends the evening basking in the presence of one of the men he admires most in the world. And he falls asleep under the same eyes, watching him placidly from the lobby card over his bed.
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“What drew you to Fortean, Inc?” Joseph reads off of the list of possible interview questions in his notebook. They’re taking their usual mid-morning walk around the edge of Barclay’s property, the dry grass only broken by the small creek running near the south end.
“I’m a huge fan of the comics. Except the weird 1984 one but I probably shouldn’t say that in an interview.”
“Not everyone is ready for the truth. Though the one with lots of Threepenny Opera references wasn’t great either.”
“I liked the first half.”
“That’s because you’re more into romance than you let on.” Joseph learned this after asking Barclay why he had an entire two shelves of rom-coms in his DVD collection. The blush accompanying the confession was painfully endearing.
Barclay nudges him with his elbow as they round the last bend towards the house. The actor is technically using this as a warm-up for his increasingly intense work-outs. In spite of the fact his character, Dr. Janus, is fully clothed in the source material, they want several scenes of him shirtless. Barclays agreed to get a little more in shape (not that he seems to be out of it, if the way he swings the fake, weighted axe he uses for his workouts is any indication) but refused to cut weight.
“I was actually up for Drax, but I wouldn’t shave and I wouldn’t starve myself. So I feel slightly less bad about edging Dave out for Dr. Janus.” Barclay looks up from his tray of sushi, “Still sent him a gift basket though.”
Joseph is glad they’ve started their interview practice so early; Barclay seems genuinely nervous about that part of his comeback. In the two weeks he’s been here, Joseph has also taken to helping him practice his lines. That means he spends from lunch until dinner most days at the kitchen table with Barclay glancing at him from over his reading glasses.
“One more before we head in?” The actor starts up the slight slope to the back porch.
He taps his finger against his notes, then closes the book, “It’s funny. When I arranged this all with Ned, I joked that most actors fight to get a contract extended. If you don’t want to do the character anymore, why not pass the torch? I’m not the only Bigfoot nerd out there, and one of them has to be up to par as an actor.”
It’s the first time since his arrival that Barclay’s looked annoyed with him. Then the edges of the expression dull.
“It’s not that easy, pretty boy. Before Bigfoot came out, there’d been a few other movies with him in them and they were all ones where you could’ve swapped Bigfoot out for any other monster and nothing would have been lost. I made him into a character, he made me a star. But more and more directors and producers wanted him to become that same mindless, stomping, replaceable beast. I don’t trust them not to railroad some younger actor into doing just that. Plus, it’s not always easy for me to get roles; if Fortean Inc bombs I may as well kiss any new ones goodbye for at least two years. In which case being able to make more Bigfoot movies is a godsend.”
“That makes perfect sense.” Joseph takes a step and joins him on the slope.
“There’s more than that, too. It’s hard to explain to someone looking in, but some roles you can’t ever really separate from. I can’t let someone else play Bigfoot because I’m Bigfoot. I always will be.”
Joseph has never wished for something as intensely as he wishes his bosses at the studio would listen to him when he says things they don’t want to hear. Because if they did, he could tell them what Barclay said, tell them to ease up or get new or better scripts for Bigfoot movies and let Barclay come to them in his own time. Instead, this feels like yet one more show of trust he’ll have to betray.
Barclay is staying so still he seems to blend into their surroundings, as if hiding from his follow-up questions. And he has so many, including “but what if someone who loved Bigfoot had a Bigfoot script he’d do anything to get made. Would you help him make it the kind of movie you’d be in?”
“I guess we know what your memoir title is. ‘I am Bigfoot’ has a great ring to it.”
It takes him a moment to parse the look on Barclay’s face: it’s relief.
“It really does. C’mon, pretty boy, let’s head in” he sniffs the air, “storms coming.”
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It’s hopeless.
Barclay’s entire plan was to tolerate Joseph for a week or so and then get Ned to find a loophole to get the guy out of his house. Now he’s padding around their kitchen (no, Barclay’s kitchen) making some late night snacks for Barclay and himself. And all Barclay wants to barricade the doors, propose to him, or compel the storm to keep the roads washed out forever.
God, if Dani knew he was letting Joseph make him a snack and a cup of cocoa, he’d never hear the end of it. She and all his other friends would demand to meet Joseph then and there.
Since the storm is coming down and sending the entirety of southern California hydroplaning, they’re staying put in his nice, cozy den. This morning there was more prepping for interviews and going over his shooting schedule while on a call with Ned.
“I never know how to answer that question. I know it looks like I lost my fucking mind and left a career people would kill for to take a three year break in the woods.”
“I agree with Ned that the more vague you go, the better. And just be a broken record if people won’t drop it.” Joseph taps away at his keyboard, entering notes into his color-coded system before shutting the laptop.
His coffee’s cold. As he stands to re-fill it, thunder shakes the house. Then there’s nothing but the inquisitive silence he’s come to associate with Joseph.
“I just…how do you say you were so stressed you wanted to peel your skin off? That for all that the studios put out fucking PSAs with the fucking CDC or whoever about the importance of mental health, when they notice you cracking they double down on the pressure. And then everyone’s shocked that your only option if you wanna stay in one piece is to quit for awhile.”
Joseph traces a nail around the UFO sticker on his laptop, “They really are. They’d do anything for you if you’re the top of your class, except take you seriously when you say the stress is getting to you.”
He knows Joseph dropped out of FBI training before coming out to Hollywood. He didn’t know why until now.
Barclay sets his mug down, rests a hand on Joseph’s shoulder, “Guess we’ll have to have each other’s backs.”
Joseph doesn’t say a word. Just tentatively reaches a hand up and rests it atop Barclay’s for one, glorious second.
“Hey, they put Fire Walk With Me back on Netflix. Seems like a good fit for this” Joseph points the remote at the rain-battered window.
“Works for me. But if it gives me nightmares, I reserve the right to hide in your bed.”
Joseph settles down with only a cursory gap between them, “ Deal.”
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There’s only six days before Fortean, Inc starts shooting. Six days before everything he worked for is tossed in the garbage because the studio can’t be patient. Which is why he’s in Barclay’s office, feeling lower than a worm in the dirt as he searches for his VFX secrets.
He knows why the studio wants them; any time someone makes a yeti or skunk ape movie, their creature design is lightyears worse than whatever Barclay perfected for Bigfoot. Which leads to unfavorable comparisons and poor box office numbers, which would only get worse if it was both bad make-up and a new actor playing Bigfoot.
Barclay won’t be home until dinner; he’s doing a small event with Hornet Games, and indie company he voiced Bigfoot for in a game.
“I offered to get voice acting lessons but they said it was fine since all I had to do was-” he cuts off into a low, rumbling growl. Joseph laughs to hide all the ways that sound makes him want to fall into bed while Barclay rips off his clothes.
It’s raining again, the promise of a much needed, wet winter dampened (ha) by the threat of mudslides. He makes a pact with himself that once he finds what he’s looking for, he’ll go down and start a crockpot of something to warm Barclay up when he gets home. Maybe mom's chili, he can scandalize his friend by putting Velveeta on it.
Finally, in a box within a locked box that takes him three tries to guess the combination of reveals a battered notebook with noticeable smudges. Barclay’s handwriting lines the pages, and Joseph turns to a check-list.
-make fake shoe molds so people think I’m wearing them
-Check with Indrid about secret underwear
-Practice blunting claws in a hurry
-Try new fur shampoo.
He frowns, turning to the next page. If the costume was complicated, surely Barclay much have more detailed directions. Unless…
The light above him goes out.
“Shit” probably a power failure, there’s so many trees one was bound to take out a line.
“You have ten seconds to explain what the fuck you’re doing.” Barclay’s figure blocks the doorway.
With the book in his hand, there’s nothing for it but the truth, “I was looking for how you did your Bigfoot make-up. I’m sorry, I had to, it was part of my assignment.”
“You had to? Fuck that, you wanted to so you could get whatever little promotion or pay boost Hayes is dangling in front of you.”
“You’re not the only one who’s sacrificed for your work out here!” Joseph snaps, setting the book down on the desk, “and you win anyway. I couldn’t find the information, even in that. It just made it sound like…nevermind.”
Barclay plants his feet, “Like what?”
“Like it wasn’t your human body you were having to conceal.” Joseph murmurs, afraid saying it louder will make Barclay think he’s both a traitor and he’s lost his mind.
That same growl from before fills the room, mingling with what he knows is Barclay’s laugh, “You really are something, pretty boy.”
Barclay slips a bracelet from his wrist and reality contorts and cracks for a nanosecond. Then Bigfoot fills the doorway, growling with a sharp toothed grin.
“What am I gonna do with you, Joseph?”
Creaking floorboards wake him from his shock. He darts under Barclay’s arm as it reaches for him, takes off up the stairs and down the hall, slamming and locking the door of his room while his brain throws sparks from how hard its gears are grinding.
A claw taps on the door. He looks frantically around the room. And then he laughs.
“Uh, you okay there?” Barclay’s voice is just a hint deeper like this.
“All those years watching horror movies and I still ran upstairs into a dead end instead of out towards the car.”
“Do you think I’m gonna kill you?” The horror in his voice sounds genuine. He’s also a professional actor. Joseph is staying in the middle of the room with the bed between him and the door.
“I, I’m not sure, and I wanted a physical barrier between us before I tried to figure it out.”
“I’m not gonna hurt you, Joseph. It might be the thing I want to do least in the world.”
“And I’m supposed to believe you’re okay with me just walking around knowing the truth? After I already betrayed your trust?”
A soft, familiar chuckle, “You really think anyone would believe it if you told them? Any attempt to prove it would just make you look out of your mind and probably make the studio money from the publicity.”
“Then why show me?”
There’s no reply. He steps closer and closer, until he’s at the door.
“I wanted to scare you because you did go through my fucking stuff. But I…some part of me has wanted to tell you for a while. Something about you, the way it feels being with you, I thought maybe you were someone I could let that close.”
There’s real hurt in Barclay’s voice. Joseph digs his nails into his palms, keeps them there until he’s able to respond with a steady tone.
“I’m a director. Or I want to be. When I left the FBI the only thing that brought me any kind of joy was movies. Often your movies. So I learned how to make my own, I networked, I pitched, I did everything right. I got in at Kepler as a script doctor. And every time I pitched to direct I was shot down; a trans guy can’t make a normal romance, if we wanted an Asian director we’d hire Ang Lee-”
“Jesus.”
“The point is, if I was able to get you to sign the three movie deal or get that make-up, Hayes would greenlight my movie, the one I worked the hardest on. It’d be the third in the series.”
A shift of wood, probably Barclay leaning on the door frame, “What’s it about.”
“It’s a horror/romance mash-up. With Bigfoot as the romantic lead. I even convinced them to let you have full sentences, not just the odd word like they did in Bigfoot Lake. I mean, who cares if it’s not technically canon, horror franchises care less about canon than fanfiction does, and we’d just need a line or two-”
Another laugh, “Open the door you absolute nerd.”
Joseph obeys, stepping back so Barclay can join him. In the grey light, his fur is the same auburn as his beard, the hue subtler in person than on screen.
One, large hand reaches out and he forces himself not to flinch as it touches his cheek. This is still Barclay. Barclay said he’d never hurt him.
“Why didn’t you tell me what was riding on this for you?” The pads of his fingers are rougher in this form, but Joseph leans into the touch all the same.
“Because the goal of some nobody can’t matter more than your comfort and your massive career.”
“You aren’t some nobody” the other hand rests on his other cheek, “you’re Joseph. My friend.” He slides his hands down to Joseph’s shoulders, pulling him into a hug, “I’ll think about the three, okay?”
“Thank you. And I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted, pretty boy.” Barclay snuffles his hair, “fuck you smell good. Favorite smell in the world.”
He blushes, “Should I add that into the script? That the heroes aftershave or something is attractive to bigfoot?”
Barclay releases him from the hug, though he keeps his hands on his arms as he says, “You really think I’ve got the makings of a romantic lead like this?”
“Absolutely.”
“Even the fur?”
Joseph takes his hand, holding his arm up so he can rub his cheek along it. It’s softer than expected, and ends all too soon at the edge of Barclay’s sleeve. Joseph has a half-dozen questions about how his clothing adjusts with his form, but they’re drowned out by a low, rumbling purr.
“Even the fur.” He kisses the inside of Barclay’s arm.
“What about these?” Barclay runs the claws of his left hand across Joseph’s chest, backing him up in the process.
“Gorgeous. And I’m not attached to this shirt.”
A soft huff as one clawtip slices off his top button, “And the fangs?”
Were it anyone but Barclay, he wouldn’t have the courage to say, “This isn’t the first time they’ve turned me on.”
Barclay snarls and then said fangs are on his neck, biting and sucking while he grabs Barclay’s shirt to keep from hitting the floor. When the teeth release his skin, Barclay drags his tongue up his throat and kisses along his jaw.
“C’mon, pretty boy, ” He scoops Joseph up and throws him over his shoulder.
“Ohjesus, wait, my bed is right there.”
“I know” claws dig into his ass through his jeans, “but my room has some stuff in it I’ve been dying to use on you.” In a few, diagonal strides, Barclay opens his own door, “you want me to make a mess of you, babe?”
“God, yes.”
“Good, because I’m gonna either way.” Barclay drops him onto the bed, then pauses, “was that an okay thing to say? I’m, I haven’t” he takes a deep breath, looking so vulnerable that Joseph reaches out and takes his hand, “I haven’t been with anyone in this form in years. And all I want to do is claw and mark and take and, and if you’re into that I will but I, I don’t…”
“You’re sweet, big guy.” The pet name slips out, making Barclay smile beautifully, “I’m into all that, too. I want to be yours.”
“Then stay on your and close your eyes like a good little human.”
Joseph moans and complies, tracking Barclay’s steps around the room. The bed groans as the cryptid joins him and he shifts sideways, desperate to be close to him.
“Open your mouth.”
The moment he does, a silicone ring slides into place, forcing his mouth into a wide “O.”
“Much as I like talking with you” Barclay undoes his own pants and pulls them free, “your mouth is for something else right now.”
The purpose of the ring becomes clear the instant Barclay raises on his knees; his cock isn’t any longer than average, but it’s thicker than any Joseph’s ever seen. With the gag in place, he’ll have no choice but to take all of it at whatever pace Barclay wants.
His cock aches and he rubs his thighs together, trying for a little relief. Barclay just laughs and pets his hair as he straddles his neck, “I know babe, I can smell how turned on you are. I’ll fuck you nice and hard. Once” he grabs his hair, forcing his head slightly up, “I’m lubed up.”
He’s moaning the instant Barclay’s cock slides across his tongue. It bumps the back of his throat and he feels Barclay hesitate.
“I’m not gonna fuck your throat tonight. Your mouth is, fuck, more than enough. I need to stop, snap twice. Any other scratching or shit like that, I’m gonna take as a sign to keep going.”
Joseph offers an “mmhhp” to show he understands. He sees Barclay brace a hand on the wall, and then his vision doesn’t do him much good, the force of the thrusts making it hard to focus on anything but Barclay in his mouth, of the at once alien and completely familiar scent in his nose. Barclay is growling and grunting, and Joseph wishes he could show him how great he is at blow jobs. Then again, the way he’s moving his hips suggests he’s loving it all the same.
His lips are already getting sore, and Barclay’s cock gets shinier with every thrust.
“Fuck, babe, you were fucking made for this, fucking love you mouth” there’s a scratch on the wall, “fuck it, I can get it up again fast.”
Joseph gasps and grabs Barclay’s thighs as he fucks his mouth faster, hitting the back often enough that he gags once or twice. He tightens his grip and Barclay growls. Curious, he lets his instincts take control, whacks and scrabbles at the body keeping him in place.
“Aww, cute little human bite off more than he can chew? Too fucking bad. I’m gonna cum all down that sweet throat and you’re gonna be a good mate and swallow it, or I’ll cum on you over and over until you fucking remember who’s in chargefuck” He cums and Joseph struggles to swallow and breath at the same time. Barclay helps him by pulling out before he’s done, cumming on his face as he moans and bucks his hips.
A claw traces along his messy cheek, “I was gonna take the ring out right away. But I think it’s gonna be more fun to see how cute you sound gagged for the next part.
“Mmm? MPHOH, oh’od.” He grabs the blankets as Barclay rips open his shirt and bites his way down his chest, laughing as Joseph’s cries go from surprised to muffled pleas to fuck him.
“I’m getting there babe.” He sits off, locks eyes with Joseph, and rips his pants to shred. He swoons, melting into the bed. Barclay looks at him tenderly and removes the gag.
“Still good?”
“Amazing. Now for the love of god: fuck. Me.”
Barclay rests his back against the wall and manhandles Joseph into his lap. He’s so turned on he sinks halfway down his cock with ease, but as he tries to adjust and brace his hands on Barclay’s legs, the cryptid grabs his arms and traps them behind his back.
“You don’t control the pace tonight, pretty boy, and you don’t control how much of me you take.” One hand easily controls both Joseph’s wrists, “so if I want you to take all of it-”
“AHGOD, fuck” Joseph tips his head back as Barclay forces him the rest of the way down, “yes, fuck, Barclay please, please-”
“Don’t worry babe, I’ll take care of everything.” He bucks his hips up and down as if Joseph weighs nothing, moves his free hand to his dick, “look so good like this, like I found you in a tent and had my way with you all night. No one to hear your screams and moans but, but me, and no one looking for you for days. Who knows how long I’d keep you?”
“Fuck” he twists his arms as his orgasm rises through him, “that’s it big guy, yes, I’m yours.”
“Good” Barclay lunges forward, biting his unmarked shoulder, and he cums, bearing down on the cock inside him and wondering at the fact it fits.
There’s a howlgrowlpurr and then Barclay is cumming too, pulsing into him and panting against his sweat-soaked skin. Gingerly, he eases Joseph off his cock and cuddles him against his chest.
“I, I know it was dirty talk, but I think by now it’s pretty clear I’m happy to stay in the woods with you indefinitely.” Joseph murmurs.
“It’ll be my work apartment in L.A soon. Not quite as idyllic.”
Joseph shifts just enough to kiss him, the fur tickling his skin in the way he hopes his beard will, too.
“You’ll be there. That’s more than enough for me.”
#sternclay#agent stern/barclay#trans agent stern#hollywood AU#Movie star AU#terato#monster boyfriend
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Could you do a fanfic about Bigfoot and Wakan Tanka∞ I'm sorry, I just need more.
Hi. Thanks for requesting! Maybe when I have time I will do a longer fanfic of them, maybe with a happier ending. But for now, please enjoy this very short bittersweet fic. Recommended to be read while listening to Mrs. GREEN APPLE's "Tenbyou no Uta" for full effect.
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This summer night was cruel.
Out of all people he had to encounter, it just had to be Wakan Tanka—or more precisely, Wakan Mugen, as he used to be registered in the App. And amidst this heat, which the nearby beach could not even alleviate.
Bigfoot could only smile just like how he always did. He was a cryptid. He could be anyone and no one would ever know his true self. “How are you, Wakan Tanka?”
Wakan Mugen smiled slightly. It used to be a bitter smile that Bigfoot had desired to change, but now Wakan Mugen wore it proudly. “Bigfoot. My retainer. I hope you are well.”
“I am. You live around here?”
“No. I’m staying with my brother and Ryuuhei at AndvaResort for three nights. How about you?”
His words stung badly. Ryuuhei, previously the Trophy of the Game and now a free man. A free man who found a safe haven in Wakan Tanka, who was now split into two separate beings: “Wakan Tanka”, the jolly American football player, and “Wakan Mugen”, the original identity.
“I am. Staying at the resort, too. Tonight,” An ugly silence permeated the air. “I should go back.”
“Then we are going in the same direction,” Wakan Mugen’s signature smile crept onto his face again, hurting Bigfoot more. “Please walk with me.”
The beach was empty and lonely. The only ones accompanying Bigfoot and Wakan Mugen were the starry sky and the moon.
Bigfoot could not contain his heart anymore. For once, he wanted to break his own facade and revealed his true self to the god he served. He faced Wakan Mugen and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss.
He could feel Wakan Mugen looking at him with pity. He did not care anymore. At this point, pity was already a privilege. The taste of his master reminded him so much of the days in the Great Spirit. Perhaps he experienced such a strong reaction because it would be the last time he ever taste it.
Then, he could feel Wakan Mugen’s hand holding the back of his head and pushing their lips deeper against each other. Bigfoot was caught off-guard that he grunted. Was this Wakan Mugen’s true feelings for him? Or was this just an act of grace before everything between them ended?
When they pulled away, Bigfoot was short on breath. For a moment, he wanted to keep this moment alive forever.
Then, as cruel and beautiful as possible, the world woke him up to reality through Wakan Mugen’s surprisingly gentle words and gaze.
“Thank you for loving me that way. I love you just as I love everyone. But I’ve given my heart only for Ryuuhei.”
It was just as Bigfoot expected. There was no hope for him and Wakan Mugen to be together. It was far too late. All of this was an act of mercy, just like what Wakan Tanka had done to him.
It was insulting. It was unfair. Yet, Bigfoot found comfort in that. It was a better ending.
“You give me a taste. Of what could have been. Thank you for this. I will. Treasure it. Forever.”
As Bigfoot wrapped his arms around Wakan Mugen and was comforted in his embrace, he closed his eyes and cast a spell on himself. The incantation kept ringing in his mind as Wakan Mugen’s gentle caress and heartbeat lulled him.
Let this be a dream. Let this be a dream. Let me stay in this dream. Endlessly. Without end.
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Okay so a scenario I just thought of. It's October 31st, and Halloween has been established as the Holiday we know it as today. Pitch is back and scaring the kids. How would the Guardians react to The kids admitting they asked Pitch to scare them because they WANTED to be scared because it's FUN to be scared on Halloween?
(Yes this is totally based off of Nightmare Moon in that My Lttle Pony: Friendship is Magic Halloween aka Nightmare Night episode)
Oooh okay this is a fun scenario. I’ll admit that based on the experiences the kids have had, they likely wouldn’t try something like this until they’re teens.
It’s Monty’s idea, which surprises everyone. But hey, he’s the same kid that dragged Jamie out of bed to hunt Bigfoot, so it seems pretty reasonable to him. Unsurprisingly, Caleb is on board right away, but the others take some convincing. Jamie’s the one who decides that if they’re going to ask Pitch to scare them, they need a plan. They need rules.
The deal is as follows. Pitch will be allowed to scare them in any form, so long as he does not cause serious harm to any of them (serious harm being described as anything he or his creations deliberately cause. Scraped knees from falling so not count). Pippa, who by this point is interested in law, outlines a timeframe. Pitch has until an hour before sunset to three o’clock AM to do his worst, but he has to retreat after that. In return, the Burgess Believers swear to try and get other teens involved, and maybe spread a few ghost stories around school that Pitch can build off of. (Jamie and Cupcake wanted to offer a bunch of living spiders as well, in case Pitch liked that kind of stuff, but they were outvoted).
The Guardians almost don’t find out about it. But, well, Burgess is Jack’s home turf, and he notices the extra ghost stories— and Pitch’s increased presence. Pitch, still miffed that Jack refused his offer to be family, smugly tells him everything. Despite being kind of upset that the believers went to Pitch for fear rather than him for fun, Jack is honestly okay with it and doesn’t actually tell the others. None of them have been involved much with the kids (except Bunny, who’s still very fond of Sophie), so he doesn’t see the point.
(Sandy knew the whole time what was going on and found it very funny.)
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Interview with a Bigfoot Hunter
To get more perspective on the Bigfoot phenomenon, we showed up at the East Coast Bigfoot Convention to meet Bob Chance.
Weird: What got you into the Bigfoot thing in the first place?
Bob Chance: As a young man, a friend and I were trying to get a canoe out from under a waterfall when all these rocks started coming down on us. I became curious. Was it a hermit up there, or a big buck deer, or something else? Well, right around that time, a farmer found these giant footprints in the snow, next to some hog carcasses he had left out. We put it together that both these incidents were because of this Appalachian ape. He was feeding at the hog carcasses and was trying to protect his habitat and his food by intimidating intruders.
Weird: Did you take a cast of that footprint?
Bob Chance: Well, no. I didn’t know how to do that in the snow. This three-toed cast I made is from another incident fifteen years later, about ‘78 or ‘79.
Weird: Between the first sighting and 1978, were you actively soliciting information about sightings and following up on them?
Bob Chance: Yes, but as a young father and breadwinner, it was a part-time hobby. I went on teaching, and gradually became known as this crazy science teacher that believes that the skunk ape was real.
In 1975, ‘76, and ‘77, I was the mayor of my town, and I tried to get a bill passed to protect this thing. Nobody would vote for it until I could prove there was something to protect. So I kept on collecting information for another thirty years.
Weird: You’ve spent a lot of time with other Bigfoot people examining evidence and theorizing. What can you tell us about this creature and its habits?
Bob Chance: It is rare, two-legged mammal that’s found in pockets of North America, along river valleys. It’s always someplace where he can get wet, hide, not leave tracks, have some food, and just keep motoring. There are certain environmental barometers for these creatures. The first of them is the presence of mountain laurel, a second one is springheads, and a third is flesh spawning and berry production.
If I’m a Sasquatch, I’m going to work the ridge, know where those back hollows are where I’m not gonna get shot or discovered, and I’m gonna keep moving, ten, fifteen, twenty miles a day, and I’m gonna know where my landfills are.
This boy hits landfills a lot. He’s an omnivore. He’s traveling through America, eating like a bear, using the full moons, using the new moons, knowing when he’d better lie low. Surely it’s got instincts much above us Homo sapiens. He’s basically nocturnal. He often smells pretty bad, but the odor is not 100 percent of the time. He only smells when he needs to, like a skunk.
Weird: Your three-toed cast didn’t sit well with the West Coast Bigfoot hunters, did it?
Bob Chance: I think there are two subspecies, three-toed and five-toed, and I’ve gotten a lot of grief for this. Nobody gave the East Coast much credibility twenty years, and we still don’t have much among some of the old-timers. There are some frontier snobbery. To them this is practically Europe. “Maryland . . . huh! All they have there is crabs and asphalt.”
Weird: Do you think that many people have tried to hoax you?
Bob Chance: I don’t know . . . as a scientist I’m quite skeptical about some things. When people come to me with a story, I look at their eyes. If they’re fidgeting or don’t stay with me at the eyes, at the back of my mind I’m thinking, Why are they bothering to tell me these things? Do they just want their news in the newspaper?
I get scared when people see Sasquatch every couple months . . . even more than twice in a decade. With too many sightings, it just doesn’t feel right. Every time there’s a new horror movie, there’s a new sighting. I hate that.
Weird: There’s notoriously little physical evidence of Bigfoot. How much of that evidence is suspect?
Bob Chance: We gotta use any tool we have. I’ve got hair snagged from a fence he was going over. I’ve had it come back from testing as bovine, as primate, as “problematic.” There’s a lot of problematic hair out there. I’ve got dung. I’ve got fish scales and fur in it, but it’s inconclusive.
I don’t think hair is enough. I don’t think a really good photograph is enough. But I think the Patterson film is the real deal. I know he was supposed to be connected to the circus industry. But, how . . . where’s the zipper? I couldn’t see one.
Weird: You’ve been at this for forty years. That’s a long time. What has kept you involved in this for all that time?
Bob Chance: Everybody wants to be first. The first carcass gets all the marbles. I don’t want a carcass. I want a live specimen for temporary capture and then let him go.
I’ve taught him school environmental science for thirty-five years. This thing is not a textbook yet. It doesn’t deserve to be. We’re looking to come up with a whole theory and put it in a textbook. We can’t do that yet. Then, collectively, we have to make sure this thing doesn’t get extinct.
We need to protect it, like the ivory-billed woodpecker or the manatee. This is a piece of us. This may be really a piece of us in that anthropology tree.
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Updated Round 1 bracket featuring the new 1.5 matches.
Group 1 (Matches 1-16)
Sam Wayne (Scarlet Hollow) VS Penny (Stardew Valley)
Joy Johnson-Johjima (Monster Prom) VS Vladamir (Moonlight Lovers)
P.S. Elle (Romancelvania) VS Saint Germain (Code: Realize)
Bram Galeborn (Tales of the Wild) VS Jumin Han (Mystic Messenger)
Edgar Morton (To Love & Protect) VS Zen (Mystic Messenger)
Maison Talo (House Hunted) VS Sam (Stardew Valley)
Akihiko Sanada (Persona 3 Portable) VS Sam Dalton (Choices - The Nanny Affair)
Ota Kisaki (Kissed by the Baddest Bidder) VS Casavir (Neverwinter Nights 2)
Isabela (Dragon Age 2) VS Shuu Iwamine (Hatoful Boyfriend)
Liam de Lioncourt (Monster Prom) VS Sunder (Boyfriend Dungeon)
Cassandra Pentaghast (Dragon Age Inquisition) VS Curie (Fallout 4)
Cliff (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS Sylvain Jose Gautier (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)
Barbatos (Obey Me) VS Solas (Dragon Age Inquisition)
Group 2 (Matches 17-32)
Adam/Ava du Mortain (Wayhaven Chronicles) VS Drake Walker (Choices - The Royal Romance)
Taro Majima (Tokimeki Memorial Girl’s Side 2nd Season) VS Vace (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)
Yoosung Kim (Mystic Messenger) VS Siren Head (Siren Head Dating Sim)
Rick (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS V (Mystic Messenger)
Bigfoot (Dialtown) VS Damien Ramsey (Magical Diary)
Merrill (Dragon Age 2) VS Landon (High School Dreams Best Friends Forever)
Vyn Richter (Tears of Themis) VS Sumire Yoshizawa (Persona 5 Royal)
Sebastian (Stardew Valley) VS Triss Merigold (Witcher 3)
Rock (Story of Seasons: A Wonderful Life) VS Morrigan (Dragon Age Origins)
Gray (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS Calculester Hewlett-Packard (Monster Prom)
Kevan (Long Live the Queen) VS Camellia (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous)
Ace (Heart no Kuni no Alice) VS Rhea (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)
Group 3 (Matches 33-48)
Ilessa (Romancelvania) VS Dolce (Rune Factory 4)
Sothis (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) VS Laito Sakamaki (Diabolik Lovers)
Cameron Conner (Wylde Flowers) VS Sera (Dragon Age Inquisition)
Elliott (Stardew Valley) VS Shane (Stardew Valley)
Towa Wakasa (Sweet Fuse: At Your Side) VS Shiloh Fields (XOXO Droplets)
Arsene Lupin (Code: Realize) VS Blackwall (Dragon Age Inquisition)
Vere (Touchstarved) VS Shiki (Togainu no Chi)
Sebastian Vael (Dragon Age 2) VS Toma (Amnesia: Memories)
Katherine (Catherine) VS Jonah (Boyfriend Dungeon)
Anders (Dragon Age 2) VS Dorian Grey (OZMAFIA!!)
Skye (Harvest Moon DS Cute) VS Tammy (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)
Fenris (Dragon Age 2) VS Dys (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)
Peter King (Your Boyfriend Game) VS Eisuke Ichinomiya (Kissed by the Baddest Bidder)
Group 4 (Matches 49-64)
Tharja (Fire Emblem Awakening) VS Jacob Taylor (Mass Effect 2)
Elanee (Neverwinter Nights 2) VS Megaricus (Kaichu - The Kaiju Dating Sim)
Baxter Ward (Our Life: Beginnings & Always) VS Ryouta Kazama (Tokimeki Memorial Girl’s Side 4)
Colonel Sanders (I Love You, Colonel Sanders!) VS Kappa (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town)
Andy (Romance Club) VS Micah Yujin (Error143)
Anomen Delryn (Baldur’s Gate 2) VS Koolie Sterling (Tentador Leches)
Doctor (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS Lucy (Your Boyfriend Game)
Alfani (OZMAFIA!!) VS Makoto Niijima (Persona 5)
Zevran Arainai (Dragon Age Origins) VS Kai (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town)
Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club) VS The Red Prince (Divinity: Original Sin 2)
Lucio Morgasson (The Arcana) VS Cullen Rutherford (Dragon Age Inquisition)
ROUND 1.5 (REPLACEMENT MATCHES)
Makoto Mikami (Sweet Fuse: At Your Side) VS Morinth (Mass Effect 2)
Peri (Fire Emblem Fates) VS Yang (Piofiore Fated Memories)
Michelle (Harvest Moon: A New Beginning) VS Leliana (Dragon Age Origins)
Nightowl (Blooming Panic: Full Bloom Edition) VS Virion (Fire Emblem Awakening)
Witch Princess (Harvest Moon DS) VS Lorenz Hellman Gloucester (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)
Harry Choi (The Ssum) VS Everett Gray (XOXO Droplets)
Shara (Rune Factory 3) VS Randy Jade (Dialtown)
Lon'qu (Fire Emblem Awakening) VS Harvey (Stardew Valley)
Ron Muroboshi (Norn9) VS Ethan Ramsey (Choices - Open Heart)
Canus Espada (Cafe Enchante) VS Kageyuki Shiraishi (Collar x Malice)
Sam Gordon (Growing Up) VS Marco Bottazzi (Lovelink)
Warren (Life is Strange) VS Sam (Seduce Me the Otome)
Mr. Pages (Mask of the Rose) VS Sannan Keisuke (Hakuoki)
Joseph Christiansen (Dream Daddy) VS Jakob (Fire Emblem Fates)
Haley (Stardew Valley) VS Kenshin Uesugi (Ikemen Sengoku)
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Ramble coming on. The first part? The climb as you called it? A magnificent piece. We were right there climbing with Nancy but at the same time, unlike Nancy, you could feel the cliff coming closer. They're just SO young but they feel so much and you perfectly captured that in the first piece that is a flawless stand-alone one shot.
And then you wrote the second part. And it CLICKED as such a natural expansion of the first story. We climbed the mountain and saw the cliff that was always there and in some way WE KNEW even though Nancy's pov could not know just yet. I am still screaming about this story and how you wrote it. The clock the clock the clock shut up man the clock was right THERE.
Part one as a set was gorgeous. Part two as a follow up was inevitable to the narrative of what was building and HOW you built it and it was tragic in a way only stories can be. It can be followed by a part three but also i feel like you can leave it without one. The hope is right there BUILT from the first and the second part and no matter if you continue or not, we, as readers, can hope they find each other again. And that's wonderful. Thank you for sharing this with us. I'm gonna go howl about this story to the moon.
SHOW YOURSELF YOU COWARD! SO I KNOW WHO TO KISS ON THE FOREHEAD! (jk I love you anon whoever you are)
This is so nice. Just extremely feels good man to hear.
I can't stop talking about this dumb story. I know it's just fanfiction and I am being dramatic but I really feel like I left a piece of myself in this one. It matters a lot to me that somebody likes it!
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Movie Reviews
Vindicta (3.9/5)
American Hangman (3.9/5)
Case 39 (3.3/5)
Project Ithaca (2.6/5)
Paranormal Activity Next of Kin (4/5)
A Babysitters Guide to Monster Hunting (3.3/5)
Afflicted (3.7/5)
Agent Revelation (2.8/5)
Alone (1.8/5)
American Hangman (3.9/5)
An American Haunting (2.5/5)
Annabelle (2.1/5)
Ashby (4/5)
Ashoka (3.7/5)
Bad Santa (3.2/5)
Barbie (2.9/5)
Baywatch ('17) (3/5)
The Big Short (1.3/5)
The Bigfoot Trap (4.3/5)
Bitch Ass (2.8/5)
The Blair Witch Project (3.7/5)
Blair Witch 2 (3.5/5)
Blurt (4.2/5)
Boston Strangler (3/5)
The Boy Who Cried Werewolf (4.2/5)
Boyhood (3.5/5)
Cadaver (2.4/5)
Cadillac Man (2.9/5)
Captive State (3.7/5)
Cargo (4/5)
Case 39 (3.3/5)
Casper (3.2/5)
Cloverfield (3.5/5)
Clue the movie (4/5)
Coming to America (3.7/5)
Crawlspace (3.5/5)
Critical Condition (2.6/5)
Cursed Friends (2.9/5)
Deck the Halls (3.7/5)
Dinner for Schmucks (4/5)
Disappearance at Clifton Hill (3/5)
Disaster Artist (3/5)
Don’t Tell Mom The baby Sitters Dead (3.8/5)
Downsizing (2.9/5)
Dungeons and Dragons Honour Among
Edge of Darkness (3.9/5)
End of Watch (1.2/5)
Ernest Saves Christmas (4/5)
The Estate (2.9/5)
Every Breath You Take (3.9/5)
Fear of Rain (3.8/5)
Fear Street 1994 Part 1 (4.2/5)
Fear Street 1976 Part 2 (3.2/5)
Fear Street 1776 Part 3 (3.7/5)
Fear the Night (4.4/5)
Follow Her (3.4/5)
Galaxy Quest (1.8/5)
The Giver (4.3/5)
Givers of Death (3.2/5)
The Good Son (3.8/5)
Grease Live! (4.4/5)
The Grudge (3.5/5)
Happiness for Beginners (3.7/5)
Haunt (3.7/5)
Hell or Highwater (3.2/5)
Hellraiser (-2/5)
Home Front (4.2/5)
The Host (4.2/5)
Hot Rod (2.9/5)
How High (2.4/5)
In and Out (3.7/5)
The Inhabitant (3/5)
I See You (3.7/5)
Inheritance (3.1/5)
Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1.3/5)
Jack Reacher (3.5/5)
Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back (2.8/5)
Jules (3.8/5)
Keeping Company (2.7/5)
The Last Voyage of the Dementor (3.9/5)
The Lesson (2.9/5)
MA (4/5)
No Exit (3.3/5)
Past Lives (4/5)
Pixie (3.3/5)
Marcel the Shell with Shoes On (1/5)
Mindhunters (3/5)
Moon Manor (3/5)
Morning Glory (3.8/5)
Mother! (3.4/5)
Mousehunt (4.4/5)
No Country for Old Men (3.8/5)
Out of Office (4/5)
Out of The Furnace (2.3/5)
Rags (4/5)
The Ring (2.4/5)
Robotapocalypse (4/5)
Room 203 (2.2/5)
Sahara (1.9/5)
Saving Christmas (1.8/5)
Scouts Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse (4.3/5)
Scrooged (3/5)
Showing Up (2.6/5)
Significant Other (2.8/5)
Sleepwalker (4.6/5)
Smile (4.1/5)
Sonic the Hedgehog (4.5/5)
Sonic the Hedgehog 2 (4.3/5)
SOS (Survive or Sacrifice) (3.3/5)
Snipes (4.3/5)
Spiderhead (1.7/5)
Staying Alive (2/5)
Steel Magnolias (2/5)
The Strays (3/5)
Suburban Gothic (3.8/5)
Swindle (4.1/5)
Paranormal Activity Next of Kin (4/5)
Project Ithaca (2.6/5)
Talk to Me (4.2/5)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ('90) (3.8/5)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2007) (4.5/5)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2014)(4/5)
Texas Chainsaw Massacre (3.2/5)
Texas Rangers (2.8/5)
Thieves (4.2/5)
This Is Where I Leave You (2.7/5)
Tramps (2.4/5)
Three Months (3.2/5)
Thunder Force (2/5)
Tucker and Dale Vs Evil (3.3/5)
Underwater (2.9/5)
Urban Cowboy (1.7/5)
Us (4/5)
Vacancy (3.4/5)
War of the Worlds (2005)(4/5)
Watcher (3/5)
The Weather Man (2.2/5)
White Guys Cant Jump (4/5)
The Wrath of Becky (4.3/5)
Wonderful Time of Year (2.8/5)
World War Z (3.7/5)
You Are Not My Mother (3.1/5)
Zoolander (3.8/5)
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Something in the Sky
On the subject of cryptids, I have always been and remain agnostic. My attitude is that stories are great and they're fun to hear, but until I see the thing... in the wild... with my own eyes, all these creatures are are stories. Until they walk right up to me from the woods, Bigfoot, Mothman, the chupacabra and all the haints and boogers that go bump in the night are just urban legends. (Wow! I need to take a break from Old Gods of Appalachia.)
Well, my dear strangelings, as fate and Charles Fort would have it, it turns out that I have actually seen a cryptid... or cryptoid? I'll get into the debate in a bit, but there doesn't seem to be any agreement on what category this critter falls into. Due to the uncertainty, there isn't much in the way of good and well researched information. Even the photographic evidence (as you can see above) doesn't give us a whole lot to go on.
So, what is this squiggle in the sky? I was asking myself the same question when I came across it back in the twenty-teens. The name given to it is "sky serpent". Now, while I saw a total of twelve of these things almost a decade ago, I just learned that they're a thing last week.
"Twelve?" Yes, twelve... four groups of three over a period of about twenty minutes. My guess is it was possibly a migration. They were moving in a southern direction over the city of Boston in late summer or early fall. I only saw them because I looked up while stretching a kink out of my neck. Were it not for that... knot... I would have missed them entirely. City people don't look up, especially in Boston. We keep our eyes down and mind our business.
I wasn't the only one who saw them. The one friend who always seems to be with me when weird shit happens was there. Because we were both looking up and watching these things, a few other people looked to see what had us mesmerized, then a few more. Pretty soon, there were a couple dozen people just watching this sky parade.
The photos aren't mine, but they illustrate the problem of getting photos of aerial phenomena. Unless you have professional equipment and you KNOW it's going to be there, photos will always be crappy. Don't believe me? Take a picture of the moon with your phone. Even the "good" ones I have are mostly lens flare.
Having said that, I mentioned the words... THE words at the root of the debate. Are sky serpents creatures or crafts? Ufologists say they're the former and crypto zoologists say they're the latter. (Of course, I would find the critter that defies classification.) Yes, they move through the sky, but they seem to be organic. They move like snakes or eels. I may not know much about UAP, but I haven't seen anything in the historical record describing extraterrestrials getting out of or off of one of these. (Perhaps Mr. Hanks will find something and correct me.)
What I have seen in the scant literature on the topic of "sky serpents" appears to draw comparisons with the traditional depiction of dragons in Chinese and Japanese art. No, I am not saying dragons are real, but if ancient cultures had seen these sky serpents, I can see how that would give rise to myths about dragons. Had my mother been with me, that is precisely what her conclusion would have been.
Biological entity or extraterrestrial craft, my big questions are: Where are they coming from? Where do they go? Why have we not seen one on the ground?
Obviously, I have no answers. No one does because the people who typically study this kind of thing aren't interested. I've only seen them myself the one time. I did see a video in a Facebook group I belong to. One of the members got footage at about 30,000 feet while on a flight... assuming it's not doctored. That's how I became aware that those weird flying whatevers I saw were a known phenomenon.
Has my position on cryptids changed? Nope! Bigfoot is still gonna have to sit down next to me and ask for a cigarette. Mothman is going to have to read my tarot cards. That said, if the pros don't want to invest the time and energy into getting something close to answers about these "sky serpents" then maybe I finally a cryptid to hunt.
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