#*crawls out of sight like a cryptid*

[skitariiposting]

Okay, weird thing I was reminded of. There's a four way intersection on the edge of my town, with one of those blinking one light stoplights that represents a stop sign. I'm sure there's a proper name for it or whatever, but it's these things:

People around here have sworn that if you stop your car anywhere near that one intersection when it's dark out, it'll "descend from the wires" to getcha!

Yup, we've got our own local cryptid! The "Stoplight Crawler." Been around since 2005-ish? (If someone knows when it was first sighted lemme know.) It's apparently some sort of creature with a giant red eye that comes in the night, crawls up and hangs onto the wire, covering up the light with its body so it can begin mimicking it by opening and closing it's eye throughout the night; "waiting for victims."

Now, I've got to give them credit, thats some clever creature design. I'm pretty sure everyone's looked at those and thought about how it could look like a big eye. But I will say the fact there's some folks attributing murder cases and missing people reports to it is very mothman-y, I'm pretty sure there's no actual evidence this thing is really real. Regardless, I find it neat that we've got a local creepy thing around here :D

[stellargh0ul]

hiii feel free to ignore this, but what if:

Perpetua's some small town local urban legend/cryptid that people aren't really sure exists or not, but still speak about in whispers whenever someone goes missing. And you aren't sure he's real either...until you encounter him in a graveyard at night alone.

Anyways that it! Have a good day/night!

Now with part 2!

Perpetua: is this a meet cute?

Reader: shaking, crying, throwing up

-

la creatura, they called it. something that slunk through the shadows of the night on talons and hooves, taking all who were unlucky enough to come across it back to it’s lair to devour.

you’d never believed the stories, of course- there was something so cartoonish about the way the creature was described, with huge red eyes and fangs that overhung it’s bottom lip like tusks. you were one for rationality, and never believed in something that couldn’t be explained by science.

and so, when you came face to face with something feeding on a deer carcass in the graveyard one night, your first thought was some sort of large wild animal- until you saw the red eyes, and the tusks that extended from it’s bottom lip stained with blood.

as the grave keeper, you’d never found any reason to fear walking in the graves at night: but now, as you stare at this monster crouched among the headstones, you feel your stomach drop.

a certainty settles over you, as thick as a blanket but far less comforting. you’re going to die here.

except, the monster leans back from the carcass as it pins you with a stare, and raises one hand to wipe the blood away. you see the claws on the ends of it’s spindly fingers, razor-sharp and catching in the moonlight.

“scusi,” it says, in a hissing rasp. “I did not expect there to be anyone else out here.”

you feel your legs collapse underneath you and you slump to your knees as it makes a noise of alarm. on legs that are far too long for the rest of it’s body, it crawls over to you on all fours and you can’t even scream at the unnatural way it moves over the headstones as if they were mere rocks in the road.

“are you alright?”

hysterical, you giggle in its face.

“i’m about to die, so… no.”

it leans away from you, frowning.

“I will not harm you. I have had my meal for the night.”

your gaze wanders over to the gutted deer in the middle of the walkway. you have an awful vision of yourself lying among the graves in exactly the same way for some poor unlucky soul to find in the morning.

it follows your eyes and nods.

“si. I am full, you do not need to worry.”

“and if you weren’t full?”

pausing, it regards you with a quiet, thoughtful expression. then, a smile breaks across it’s face and you almost scream at the sight of the blood caught in the dagger-like needles it calls teeth.

“well, I suppose i’d have to drag you back to my lair and eat you.” you can’t tell if it’s joking or not.

with shaking hands, you reach up to cradle your face, fighting back the hiccuping sob that threatens to worm it’s way from your mouth.

somehow, you think it’s expression is somewhat sad as it regards you with those huge eyes.

“I will leave.”

it turns to go and you exhale a huge breath of air.

“maybe I see you again sometime. seem nice.”

as la creatura fades back into the shadows of the night, you feel numb. exhausted, somehow, as if you’d just run a marathon.

you hope it was joking about seeing you again, but you couldn’t quite tell.

[eyelambspider]

𝟎𝟐. 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 || 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠

Day Two of Kink/Creeptober! Here is a list of my prompts & event terms!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : könig x gn!reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : The two of you were sent in the dead of night to check up on a supposedly vacated enemy facility. Strange reports and sightings of men had worried KorTac, they couldn't afford to have someone occupy the space. Turns out, the scary Colonel hates 'supernatural' stuff. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.4 k 𝐚/𝐧 : shane & ryan duo ifykyk 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : fluff? funny/comedy?, horror, mentions of guns, swearing, reader is sarcastic, cryptid (mothman appearance :)

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.

You groaned softly. An exaggerated sound that made the Colonel hit your shoulder with the butt of his gun.

"Keep quiet, there may be enemies," he scolded you quietly, having to glance down at you with those disapproving eyes of his. The two of you had just barely touched the door and you were already complaining.

"This fucking sucks and you know it," you whispered back harshly. The two of you chose a respective side of the metal door to stand against. Lowering your guns only for a moment to finally lower the night vision goggles onto your faces.

König only grumbled again, muttering curses and German under his breath like he liked to do when you pissed him off. A sound that made you huff in response to him.

He acted like you were the irrational one. But the fact was: Every thermal scan of the facility reported nothing. And the old building was monitored day and night since local reports came in of 'shadows in the window'. No one on watch duty reported seeing anyone or anything come in or out of the doors. Any of them.

This was bullshit. It just sounded like a squatter to you, but the Austrian Colonel—who you had been paired with to double check the situation personally—was all protocol.

"Don't," he warned, turning his head towards you and pointing a gloved finger His night vision goggles already peering back at you through the darkness. You didn't even need to say it for him to know what you were thinking.

So you didn't, waving your hands up in sarcastic surrendering gesture, strapping your own goggles to your head with a huff. Waiting for him to take the lead then.

So he did, opening the metal door quietly. An actual wonder for how rusted the hinges were. You had to give it to him at least- König was a good fucking soldier. Just... this whole mission felt like a damned excessive ghost chase. Yes, there could be enemy presence back in the facility... but there was a better chance of seeing a rat scurrying around.

König led the way through the darkness, your eyes on the green light casted from his back. The night vision working perfectly. Watching his back and peering around for any sign of life.

The facility was some sort of old textile factory, or you supposed, was one back in the industrial era.

The roof was beginning to cave in, water dripping over concrete and metal railings, rusting everything in its path. Long ivy's crawling up the walls. Only remnants of dust and the occasional scrap of fabric had been left since KorTac had cleared it out over a year ago. It was a wonder you didn't see some sort of zombie wandering around making little clicking noises.

An amused sound slipped from your lips and König stopped dead in his tracks in front of you. Standing up straight, merely glancing over his shoulder in warning. The green glint of his goggles giving you a look that said 'Keep quiet.'

Yeah, yeah. You waved his concern off. There was a job to do despite protests.

The two of you continued on quietly, stalking through the darkness, sweeping the first floor with little to no problems. Guns held close, strapped to your vests and held tightly. The green ghoulish glow of your visor reflecting everything back to you in an eerie way. But nothing seemed out of place. No activity, not even a sound besides the crystal clear clink of water dripping from somewhere overhead.

König reached a hand up to his right ear, speaking quietly into his ear piece. "First floor clear." His voice, echoed softly into your own comm link.

"Continue to secure the building," a tired voice spoke back from the base. Operators watching the small sweep from the cameras on the left side of both of your helmets. Seeing what you both saw, hearing nothing except the staticky feedback through their screens.

Protocol.

With the first floor cleared, the second one seemed like it would go without a hitch too. There was no sound except the soft huffs of your breathing and the rustling of military uniforms as you both continued down the decrepit hallways. Up the rickety metal stairs, the two of you cringing as it groaned and tapped under the weight. Boots on metal, guns clutched a bit closer now that the two of you were making noise. Just a little bit more alert than a few seconds prior.

It was like the air had suddenly changed. No shift that the operators back at base could see, but König could feel it on his skin. Goosebumps prickling up his pale neck as he finally reached the crest of the staircase.

When he stopped, you waited patiently for the Colonel to move. Through the visor, all you could see was him standing there, clutching his gun and looking acute around as if something was wrong. Nothing you could tell though, no matter how much you tried to follow his eyes.

Left to right, there was only the pitch black hallways filled with faded paperwork and offices. It was so quiet in fact, you could probably hear a pin drop from down the hall.

"Colonel," you whispered almost imperceptibly, waiting for his move.

He seemed to tense as soon as the sound left your mouth, but he stayed firm. Only able to see his back and the hand he lifted up, finally signaling you to keep following him with a curt wave.

You got out of the stairwell, the pair of you moving more cautiously. The air swarming with uncertainty as König stopped at the corner, peaking around just to tense up at what he saw. The sound of his gun clinking in his hands as he squeezed it.

It made you tense too, readying your gun and holding the sight close to your eye.

König didn't say anything, just stood frozen with his back against the wall. His chest rising and falling a bit more obviously than it had been a moment ago.

"Colonel! What is it?" you whispered, almost frustrated. Never in all your years of working with him, had he ever frozen.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" you whispered again, a bit more loudly before he grabbed your bicep to stop you. Squeezing so hard it made you grit your teeth.

If he wasn't going to move, then you were.

You shuffled quickly around him, your side brushing his front as he stood there. And despite him still trying to stop you, you peaked around the corner, gun at the ready.

"What the-?"

There were little flecks of fine... dust? floating around the end of the hallway. Glittering and reflecting back into your visor, green and a bit... odd.

You stepped out from around the corner and began walking curiously towards it. Only a step out before König tried to stop you again. "Halt um Gottes Willen!" he whispered, trying to grasp at you before he stopped, as if the corner had an invisible barrier he would not cross.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You whispered back, turning to glance over your shoulder at him.

When he had nothing to say, you sighed and continued on without him.

He tried to call out your name to stop you, watching as your form began to go deeper and deeper towards the swirling flecks.

You lowered your gun curiously as the little cloud of dust enveloped you, swirling around from the disturbance. There, on the wall was a dark smear, as if someone had wiped the finest ash over it. You reached a gloved hand out, only to stop when König scolded you again from down the hall.

"Bist du verdammt dumm? Don't you dare touch that!" he ordered, but the quiver in his voice betrayed him.

"Come over here and stop me," you called back, finding yourself smirking at that. "We have a fucking mission," you reminded him. The two of you quietly shouting in the hall now. "Its protocol to sweep the area. Now get your ass over here!" you waved, trying to coax him out.

He couldn't argue and you both knew it. The building had to be checked, and despite his gut telling him otherwise, he rounded the corner and made his way towards you slowly. So tense he seemed to be moving mechanically.

You took your glove off finally and tucked it into your vest, running your fingers through the inky smear. You gasped quietly, rubbing the fine dust between your fingers. It was the softest thing you'd ever felt. And the strange material flaked off your skin, becoming a part of the little cloud that surrounded you.

What the hell was it? Just dust?

König finally came up next to you, watching over your shoulder with the same bad feeling in his stomach.

That's when the soft sound of scuttling startled the both of you.

Your gun shot up and König nearly jumped out of his skin. The two of your looking up in comical sync just in time to watch a shadowy figure crawl along the ceiling and disappear down the corridor in an instant.

"Was zum Teufel!" König yelped, a cold shudder running through his body like lightning.

You kept your aim forward, gun trained now towards the ceiling. The sight only enticing you to take a step further and investigate whatever the fuck that was.

"Stop! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" König was now visibly shaking, not even clutching his rifle anymore, instead reaching out to stop you. There was no doubt he could just throw you over his shoulder and get the two of you out in less than a minute.

"I'm going to clear the area," you said in confidence, like it was the most obvious answer you'd ever given.

The more you moved towards the darkness, the more König tried to stop you, his hands clamping down on your shoulder to swing you around the other way.

"Stop! I said stop! Halt! You damned lunatic!"

"Colonel!" You hissed, stepping towards him before he even had a chance to grab you. "This is a fucking mission, pull yourself together," you reminded him. Yet, he still looked like a damned deer in the headlights, trembling, and too afraid to move in the darkness. Glancing at you with a nervous uncertainty.

Then, he watched as a smirk slowly began to spread over your lips. The green-glow of the night vision making you look more like the imp he envisioned you to be in the moment.

"Colonel? Are you... scared?"

He didn't like your tone, and his grip tightened into a white knuckle grip on his rifle.

He was fucking terrified.

"Come on," you huffed, relaxing as you led the way down the hall, following after the shadowy form. And fuck if König was going to be left alone with that thing roaming around the building.

With you leading the way, the two of you stalked through the next hall. König's breathing was coming out in short puffs, and although it felt like his legs struggled to bend, he followed anxiously. The small flecks in the air getting denser, more frequent the further you went into the building.

The roof was still leaking, but the tip of your gun traced a particular drop. More viscous and stringy than water, dripping down from the ceiling in a long gossamer strand, forming a bubbly puddle on the floor. It-It looked like spit.

Another deep fluttering sound emanated deep from the last room in the hallway. Something clattering to the ground with a resounding boom. Your gun instinctively pointed towards the noise.

"Gott im Himmel erbarme dich..."

The muttered sounds of German had you quickly glancing over your shoulder. König was dead frozen, his gun rattling in his hands, unable to move further, only shaking his head back and forth as if he couldn't believe it.

"Are you... Are you praying?!" You asked quietly, mind torn between disbelief that the man who dominated in warfare was fucking cowering behind you and the animal that was in the room.

You turned to König, putting a hand on his shoulder, your eyes still pointed cautiously towards the door.

"König, you're almost seven foot tall and have the biggest gun I've ever seen in your hands," you began quietly, trying to smack some soft words to reassurance into his head. "You'll be fine."

Even though he nodded, his legs still had that tremor in them.

This was reality, you told yourself, nothing but a fucking raccoon or stupid flock of pigeons fumbling around in the dark. The boogeyman didn't exist.

You lifted a hand to your ear, pressing the piece to speak quietly, relaying back to base. "Going in, hold."

"Copy Bravo."

König couldn't even protest, the words, nothing but German-English gibberish tumbling out of his mouth. Watching in sheer horror as you continued on, his feet moving on their own accord to stand behind you. To afraid to be left behind, too afraid to leave you behind.

Once you made it to the withering doorframe, König held his breath, feeling like icy had shot through his veins as you rounded the corner sharply.

In an instant of horror, your eyes landed on it, shuffling in the corner of the dark office. Fuzzy like a blot of ink, writing against the breeze that hushed through the broken window and picked up the tattered curtains.

Soft kissy sounds came from it, and the thing wrung its neck to glance at you. Green orbs, as big as your head peered back through the night vision goggles locked onto your eyes. Its massive wings, like sails, fluttered like a military drone. Goosebumps lurched down both of your bodies as it dropped from the ceiling and stood up so tall that it hunched to fit the room.

Before you could see anymore, you turned on your heel and ran, grabbing König's arm to get his ass moving. "FUCK THAT!"

Only screams filled the quiet room back at base, the operators watching in collective confusion as the pair of you ran for your lives in a blur of sheer hysteria.

[m0ssycobblestone]

Ok but do you know how insanely cool a Trigun themed found footage/analog horror style video could be??? Between all the cryptid Vash concepts in the fandom and the low key insane events that happen in canon, there is. So much you could do with it. THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS YOU COULD PICK TO FOCUS ON!!! With Stampede's JuLai ALONE there is so much you can do. And you wouldn't even need to primarily focus on the main characters to have them appear in interesting ways, think of the cameo opportunities!!!! Blurry, shaky footage of a feathered creature with glowing eyes crawling away from the city's remains, rumors of some weird guy with a cross chiming into conversations about a certain outlaw, mentions of a reporter and alleged survivor who seems a little too invested in potential Vash the Stampede sightings. Like, imagine for a stand alone or even a first video entry of a series the title could be like "JUL_21_XX_ViewFromOutsideJuLai.mp4" or something and it could straight up be two people camping with the city in the distance and one of them grabs a video camera because "what the fuck? Is that a giant woman?? Martha come look at this" and they're freaking out about what it could be when it just. Disappears. And then a light shoots up into the sky, and another light beams down and engulfs the fucking city with a rumble that makes the campers scream, and in the footage we see the camera get progressively more unsteady and shaky until the cameraman drops it and the footage cuts out. And when it cuts back in the camera is still on the sand and we see the unfocused, tilted view of the campers just sitting there like "what the fuck did we just witness?" WOULDN'T THAT BE SO COOL???? You could even do a mockumentary style with it!!! Or hell even a No Man's Land rumor mill/tall tales video series type thing!!! Like what do you mean you caught footage of what looks like a spaceship hiding in a sandstorm, that's totally edited! Right? ...Right? And what do mean your aunt saw a swarm of worms turn into a little kid and is trying to catch evidence of it on camera now, just say she drank too much one night and call it a day! Like, dude!!!! Imagine the possibilities!!!!!! OF THIS SETTING!!!!!!! WITH THIS FORMAT!!!!!!!!!! IF DONE WELL THIS SHIT COULD BE SO FUCKING COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Have I watched too much of this genre today, MAYBE?? Will I continue to think about this for the rest of the day, ALSO MAYBE?????

[musounohitotachi]

[ ＢＩＧＳＨＥＬＬ ＥＣＯ ＰＡＲＫ. ] [CRYPTID SIGHTING]

The lushness of the forest gives him comfort in the way camouflage gives a frog its sense of survival. His hair is dark green like the brush he resides in and while his horns are a strange shape compared to the skeleton of the bushes, they are dark and he keeps his head low. His sportswear gives him ease of mobility as he slowly crawls forward to the prey he stalks in the woods. A net at his side and his sandals nearly bent from where he's ready to dart out at a moment's notice, the youth keeps his sights clear.

This bothersome sighting is indeed a part of many rumors that had graced the young soldier's ears, and while he was sure it wouldn't get such smiles if it was truly dangerous... he's a hunter and only he can convince himself if this creature deserved its freedom. Who knows what it could be, or do.

He hears the brush across from him rustling, the only obstacle between them a pair of stone steps that he could easily dart across and catch it. He would have darted forward at once, if the sound of sandals clicking the stone steps did not cause whatever his prey in the bushes was—to dart away at lightning speed. It wasn't silent either as it basically tore grass in its wake with how fast it took off, but alas, it was still hidden.

With his prey pretty much out of the field for reasonable capture, unless he wanted to tear apart the forest with wings and talons galore, he raises himself from the bushes with a rather unamused look. Who he spots is a rather tall woman in a traditional style of dress, looking down at him... who was in the bushes, for unknown reasons as far as she could tell.

His embarrassment grows.

"... I'm here for the creature Largeankle, from the rumors about. I was attempting to capture it just now." He starts to roll up his net while keeping his tone respectful. "So sorry for the disturbance, ma'am."

GNOSTIC HYMNS REVELATION 2025 || ACCEPTING!

The forest was a good respite from the hustle and bustle of the larger crowds, and for a person with a limited social battery, it was definitely good for a much needed break. She had never been one for crowds, even if she tended to attract attention by the very nature of who she was in her own native Inazuma.

Her only company at this time was her thoughts and the occasional rustle of the bushes. She couldn't understand how they managed to get a forest to grow in a ship, and was it sustainable? Trees were one of the few things that tended to thrive over multiple generations. Almost as if they were as eternal as she was. Yet they were being grown artificially. It was baffling to her.

Yet it seems her peace and musings weren't to last. As she rounded a corner, her geta clacking along the wooden path, a roar is heard and she sees a figure dart away through the underbrush. Had she any desire to chase, she probably could catch up with immense difficulty, but she had no desire as such.

She's about to move on and track it as an odd occurrence, but not dangerous, when she hears a voice behind her and turns. He spoke of a Largeankle creature, one she had never heard of. It must be a local thing. But this horned boy knew.

"Tell me of this Largeankle and why you are so insistent on catching it." The words are spoken in a demand, of someone unused to being denied. But her tone is not cruel, just curious. If it was a threat, she wanted to know so she could exterminate this potential threat.

[cryptids-of-spielzeit]

Spielzeit Bestiary #8: The Sun Dog

Nature. Every tree, plant, and animal. It is all around us, and it is a very big part of the forest town Spielzeit's identity. The townsfolk and the surrounding forest have been in kahoots with one another ever since it split from the now defunct Playtime toy company. And now, their relationship with nature has seemingly grown stronger, due in part to a new creature said to roam the woods. They call it the Sun Dog.

Said to be the most benevolent of Spielzeit's ever growing roster of "cryptids", the Sun Dog is described as being a giant Cocker Spaniel with dark orange fur. It gets its name from what locals describe as a pendant, shaped like the sun, that it wears tightly around its neck.

It is said to be missing the lower half of its body, resulting in it crawling around wherever it goes. Those who have caught a glimpse of the Sun God report it being followed by a group of animals. The animals within said group vary, but the most common group is said to be that of a red fox, a whitetail deer, and an opossum.

Stories and sightings of the Sun Dog portray it as a protector of nature, caring for wounded and abandoned animals and helping any that cross its path. It is said to be incredibly docile, even helpful, towards humans, with one witness, Jeremy Hill, 23, describing as such.

"I was taking a walk through the woods. It was a nice day, nothing out of the ordinary. So, I'm walking, and I notice this tree, looked perfect for climbing. I get to the top of the thing, the view was really nice. Then, I heard something, sounded like, I don't know, giggling? Startled me so much that I fell off the branch, broke one of my legs. I screamed put for help for what felt like forever. Then I heard someone, they sounded like he was in his 50s, he told me not to worry, that'd he'd get me back home. That's when I saw him. We were at level with one another, he had a fox, deer, and possum at his side. Now, I've heard other people talk about this guy like he was the second coming, but actually being in his presence, I don't know, it made me feel safe. He had that look in his eyes, you know? I passed out afterwards, but when I woke up I was in town square. I won't forget that day."

The Sun Dog's contributions have not gone unnoticed. For instance, since his arrival, illegal hunting in the Spielzeit area has dropped tremendously, something that Ranger Angelo Floros has taken note of.

"Now, I'm not sure a giant, orange dog is the reason all of these hunters have went away, but regardless, this is great news. And if you want to thank this 'Sun Dog' for it, be my guest."

Many residents do, in fact, thank the Sun Dog, particularly those with some background of religion. They believe in the Sun Dog's existence so much that they have made it the central figure in their annual Summer Solstice festival. Here, there are Sun Dog themed games, food, and even stage performances about its contributions. Something notable is that during the festival, there is a chance that an animal will show up, requesting food, in which they always recieve it, yet they never immediately eat it. It is said that they bring it to the Sun Dog, who watches in the distance on the Licht hillside, where the sun shines brightest.

Is there a protector of nature living in the forests of Spielzeit? Or has Lady Luck just grazed the town with a great ecosystem? Do you believe?

(A major thank you to @abugcalledtoken for writing a greater part of the Sun Dog's lore!)

[poundfooolish]

I've fallen down the stupidest fucking rabbit hole involving Metazoo and I've been possessed by the world's stupidest demon to accumulate a complete set of these useless valueless frankly shitty unplayable cards and just. Preserve them. For posterity.

Like I'd stopped picking them up because the Native set made me. Really uncomfortable and I was only buying them as a consolation prize when Target was out of Pokemon and Digimon and YuGiOh cards but now that the entire corporation is dead I just want to dissect this corpse and absolute stupid cash grab sham of a company

Like I'm convinced this game is the way it is and the cards are what they are because all these cryptids and folklore creatures and various references to 'spooky' things you'd find on any 3spoopy5me wikipedia crawl are the way they are because they already exist in the cultural miasma despite not being copyright in any way. You can cut a lot of red tape and save a lot of money when you don't have to come up with a design wholecloth yourself you can just go 'this is mothman it looks like mothman', and the cancelled SCP cardset only FURTHER CONVINCES me of this. Like. The creators were obviously panning around for open source easy ideas they didn't have to actually think about or pay for and printing money off of gullible card investors. For two and a half years!!!

And a fun thing about me is I cannot resist a scam. I cannot resist a rabbit hole. This guy rugpulled a whole community and now you have a bunch of bagholders awkwardly standing around like 'yeah I really believed in the card, I just liked the card you know, the game was fun.'

Meanwhile the optimal way to play the hello kitty crossover set (which. How did you swing THAT???) involves wearing a giraffe onesie, a crown, a red bow, moth antennae, feathers, a mask, a bunny hood, a birds nest directly on your head, dragon wings, a bell, a kuromi headpiece AND a propeller hat all at once, ideally with a volcano in plain sight. You also have to say aloud with your human mouth "It's okay I forgive you" in order to summon kuromi to the field.

bonkers fucking game I wish it got popular competitively I want to see what depths TCG players would stoop to in order to gain an edge.

[cryptidsofwakemoor]

Chapter 5 - Silver Fang

Gripped by paranoia, Matchstick hides out in the burrow... At least, until its previous owner returns: another local cryptid known by the townsfolk as the Silver Fang.

~*~

Mystic

…

Aside from the distant whirr of vehicles driving by on the road, nothing reaches him in his hiding place. He’s left alone with the pile of garbage he’d used for warmth, and his fears that kept him cold.

…

The gurgle in his stomach came back.

He ignored it.

…

The next day, it hurt more.

He ignored it.

…

After two days, he couldn’t stand the ache anymore. His throat hurt, too. He felt parched. He needed something to drink. This was something he’d never had to worry about before, in the facility. Whatever they did to him- or gave him- it only eliminated the need for food and water for so long.

Spooky

Regardless of however the fuck his body was supposed to function, it was making one thing urgently clear- this was not it. He was going to fucking die like an animal in this hole in the ground if he didn't do something.

The moment he tried to get up from where he was laying, though, it felt like his limbs were made of lead. His arms reached out and felt around him in vain hope of finding anything edible in here that he hadn't eaten yet, even though he knew what little stores he had were gone within the first day.

He did find some paper trash and tried to eat it out of desperation, though it burnt to ash so quickly and his attempts to swallow it just made his throat feel even more dry than before. This wasn't working, he needed to get out.

With no fuel left to go on other than fear of death, he managed to force himself up onto all fours and clumsily crawled towards the entrance. As he did, he feverishly tried to remember if he'd seen any water close by, but the only one that came to mind was that little pond in the place with the sand tubes...

Mystic

…crnch

crunch crinkle-crnch

That was footsteps. Walking over leaves.

Getting closer.

crunch crunch

thud crnch thd

Oh that was heavy. Whatever it was, was big.

thmp crunch thd crnch

The footsteps pause. Something snuffles at the edge of the hole.

Then- all of his light is promptly blocked out, as a hulking, spiny shape blocks the entrance.

He has no visual reference to know what the hell this is. All he can tell, silhouetted by the sun, is that it’s large, reflecting light off the edges of their shape, and has two yellow eyes peering down into the hole.

Oh- and the big claws they’re using to brace themselves at the edge of the burrow. Can’t forget those.

The yellow eyes widen at the sight of him in the pit, surrounded by… trash. The head- which has two frilled-looking ears on the sides of the pointed head- tilts slightly to one side. A rumbled noise emits from its throat, staring down at him.

Spooky

Cast into complete darkness save for the weak glow of his eyes and mouth, he shakily backs away from the tunnel, terror gripping his heart. He had no idea what the hell that thing was, he had no way to even describe what he was looking at beyond huge and pointy, and that was all he could gather from the initial silhouette.

The worst part was, it filled up the whole tunnel. There was no getting around it. He was trapped. Like... Some kind of small thing in a trap. He'd been hunted before, but confronted with this huge creature that snuffled at him, he felt distinctly like prey. Was he gonna get eaten?!

Out of the sheer stress of the situation he was in, he could feel his body trying to ignite. 'Trying' being the key word, because he was running on empty at this point and any strength his powers had before were completely shot in his current weakened state. The occasional lick of flame would crawl up his body, flutter into the air and promptly die, but for the most part he just huddled against the back wall, shaking and sparking.

Mystic

The hulking thing tilts its head the other direction, blinking once as it regards him. Another rumbling sound comes from its chest.

…it leans forward slowly, taking a cautious step into the hole. The giant claws on the forelimb sink into the soft dirt.

Another step. It’s so big that each step crosses nearly four feet of distance. The spines- which appear to be some sort of silver-colored plates, once the sunlight is no longer directly shining on them- scrape faintly against the ceiling of the den. Bits of earth shower down the spines with the sound of a chain link fence, landing on the floor of the burrow with a drizzle of sand. A long tail of similar plates drags behind it, curling slightly at the end as they get closer.

The thing pauses as embers and sparks flicker at his skin. It blinks some more, looking at him curiously. It leans in, sniffing.

Then it recoils back, muzzle scrunching up in- disgust? That was a very palpable expression of disgust on that inhuman face. They stick their tongue out at him, huffing a snort out of their shiny black nose. It shakes its head. Another rumble, and it- backs up? A heavy breath, in and out.

Wait- was that a sigh? Did this thing just fucking sigh at him?

It turns around, leaving him to face a veritable wall of pinecone scales, and starts trundling back out of the hole.

Spooky

He curled up in as little of a ball as he possibly could the closer it got to him, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt its nose get close enough to sniff him.

However, instead of the sensation of teeth sinking into his flesh, the snout suddenly withdrew. He peeked up through his fingers as it reacted with disgust. There was little space with the creature in there with him, so he continued to hug close to the dirt wall as the creature turned around and another veritable wall of heavy armored plates moved past him with about a foot to spare. Soon the den emptied out as it moved back up the tunnel and out.

...What just happened?

Fuck it, he didn't care. He was so relieved that he fell back to the ground and glowing tears spilled from his eyes despite being in limited supply at this point. He needed a moment.

Eventually he regathered enough strength to climb back out of the den. He couldn't tell what time it was for the life of him. The sky was partially dark but whether it was dawn or dusk he had no fucking clue. Either way the light, as limited as it was, hurt his eyes after he'd been underground for days, and he was forced to squint.

His body still felt clunky and hard to move, but he had to get to that fucking water, so he forced his protesting limbs to move. It felt like he almost had to walk on all fours half the time to avoid falling over, but whatever worked. At this point he felt like if he fell over, that would be it for him. There were a few points where it felt like he couldn't go on, and he might've slumped to the earth and eaten some grass off the ground- it was kind of a blur honestly- but somehow by some miracle that familiar building came into sight, and that tree, and those food tubes.

He plunked down next to the pond, and had a very strange moment in which, despite being deathly afraid to get his face near the water before, thirst seemed to take over and the next thing he knew he was leaning down with his hands gripping the sides of the pond and his face practically half submerged, greedily gulping down water like... Well, his life DID depend on it.

Mystic

The water was nectar from heaven. It soothed his throat, which had cracked and ached from the ashy paper dust. Not even the sweet sticky water from the weird hanging tubes had tasted this good, or eased the pain of thirst quite this well. Even the cold temperature didn’t deter him- if anything, it felt even better! Steam puffed out of his mouth every time he had to stop to take a breath.

Nothing attacked, assaulted, or ambushed him while he drank his fill. The pond was empty, with no surprise fish people waiting for him. He could drink in peace.

By the time he’s finished, the pond water level is noticeably lower, about an inch or two. Steam is curling up into the air around him from wherever water touched his heated skin in the fervor to drink.

…his limbs feel sore. Sitting down by the water’s edge felt so nice, even though he was very exposed right now. The desperation to sate his thirst overrode self-preservation for the time being.

…hm?

He smelled something. Something- good.

Even though his stomach was feeling a bit waterlogged, it cramped in protest. He was still hungry, and whatever that smell was, it was making him hungrier.

The smell wafted from something sitting on the porch of the house. A flat white disc, with some kind of- something he didn’t recognize. He didn’t recognize a lot of things.

Spooky

He moved closer to inspect the food. It looked like a piece of meat of some kind, with little speckles of something on top of it... There were some sliced-up lumps of something else that were kind of light brown and yellow-ish, and something that looked like tiny green trees. There were some little metal instruments placed down by the white disc, but he ignored them and picked up one of the tiny trees between his thumb and pointer finger and looked at it curiously.

He could recognize this as human food easily enough- it smelled too good to not be. He wasn't sure what it was, but food was food, and he dug right in.

He was so hungry that the food disappeared before he had much of a chance to really taste it, but like the cooked patties he'd managed to snag before, what he could taste of it was so good compared to what he'd been scavenging that it nearly made his eyes roll up in his head. Sure, he'd been taking food from the town, but they seemed able to prepare the food in a way that it was even better somehow... The meat was especially good, having an interesting flavor along with it that he guessed was the stuff sprinkled on it?

Either way, the food was gone quickly and he picked up the white disc, licking it clean.

Mystic

Once the food has all vanished into the furnace that was his gullet, he finally has the opportunity to sit and think without being plagued by demanding organs and various pains.

If that was human food, why was it left out? Surely not to feed any of the animals about. He'd glimpsed people in this place chase off fluffier grey animals with ringed tails from their trash cans or their own food discs. Could those be the 'raccoons' everybody complained about?

This food was left out with the intention to feed a person. But- he'd never seen anybody besides the weird fish-person go into or out of that house. And the only person who went anywhere near the property was-

-him.

...was the food meant for him? And if it was, why?

Was it- bait?

Spooky

He put the disc back down, unease settling in. They had seen him the last time, so they knew he'd been getting food here. But at the same time, it didn't make sense to him why they would leave more food out after knowing he was taking it. The only other possibility he could think of was that it was that person's food and they just forgot it outside... But who would actually do that?

It felt like maybe this was some kind of attempt to trick him, but to what end he had no clue. It wasn't like any traps had sprung and captured him, and there was plenty opportunity for that to happen.

...

Ah shit, that's right, he was in the open! His eyes turned upwards and scanned the sky for any sign of camera drones, but there weren't any. Just open sky, and the high branches of trees. Still, not wanting to take any chances, he retreated back towards the forest.

He could try to figure this out once he was somewhere safer.

~*~

Previous | Chapter Index | Next

[slimethewalkingdisaster]

Description: The creature in question looks and dresses like a cave man/woman (or Neanderthal) of varying skin tones except for their glowing pink eyes, brightly colored hair, colored spots, and dripping/melting in appearance skin.

They're usually seen only at night and, upon noticing they've been spotted, they flee—either by crawling up the wall or by melting into a drain. Leaving no evidence that they were even there save for whatever graffiti they've left behind.

They communicate mostly through grunts and other sounds and are known to be skittish around uninjured humans but, interestingly enough if they spot an injured human or animal they tend to do their best to give assistance. Especially if the person or animal in question is a youngling or an elderly.

They are passive creatures who have sightings dating back to ancient times all over the world and have different names in different places. They have also been documented as friends of the 'Never-weres.'

They paint with the hair on their hands and through the paint they seem to breath/spit out.

[kolanaki]

I've never shared this with anyone before, but watching spooky stuff for October has had me remembering it again after years of not thinking about it. Sometime between 7th and 9th grade, I saw something that I cannot explain and has freaked me the fuck out ever since. I really didn't expect anyone to believe me then, and I really don't expect anyone to now but I need to get it off my chest to maybe get it off my mind.

I had woken up around 3 in the morning thirsty as hell, so I groggily got up, grabbed my cup off my night stand and went downstairs to get some water. I barely had my eyes open until I was standing in front of the fridge and only opened them to make sure the ice was set to cubed as my mom would always leave it on crushed. I immediately noticed a dull, amber light illuminating the kitchen from the window in front of the sink.

The nearest street lamp on the street behind my house was a few houses down and didn't really reach the kitchen from the angle it was relative to it, so I turned around to see where this light was coming from and as soon as I saw it I reflexively backed into the fridge and slipped falling onto my ass. I just sat there stunned and scared shitless because what I saw was nothing of this world I've seen or read about.

I managed to get the courage to slowly crouch and peer over the island counter I was currently behind to get a better look. In my backyard were two *things* seemingly looking for something. They had large, lumpy heads (or at least it was a prominent part of the top of the body) that were translucent and emitting the amber light. Stuff was floating around in the head but I couldn't make out more than black silhouettes against the light.

They had no eyes that I could discern, but they had mouths with puffy, puckered, reddish lips that a long, pointed blue or black (hard to tell with the orangish light) tongue would occasionally flick out and lick the air; like a snake "sniffing." I couldn't tell if they had a real body or if from the "neck" of the creature was only tendrils. They had several long appendages that seemed specialized with different "hands," some of which looked like they could have been technological tools as they had somewhat recognizable man-made shapes such as a drill on one and an infrared thermometer on another.

The one further from the window I thought had what looked like a metallic backpack on but before I could really look at any detail I might have gleamed in the amber light, the one closest to the window slapped one of its "arms" against the window with a "hand" of a dozen or more smaller, worm-like fingers all wriggling against the glass, and I'll never forget the sound it made as it probed the window. A light, meaty slapping and streaking sound as they bumped and slithered across it.

That's when I had had enough and slowly crawled on my butt staying as low as I could back out of the kitchen, down the hall and out of sight of the window before standing up and bolting back to my room, locking the door behind me and pushing my dresser in front of the window. I just sat on my bed huddled in the corner of the wall watching the window until I could see the sunlight peeking through behind the dresser before I finally passed out.

When I woke later in the afternoon, before the sun had gone down I went into the backyard to see if anything was out of place and I couldn't find anything weird. Not a mark in the dirt, not any residue on the glass where that thing has rubbed it, nothing. I've searched online for cryptids or even alien encounters that match what I saw and have never come up with anything even remotely close. I don't know what the fuck those things were, and I am not even entirely sure they are a threat but it makes me feel extremely uneasy knowing that they exist.

[puppetmaster13u]

Meet my Boi

Jacob lives in a bit of a crazy world where he’s not exactly surprised to get bitten by some sort of monstrous spider thing. His city is a bit mutated anyway, with biological attacks happening almost weekly and who knows what crawling through the sewers. Hence the face and gas masks- which helps hide the pedipalps anyway. 

He’s a bit of a cryptid, becoming more openly so as he learns to accept himself, spidery-bits and all. His first suit is more human-leaning, mostly with whatever lost and leftover medical and military supplies he can scrounge up, seeing as he’s borderline living on the streets before meeting his mentors to-be. 

His second suit, he’s starting to let out his less human appendages, openly using them when before no one was sure as to if there was some sort of creature running around the streets or if it was a vigilante. This is also when more people start referring to them as Spiderhawk and not just “that thing” or “the shadow”. 

The third suit, he starts to fully lean into the name the city gave him, adding ‘feathers’ to his cape and mimicking a bird tail in a piece. Combined with web-slinging, and he does look like he’s flying. Not to mention the fact he has a habit of skittering up walls backwards whenever he’s cornered or wants out of a situation. 

Like most Spidermen, he of course has the spidey-sense, though it’s more obvious whenever he’s aware thanks to the hair on his limbs visually bristling. His webbing is also biological, though by the third suit he adds on some mechanical storage. This has resulted in him... eating some of the old webbing when he’s low on food, much like an actual spider to save energy. 

He can also climb up walls and ceilings, though is overwhelmed through most things if he uses his hands, resulting in him using his spider-limbs more often without realizing and then getting upset when he realizes what he’s doing. In his first suit he practically bound his legs to his back, being absolutely terrified that he’d use them and get taken to some lab or something. 

He’s actually venomous, which he discovers after biting someone and becoming more than a little traumatized. He later became more traumatized (and disgusted by his own body) when he started to molt like a spider, leaving behind bloody chunks. This is also when he lost his canines and sprouted his first fangs, which is about when he stole the face masks and gas mask.  Technically everyone is supposed to have one due to the common attacks in the city, but there’s also a high homeless population that does not get those things. This of course also results in a very high crime rate, also not helped by several corrupt people high up. 

A lot of his stuff is stolen or scrounged up from the streets, helped along by one of his mentors being an almost professional thief. This does however mean that he struggles with smaller morals and won’t deal with minor crime like robbers- as long as they follow the ‘Rules’ of the streets.  This of course also doesn’t help with people not even being sure of his existence and treating most reports like a cryptid sighting. 

Part of his weakness is a higher metabolism, not helped in the beginning by living on streets where there’s not much food to be spared. His vision is also much better than a human’s, but this can also be used against him, temporarily blinding him with sudden light.  Especially in the beginning when he got overwhelmed by feeling vibrations- which is why he wore gloves in the beginning for all but his final suit(s). He does eventually learn to use this to his advantage- mostly trapping his ‘Den’ as another street kid had put it- similar to a trapdoor spider or tarantula. 

His first ‘casual’ outfit was actually a thing he won from doing underground cage fights, which was originally how he got by before it was busted. Which everyone is pissed about because the ones run by those in high places are never touched despite the fact that they pay the fighters way less, if anything at all. 

This actually leads to what starts him on his ‘spiderman’ journey, which is quite literally breaking into a police station to get his fellow street kids out. Which spirals because not only are a few missing- including the person who ran the fights and made sure everyone got medical attention and everything- but the local military are then trying to find whoever broke in and are shaking down any homeless person for whatever they might’ve seen. 

I am thinking of making a spiderverse/spidersona of sorts in a Gotham-esque city. Just a pessimistic lil feral cryptid shit who will bite and hiss because the city he lives in is an utter shithole, but it's still home.

Also. I want to give him spider legs on his back so he can skitter up buildings for peak creachur vibes.

[letsmcfreackingloseit]

Ok, I have been dead for long enough-

Hello everyone! I hope the holidays have been fun and that all of you are looking forward for the new year!

I for one have been fighting for my life with this little animation/animatic for the Cryptid Sightings au. I’m still not quite satisfied with it, but at some point you gotta say “enough is enough” especially when you’re working with windows old MovieMaker as your editing program because you’re an old cheapskate who refuses to buy a proper animation program

But anyway! Naff I really freaking love this au and I can’t wait to see more of it! I thought this classic vine would fit the au, so I hope you like it ;D 

As always; Cryptid Sightings is an au and story written by lovely @naffeclipse which you can read here! Moon’s design is just his normal look and Y/N’s design is a bit of a twist from my side ‘cause I’m quirky like that ;P

Cheers and an early Happy new year to all of you!

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Horror

I just want to take Danny, our funky little ghost boy, and I want to use him as a catalyst for horror. I want to turn up the weirdness, that cryptid energy, that eldritch spooky boy stuff, and I want to sic him on DC characters that aren’t exactly ready to handle that

I want to release a feral Phantom in Gotham, hungering, bestial, and on the prowl for those members of the Bats that smell deliciously of death. It’s hard to get a good look at it, the shadows seem to cling to the thing, but the Bats that encounter it remember it’s hungry snapping jaws and too many teeth

I want a building that thieves and gangsters avoid like the plague. It’s cursed they say, anyone who goes in never comes out the same. Whatever is in there, it’s never described the same way twice, the only thing consistent is its glowing green eyes

I want a Danny who knows too much, things he couldn’t possibly know. Tim wants to know HOW he knows. He says all he does is listen, he could show Tim if he really wanted to learn. It’s all fine until Tim starts hearing the whispers.

I want a grief stricken Bruce seeing a boy who looks way too much like Jason, only to lose sight of him moments later. Jason’s funeral was just a week before, Bruce knows his son is in the ground. He’s inclined to think it’s just a coincidence, but then he sees him again, and again. He never manages to catch up to him, and anytime he checks the cameras, there is no boy. Is he going mad?

There’s a boy in the walls of Wayne Manor, Damian is sure of it. He hasn’t seen him, but he’s heard him, crawling and scuttling about  between walls and through old passageways, some of which have been bricked off for years. His family wants to believe him, but no matter how many times they look, they never find anything. 

I want to use Danny as a method to scare and traumatize DC characters. Specifically Batman characters since that’s what I’m most familiar with. I just love making him a freaky dude and I want to write so many things just letting him be a freaky little dude

[dimepdf]

★  𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋, 𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘, 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋. + 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 & 𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. how your boyfriend would react to you calling him pretty .

─── ☆ notes. first time ever writing anything for csm i've never seen the show tho i'm too afraid that i wont like the voice actor or Angel Devil and will get the ick i need more Angel Devil fics in my life, so i just made my own .

─── ☆ length. 1.9k (16 mins) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, gender neutral reader(doesn't describe readers genital), head cannons, established relationship, sub!angel, wing kink, massages, praise kink, sub!aki, oral sex (m), pet names, cowgirl , whiny men, whimpering, vocal sex, biting, dry humping, grinding | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

AKI HAYAKAWA !

Aki doesn't have many relaxing days dealing with his career path, it was a surprise that he even had time to have a committed relationship knowing that his life was on the line 24/7 dealing with what he had to deal with after every clock-in.

You hadn't blamed him for his inexperience, instead finding it cute that his little tough guy persona would crumble every time it came to exploring the sexual part of your relationship.

He had his rational fears when it came to sex, but the one that would always stick to the back of his head like a bright neon cue sign would be his fear of finishing too quickly.

His fear would only be smothered by your complete ability to not give the poor man a lick of mercy under the sheets, practically milking all that you could get out of him before he would be panting like he won a marathon.

Taking all control from him the minute you stepped into the bedroom it was admirable how easily Aki would melt at your ability to have him at his knees for you.

“Can I give you a blowjob Aki?” The question had sprung out of the blue in a usual bored tone. Lying spread on the floor resting against the carpet playing with one of the loose hems of the cushions on the ground.

You hadn't had to face your boyfriend who stood in the kitchen washing the dishes to know what his flustered expression looked like, knowing already that you had wiped that scowling resting expression right off his face as he cleared his throat. “I mean, if you want to, I wouldn't mind.” the sound of water running from the sink came to a halt, as he sets away the last dish to dry wiping his hands dry and glancing at you.

“Do you wanna move to the bedroom or?”

“No, I'm too lazy.” You sigh, flipping to your stomach and crawling closer just enough to tug him by the belt loop of his pants. “Let me suck it here,” Aki concluded that he would never get used to your boldness, exhaling at the sight of you on your knees fumbling so eagerly with his zipper hands searching out for his dick as you released his length from the waistband of his briefs.

“I swear sometimes you're insane.” Aki chuckles trying to hide the dizziness in his tone as your hand strokes him from the hilt, the dryness of your palm making him grunt as his dick reacts.

“Oh yeah?” You coo, smiling up at him. “Maybe if you weren't so pretty.” Aki shivers at the compliment, his blood running hot by the instant as he whimpers from your touch.

The noise alone deepened your smirk, watching him unfold slowly from your knees. “You think I'm pretty?”

“You're the prettiest boy I've ever seen, Aki.” you hum, dragging your tongue on the underside of his dick wetting him up enough for your hand to stroke him without much of a hassle.

“You're just saying that,” he whines stumbling against the counter, holding the edge on for dear life as you twist and squeeze him.

“Want me to prove it?”

He should have said no, Aki should have just let you spit out any cheesy little pet name that you could manage to knock around in that cryptid little brain of yours and moved on as you sucked the soul out of him through his dick but no he just had to taunt you.

Riling you open was like opening pandora's box he should have known the second he was ready to cum with your tongue wrapped around his dick and hand fondling his balls his knees were about to give out hands sweating as they gripped the countertop only for you to pull away and drag him to the bedroom by the collar of shirt what you were about to do to him.

Lying on the bed with his arm swung over his face, nails digging into the pillows as each time you bounced on his dick with no mercy he would whine out your name like a plea.

Aki was convinced you were a demon. You had to be with the amount of stamina that would course through your veins being fueled but his pathetic moans and whimpers.

He was a mess, having you edge him repeatedly you had recognized what every twitch and fidget meant enough to prolong his orgasm for so long Aki felt like he was melting into the mattress by now.

“Just cum inside me, I know you want to.” You had the nerve to taunt him as if he would ever reject such an offer, kissing small little bruises all across his torso as you rode him getting off purely on him slowly, even more of a mess under you.

Aki was one to always follow commands exactly when they came from you in that tone of voice, letting his body relax as you rode him all the way to his orgasm biting in his arm to keep himself from shouting out as he let go inside of you.

You continued to grind against him, watching your boyfriend as his hips greedily against your muscles twitching, crying out your name, just the sight alone was enough for you to fall in love with him all over again. “You look so pretty right now Aki.”

ANGEL DEVIL !

There was just something so rightfully possessive about having a partner that only you could touch, your thoughts weren't always naive and innocent.

You knew the effect you had over him, the way his eyes would widen how he would fidget under your touch.

If it weren't for the violent and demanding nature of your job you would have had the demon all spread out against your mattress begging your name for hours on end just to see his cute little face all blushed and bothered.

A free day off like this where Aki wasn’t breathing down your neck about training over there was no demon to kill for the sake of a shitty paycheck, you would spend your time bothering Angel with some nature coupley hangout stuff all tucked and snuggled up in your apartment.

He had sat on the edge of the mattress, eyes barely open as he had fallen trance to whatever baking show he had switched onto the Tv, rocking a major bedhead and shirtless to let his wings breathe without much of the hassle.

Wearing a matching pajama bottom set, plaid dark green pants snug against your waist, sitting against the headboard scrolling through your phone when an idea popped into your head.

With a smirk you crawled behind Angel, settling just behind him and resting your chin against his shoulder.

The hybrid hadn't thought much of the gesture, his attention still simply glued to his show instead tilting his head to the side to have you better snuggled against him.

And then your hands started to wander.

Angel knew that he never should have trusted your lingering fingers, the way they start from around his hips dragging up to his ribs.

The warmth of your skin against his enticed an exhale from his lungs. There was just something so relaxing about the brush of your fingers against his skin that made him feel so loved.

But then you get cocky, his shoulders instantly tensing up feeling your hands comb through the outer layer of his feathers, gently massaging the bone structure of his wings.

Sparks shot up his spine with every tingle, his lips pressing tightly together at the brush of your chuckle against his neck knowing exactly what you were doing to him. “Don’t—” you kiss against the sweet spot against his neck, his protest being cut quickly by a shaky breath before ducking away from your lips.

His hand pushed your face away, the other covering his face as it began to glow a new tint of pink, “ah I just wanna make you feel relaxed honey.”

You taunt swiping away his hand instead wrapping the arm around your neck to pull his front face into your chest.

Angel hadn't bothered to wiggle out of the hug instant melting farther into your touch as your hand combed through his feathers watching with a smile as each brush left his wings twitching for more.

“Doesn't it feel good?” paired with the small whines muffled from your chest to the way his fist clenched onto the back of your t-shirt, you had him squirming against your touch.

Angel flinches as your fingers lower to the inner part of his wings, just where they met to connect to his spine. Needing the muscle enticing a pitched noise from his throat you could only assume it felt so good seeing him shudder a moment of silence passing through before you could finally connect the dots.

Leaning back trying to get a glimpse of his face, Angel punches you right in the torso, the hit not carrying much force but enough to knock you on your back. “Did you just–”

“Shut the hell up.” the male hissed glaring at you through his thick lashes, his frown only deepening as you laugh at the sight of his erection tight against his pants. While he sat and pouted you had managed to yank Angel onto your lap straddling your hips as he shoved your hands away from his wings and crossed his arms. “I hate you.”

You laugh even harder seeing his wings flare up, managing to spread almost to their full width if it hadn't been for the shoebox of a bedroom you had.

Nonetheless, the sight of him on top of you was more than enough to ignite the flame festering below.

“What, I can't touch my pretty boyfriend?” You cooed, grinding your lower half into his ass.

Angel’s glaring expression shifted to something softer knowing how easily he would give into pet names you were willing to use your best cards tonight.

The way he looks down at you would've been enough to drive any sane person crazy.

The blown dark pupils peeking through his thick lashes and pouty pink lips silently begging for your kiss the bright halo that glowed just inches away from his head would have been enough to convince you that you had finally died and gone to heaven.

“It feels weird…too sensitive.”

You adjust him a bit more forward, hands resting against his slim hips to give you enough space to grind against him without much placement bother.

His cheeks only became more flushed as you smiled up at him as if you were doing absolutely nothing wrong, “aren't I always gentle baby?”

Your hands move from his hips reaching his wings only for Angel to brush the feathers into a different position instead encase them around you both closer to your reach. His arms uncrossing to lean his weight forward, his hand resting against your torso to help him balance more.

His fingers tremble against your chest as yours brushes through his feathers, his head tilted to the side ignoring making any sense of eye contact like his erection wasn't throbbing against your lower stomach.

Your hips shifting up from the mattress Angel shivers, biting his lip to keep from whimpering out like he was in heat. Your touch was so stimulating as your fingers touched all his sweet spots. “J–just let me put it inside already.”

You smile at his begging, watching his hands free his dick from the waistband of his pants eagerly. “Maybe I should touch your wings more often.”

🔖 empty??

tap here or comment to be added to taglist.

[thefrathousesystem]

" Alright gentlemen, we've been picking up activity of a shipment being transported by an illegal organization and it is said to be heading to this certain address. Two teams will be dispatched and already the first team have left to their designated location. You four will be sent to a safehouse and it is up to you four to keep an eye on the house throughout the week. " He locks eyes on you as you listen. " It should be obvious by now, but you are being sent on this mission for espionage. Your skills will come in handy, as you are to plant bugs in the house and listen in on their conversations about this shipment. " " Yes sir. " You nod, grinning underneath your mask. You love this part of your job, being able to sneak in and out undetected. " Okay, the helicopter is getting ready on the tarmac, go and pack up before you all head out. Be sure to change out of your gear too. Good luck men. " You made it quick to pack up a bag of essentials and your own personal set of bugs to plant, having switched out of your gear for more casual clothing to blend in with the crowd. - - - (Quick lil depiction of Cryptid in civilian mode)

(No face mask in sight.) - - - When you step out of your room, in full civilian mode, you look around and instantly meet eyes with Gaz who freezes. For the past month you've been wearing black clothing with a hood and a face mask, so this is the first time he's seen you without a single piece of black clothing aside from your sleeves under your button-up shirt. All you do is smile and walk off, leaving him shocked and heavily surprised. Soap walks past him before stopping and looking at his expression. " The hell's gotten into you? " " I... you'll see. " The four of you head to the helicopter, and Soap instantly realizes what Gaz meant since he can't stop staring at you with wide eyes as you sit in front of him. Ghost is the last to get in, closing the door of the helicopter in his civvies and sitting next to Soap before looking at you as well. You can tell by the look in his eyes that he didn't expect you to look this good. Of course, you don't say anything. Eventually you four get to the airport after taking a car ride after the helicopter ride, getting all the usual airplane stuff out of the way. It takes a good 12 hours to get to your destination, and all the while you've been reading a manga in Japanese with Gaz sitting next to you. There was no way in hell you'd go on a 12-hour airplane ride without anything to read. - - - When the four of you enter the house after landing, you all do rock paper scissors on who's sleeping where as there are only two rooms and four of you guys. It's already clear that Ghost and Soap are sleeping in one room together so really it was just you versus Gaz. He managed to win all three rounds so he of course has this grin on his face. " Sorry mate, looks like it's the couch for you. " " Yeah well at least I don't have to hear these two snore. " You smugly grin at him, expecting him to be mad about it but really all you get is him blushing. Gaz. Fucking Gaz. Blushing. " Ohhhh? Can't handle it when I smile? " He looks away with more blush crawling onto his cheeks. " Fuck off, I'm just... exhausted, yeah that's the word. " " Suuuure, whatever you say. " You pick up your bag full of your espionage shit and sit at the table, immediately getting to work while Soap takes first watch of the house across the street, peeking through the blinds with binoculars. Little do you know, while you're tinkering away with the devices needed for tonight's first phase of the mission, you're humming a song absentmindedly with Gaz still looking at you. He's busy with cleaning his weapons at the table too, but he can't stop staring at you. Meanwhile, Ghost is just looking between him and you before grabbing Soap's attention for a second to also look at the increasing gay tension between you two. Finally Gaz says something. " Hey Cryptid, what are you humming? " " Hm? Oh, uh... hell if I know, I just do it sometimes. " " Sounded a lot like Katy Perry's TGIF. You sing? " " Probably better than you do, why are you asking? " " Maaaybe because I'm curious? " " Okay that's fair. " You look up from what you're doing and stand up, stretching a bit. " Well you got me talking, what do you want to know about me? " Gaz chuckles a bit. " Where do I begin? Uhh... y'know what, I want to know why you've been creeping everyone out for the past month. " " Easy, to fuck with everyone. It's how I got my code name. Anything else? " " What's your real name? " " It's Shiro Hasegawa, but tell anyone and I'll cut your tongue out while you sleep. " Ghost decides to stand at the table and join the conversation too. " Alright, my turn. What's with the tattoos? You look like a doll. " " It was a dare I took literally, back when I was in college. Mama didn't raise no bitch so I got a whole body tattoo to my friends' horror. " You put everything back as you talk. " Next question. " " How'd you lose your eye? You don't have to answer this. "

Under the light of the Full Moon.

(Japanese mythology meets Call of Duty, an AU.)

Normally, when someone hears the term 'Mythology', they'd think about creatures they'd find in fables and legends like dragons, demons, spirits and so on. No one knows if these creatures exist, let alone the gods and goddesses of every culture... but you do. You don't really go by your name which you keep a secret, but everyone you know calls you Cryptid. Why? Well there's a whole list to go through to explain. For starters, you're able to move your body in twitchy and creepy ways like the way the nurses from Silent Hill move, as well as make unnerving bone cracking sounds to add that extra layer of creepiness. In addition to that, you have a whole body tattoo that resembles that of a doll with movable joints in the fingers, wrists, elbows, shoulders, back, neck and so on. Aside from that, you're incredibly flexible and can fold yourself perfectly into a box, and yes you've gone trick-or-treating as an amazon package before. Your footsteps are as quiet as a mouse, you're capable of many hidden talents you keep secret simply for fun, and you're capable of throwing off so many people. Appearance-wise you fit the stereotypical look of an outcast of society who seems creepy but is 'misunderstood', heavily introverted and timid around everyone while being easily intimidated by anyone who looks at you. However, that's not the case. You're quite the social butterfly and you love to trick people, especially after they confirm that you're this innocent and misunderstood introverted bean. One moment you easily sneak out of a public setting and stay by yourself, the next you're drunk off your ass singing Katy Perry's 'Last Friday Night' to the pleasant surprise of your friends. Sadly though, you and your friends were separated. Why? Because you're also an SAS soldier. You're a special case though, you are an excellent stealth soldier with exceptional fighting skills and fitting in the smallest of spaces to gather intel without making a single sound. COs have fought tooth and nail for you but the only one who won the fight was Captain John Price. Normally a new face would arrive via helicopter and meet the team in the breakroom at the base, but this time, you met them a different way. - - - You arrived in a box. A simple box among other boxes full of equipment with your codename labeled on your gear. Price had led the team into the lounge room and showed off every box, letting everyone look inside and admire the weapons, gear labeled with the name 'Cryptid' on them, and even some basic clothing. Of course there are a few boxes labeled 'DO NOT OPEN' so they weren't opened, until they got to your box. It's a simple medium-sized box without any holes in it so it's incredible how you breathed through the whole shipping process, which you won't tell anyone how. One would assume it'd be heavy if a whole-ass human was in it, but it was decently light. You feel Price pick up the box and gently place it on the floor away from the other boxes, gathering everyone's attention as he cuts the tape keeping you inside with a knife and steps away. Had it not been for the face mask you're wearing, everyone would tell you're grinning as your hand opens the flaps of the boxes and gently feels around the floor before sounds of cracking and popping bones echoes out as your arms and legs twist and bend when you get out of the box. In a few minutes, you're standing upright and stretching yourself out before you open your one eye and look at everyone. Only three people are wearing masks but the rest share the same look of shock, surprise and fear. Price proceeds to stand next to you, crossing his arms with a chuckle. " This is Cryptid, I've heard great things about his feats and knew he'd be a perfect fit for our team so I expect each of you to welcome him. He's one of us now. " Normally the others would introduce themselves but you know exactly who they are. Before any of them spoke, you address each and every one of them. " Ghost. Gaz. Soap. Konig. Horangi. Alejandro. Rodolfo. Roach. "

[naffeclipse]

Would you like to ramble on about some scenes that you wanted to add to a story and in the end you deleted for one reason or another? This question was sent for it! I'm happy to read the things that happened during your writing process

Okay, now I can get into very early ideas/scenes for Cryptid Sightings that never got to see the light of day until now!

When Y/N found Vanessa, I was aiming for Y/N to be oblivious to the demonic possession and run right for her to hug her before pulling back with a pain in their middle. They realize that Vanessa just stabbed them. This, however, was a very early concept as it didn't work with Y/N being a good cryptid hunter and putting all the clues together and Glitchtrap wanting a fresh vessel.

A possible reveal idea was Y/N catching Eclipse in the act of killing a rule breaker and ripping out the rule breaker's heart, but Y/N was, somehow, able to do this without Eclipse realizing they were there and slipping away. This would have led to Y/N struggling to keep composure when Eclipse came back and stressing about the demonic cryptid in their presence as they bided their time to figure out how to take them down, with a main focus on the boys' growing suspicious over Y/N's anxiety and sudden withdrawal. This was scrapped as it ultimately didn't work with Y/N as a character or the logic of the boys not immediately figuring it out right away, too.

A cannibal cryptid I ended up trading out for Shoh for the episode.

The scene towards the end of Chapter 11 (The Episode Of Glowing Eyes Part 2) originally had the boys' deleting Vanessa's message from Y/N's phone in the name of preventing more stress for their heart (and a general distaste for Vanessa) but I scraped that due to it feeling much too harsh and invasive for the boys.

I wrote a scene from Vanessa's POV that I had fully intended to place at the start of Chapter 17 (The Episode Bedeviling Bodies Part 1) but I decided against putting it in in order to keep up the suspense, however, you can read it down below if you'd like!

The Introduction Scene of Vanessa

Warnings for vomiting, body horror, and possession.

Before They Met

In the empty, expansive parking lot of Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex, Vanessa stares at the neon lit entrance in the pitch dark. She frowns during her scrutiny of the facility. In her lap sits a crossbow, already loaded with a silver, glinting bolt. She clutches her phone in one hand.

There are no stars tonight. There is no one else but her.

The faint lights of her truck’s dashboard illuminates the interior of her vehicle, casting a low glow onto the golden Bonnie plushie tucked into the middle console. Blood colors one floppy ear. She glances at it as her jaw clenches before she taps on her phone, the screen brilliant and washing her in white. 

The last place she had left off was her email app. The simple message threatens her with a weapon that does not scare her.

Cease your current investigation or your employmentment contract will be terminated. —F.E.I.

Fazbear Entertainment Incorporated knows that she knows. She tastes disgust and fury. They send hunters out to kill these things—they’re hiding one in the bowels of one of their children’s play places. 

She saw the signs: missing kids, sightings that led her directly to the bear mascot’s doors, unexplained blood in the few places she could sneak into before bots or human staff caught her and sent her away.

They will not protect this cryptid. Whatever it is, she will eliminate it. She will cut ties with F.E.I. and then warn you—she’ll reach you first. You two don’t need this corrupted company. Hunting’s in your blood, she told you just as much, and you two will continue to kill the monsters.

She finds your name in the messages app, familiar and laced with solace. She types in a careful crawl. She doesn’t know how much F.E.I. monitors their employees' phones but she doesn’t want to alarm you, or make them suspect that she’s going to meet you after this is finished. She won’t let you catch their attention.

She writes that she’s investigating a cryptid sighting. It’s getting bloody. You know how these hunts go. 

She sends it to you. Stuffing her phone away, she opens the truck door, fixes her backpack over her shoulders with a quiet clatter from holy water bottles, and holds her crossbow close. She pulls out the detector with her other hand. Slamming the truck door closed with an elbow, she studies the radar and the quiet beep that echoes.

The creature is inside. It is unaware of its impending demise.

Crossing the shiny black pavement, she hurries like a phantom. Vanessa stands before the entrance. The neon almost hurts her eyes.

She’ll obliterate this child-killing cryptid, and any others that F.E.I. is hiding away.

She breaks the door with a sharp hit from the hilt of her weapon. Glass shatters. She steps over it, boots crunching, and enters the pizzaplex.

*

Vanessa stumbles from the black bletch of smoke, scraping against the broken door of glass, shredding her arm in thin, bloody scratches, before she stumbles onto the pavement. Heat rises. The fire burns in the belly of the pizzaplex.

She collapses onto hands and knees. Her weapons gone, the last of her holy water consumed—she convulses, her back arching before she vomits clear blessed liquid and thick mucus of a dreaded violet sheen. Black ooze drips from her nostrils, fills her eyes with black tears, and drips from her ears.

There is no more protecting her.

My vessel, reluctant follower.

You will serve me well.

She cannot scream.