#And then there's my eldritch cryptids in the background

[rainewintersnow]

Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop SCREEEEEEEE pop pop pop pop

pop pop pop pop pop

[kiggicat]

walk with us

[suzukiblu]

Five headcanons for Plot Bunny, for “a fake cryptid and a real romantic”.

Listen. LISTEN. Tim is not in any way a magic-user, okay? Just gtfo, Constantine, let him do his perfectly normal detective work here. The Batman is handling Gotham and HE is handling the Batman. No they DON’T need help with the magic thing!! He is a ROBIN, he doesn’t need MAGIC to–okay fine JASON was a magic-user, yes, obviously, but Dick just made a few Roma charms and took advantage of the occasional superstition here and there, and TIM just OCCASIONALLY summons the Batman and that is ALL, okay? So don’t go getting your weird greasy nicotine-stained magic all over their setup, their setup works as it IS and the Batman HATES it when you summon him ANYWAY, at least let ZATANNA do it, UGH!! 

Superboy has learned that some birds do flight displays as part of courting behaviors and is SUPER hype about that as being a thing he can definitely do for Robin, but mildly confused about how Robin doesn’t actually, like . . . seem to fly himself? Well, maybe he needs to try harder?? Like, to convince him it’s worth it?? He can do that! He can definitely do that! 

Dick left the nest for Bludhaven, which is not Gotham, but oh, how it LOVES him all the same. Bludhaven doesn’t have anything like the Batman in it, but it’s a city alive in its own right, and it is so, so glad to fold its wings around him and give him everything that Gotham gives the Batman. Meanwhile, everyone OUTSIDE Bludhaven: oh god wait is the city-cryptid thing CONTAGIOUS?? Did the Batman MOLT???? WHAT IS HAPPENING WTF IS NIGHTWING, ROBIN WAS BAD ENOUGH, OH GOD ARE THERE GONNA BE EVEN MORE OF THEM–

The Batman is very pleased that his new Robin nests so nicely and is also already stalker-fussing over him and his nice bright plumage from the shadows. He has not QUITE realized Superboy is NOT actually a “new Robin” and is probably going to have a territory dispute with Clark over him while Tim quietly dies of mortification in the background, lbr. Clark is like “Batman, please, I need my clone back” and the Batman is like “fuck off, he’s my ROBIN!!”, except in screechy eldritch hissing. Superboy just appreciates being included. :)

No one has any idea what Pennyworth actually is, including both the Batman and Gotham, and Dick and Tim aren’t TOTALLY sure if Pennyworth is even really a thing that can or could exist separate from the Batman or might, like, be intending to eat them all one day, but Jason understood EXACTLY who and what “Alfie” is.

[hallucinateonpaperspines]

THE MURDER BOARD

Where stories go to die...

hehe just kidding.

Just in case anyone is interested in my writing/stories, this is essentially going to be a list of posts dedicated to background or fun facts about my works.

Of Timelines and Trolleys

Glitching Houses

The CUBE

Inspired by Asks

Raf and JA332's tally board

Sparkling Speak Purpose

Father? *Spoilers*,

Predacon Interactions

Ashlyn and Murder Morals

Ashlyn and Planing

Eldritch?

Ashlyn and Explosions (and Jack too)

Guardian Public Knowledge

Ashlyn Antics

Time Travel to RiD

Mini-Cons

Relics, Relics and the Kids, New Relics,

Trolley Situation

Periods

The Bayverse: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

TFA: Part 1, Part 2,

IDW: Part 1,

AOT: Part 1,

PJO: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

RID: Part 1,

Once Upon A Time

Envoys

Inspired by Asks

Chapter 4 Explained *Spoilers*

Koalas, Platypus, Wombats, and Snakes

Griffin Rock

Envoys and Primes

Reproduction and Sparklings

Aging and Lifespans

Height

Art and Singing

Alcoholism and Spirits

Soundwave

Excretion

The Statue and Propaganda

Stunbolt is Confused

Media and Organics

First Rule of Robot Fight Club

Simmons and Soundwave

Random Rambles

Ratchet is a Cryptid

Butterfly World

Human Mind Meet Data Cylinder

Cybertronian Dreams

Red Dead Redemption 2

[sin-sidejob]

I'm bored. Tell us more about your OC?

I’d love to talk more about her! Especially if it’ll quench your boredom!!

Okay!

Delaney’s mainly shipped with JR but deep in my little heart I have an alt au where she’s paired up with AB Robotus (I’m an absolute SUCKER for inhuman pairings, especially a bond over a mutual hatred)

But regardless, she’s essentially a cliché hot attorney blended with “gives mother / serves cunt” vibes if that makes sense — here to do here job and little else, not the type to fuck around, especially not for shits and giggles. Unapologetically feminine but will not hesitate to rip a bitch apart, physically or verbally.

At work, she’s mainly nose-deep in paperwork from business deals and transactions, like the acquisition of Rightswipe, and the logistical moves of power from Rand and JR as co-CEOs to JR, then to Reagan — etcetera. Her role doesn’t not directly interact with the remainder of the cast, doing background work.

Outside of work however, she’s most likely waiting for the weekend. Her fun nights come Friday night and Saturday, with Sunday being a reset day for her to get her shit done, the self work for the week, etc. Her time outside the office is most likely spent reading, relaxing at home or with her family, or shopping. She invests majority of her money, but a moderate portion she devotes to fashion and looking like she strutted straight off a runway like a 90s Ralph Lauren model.

Additionally, since there’s the theme of conspiracies, the supernatural, and cryptid nonsense, I made my little sona a demon! I’m sticking (for now) with the concept of her as some sort of eldritch creature, using her body as a vessel in some weird cyclical nature born by the ways of the shadow board — something akin to having a “scribe” or agent linked to them, reincarnated through the generations for convenience rather than fully inventing the wheel and trusting it to complete strangers, risking more than they can afford.

Delaney’s ambiguously in her mid 30’s, one of those people that gives easy information on surface level matters for appearances but leaves no traces as to anything deeper, no information available to anyone. So there’s very little the cast know about her personally, just as their lives as very surface level initially before the bonding and duration of both parts of season one. She’s southern, has that heavy drawl that usually comes out when someone else speaks southern or when certain topics are discussed, leaving her accent usually more diluted and moderate.

ALSO some songs I attribute to her, the first was recc’d by @olexxx

Femme Fatale by Coyote Kid

I Want It All by Arctic Monkeys

Short Skirt / Long Jacket by CAKE

Diamonds Are Forever by Sabrina Carpenter

[sincerely-sofie]

Check-in for October 27th, 2023

I spent 3 hours straight working on a single assignment that was meant to take half as long as it did. It took all my brain power to complete it, and I couldn’t get much tangible work on personal projects done as a result. Still got some planning done for business stuff, though. And I’ve been gathering inspiration and references for my dating sim / visual novel project.

The visual novel doesn’t have a premise yet, but I’m building up some creative guidelines to help me generate ideas. I also am planning out some scope limits to keep the size manageable. With NaNoRenO coming up in March, I’m hoping to get all the prep work done at a leisurely but consistent pace over the next few months, then finish up the project over the course of March. That’s very wishful thinking, but you know what they say: “A goal without a plan is just a wish.” And if my wishing and daydreaming about goals is given the planned-out structure of a checklist and schedule, I can maybe, possibly, hypothetically complete this game.

I still need to think of a premise, though, so I better get cracking on that.

I’ve had a few ideas for visuals styles— like making scrapbook-y visuals with collages, journaling ephemera, and paper textures scanned in from real life, combined with actual photos for backgrounds. I’ve also had ideas for atmospheric flair, like typewriter noises playing whenever characters “speak.” Not sure if any of these would appear in my final product when I don't know what the story would even be, but I am very excited either way!

After doing some research on different visual novels, both ones I've played and ones that I've wishlisted or thought looked cool, I've tentatively decided I want to make a wackier sort of visual novel--- one that would preferably be a dating sim of some kind, but I'm not picky. I once drafted the ground work of a cryptid dating sim as a teenager where romance-able options included an angsty gray alien, a spoiled rich boy lizardman, a reverse-spiderman situation heroic vigilante mothman, and an eldritch god named Paul. That project is definitely too big for me to make with my current skillset and patience, so I can't take it on as a project quite yet--- but I can dream.

I'm tempted to make a dating sim based on some OCs in a setting I mentioned previously that is populated by bug people, but that's pretty niche, and I'm honestly not too sure if there's an audience for that sort of thing--- especially if it's essentially an extended inside joke with myself. Even so, I am tempted. So very, very tempted.

One day I will make finalized art of these characters, and everyone will know why they're peak examples of blorbohood.

That being said, I have other ideas that could be adapted to a visual novel or dating sim. One of them involves a tech enthusiast whose computer gets possessed by a malware demon, another details the player going on a blind date with a stereotypical "Hero of Prophecy" fantasy character, and another one is a playable bedtime story. I'll spend some time going through the archives of concepts and try brainstorming some new ones. Still going to need to take it easy for a while--- I've got a busy month coming up with NaNoWriMo, and I don't intend to burn out ahead of that--- but I'll be working on the concepts and required research at a gentle pace!

Seriously, though, fingers crossed on the possibly-completing-a-game thing! I finished a pilot / minimum viable product of an RPG titled Momther a while back and it made me realize I had the chops to actually enjoy game dev as a hobby--- I just have to stay focused and committed, ADHD be darned. If I manage my health well, both mental and physical, that should be nice and doable. I got this!!! Kinda!!! Hopefully!!!

Sincerely, Sofie

[raptor-tooth]

Went through and decided to tag a bunch of my stuff with the world/story they come from. Figured I might elaborate here for a second!

Albeth - A fantasy world that is home to mockeries, harpies, demonic vampires, and more. The main world I have been developing and plan to tell some stories from in the future with my work. Albeth has a wiki that I've been working on to collect all the worldbuilding I have been doing but you can find a lot of it on the tag here!

Something Strange (#SS) - A sort of catch-all world for a lot of other OCs and rp characters of mine. Modern day with various fantasy elements in the background, existing almost in cryptid status. Home of a few werelions, devils, and a necromancer at the moment. Some overlap with Albeth actually in that through runic magic, a couple of mockeries have made their way over as well.

South of Eden (#SoE) - A post-apocalyptic desert world. Few people remain, what few do live in underground bunkers built into natural cave systems. Despite this, nature flourishes outside, living despite the conditions. A parasite has meanwhile made its home above ground and uses humans that refuse to live underground as hosts, turning them into near zombies before they metamorphose into something stranger. The settlement of Eden is the last one standing as multiple have gone dark over the past few years after the parasite breached their biosecurity. (Not much here yet)

Vivarium - Basically an eldritch being has set up a little "ant farm" here, stealing people from across space and time and tossing them into this bubble to see what happens, occasionally shaking it violently also to see what happens. Its an RP server that I run with a friend and I throw characters in there from several of my other worlds. If a post is tagged with Vivarium but the character is from another world, its safe to assume its a version of that character that I have been writing within Vivarium (so an AU of sorts for most of them)

[bad0mens]

Trope Rating game

Tagged by @suspiciouspopsicle!! LET'S GO

rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic? -10 -> very dissuaded  0 - don’t care either way  +10 -> very enticed  nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged.  Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.

Age gap: 0

A lot of this depends on how it's handled and the length of the age gap. I hate the 1000+ year old elf/etc looks like a 12 year old, but as long as everyone of age and there's consent and not a gross power imbalance.

Codependency: -3

Like, I like characters feelings like they need each other, but ultimately standing on their own. In this same vein, I prefer 'chooses to be save themselves because of love' vs 'saved by love' end of this sort of trope.

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: 0

Another that kind of depends on how it's handled. I dislike an overbearing possessiveness, but when it's played a bit for comedic effect and ultimately harmless, it's fine.

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): 8

LOVE OPPOSITES attract. IT'S GOOD.

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: 4

Enemies to lovers, YEs. Enemies with benefits? Handled more as a rivalry and I'm game.

Friends with benefits: 5

I'm usually a single pairing style, but if it leads to more romantic feelings, I'm absolutely game. I use it sometimes as a background thing, but I like an emotional endgame.

Sex to feelings: 9

Like above, I LOVE AN emotional endgame that starts with casual sex. Especially if those feelings start quickly and cause all sorts of mutual pining.

Fake dating/relationship: 5

For comedic purposes, yes! I've read one fic that played it serious that was really good though, so it can definitely be handled with a deeper tone.

Friends to lovers: 50

YES YES YES YES (especially childhood friends to lovers, I EAT THAT SHIT UP)

Found Family: 10

Love a found family! While I usually write with mostly romance in mind, the queer in me desperately loves a big cast of weirdos all finding solace and home in each other.

Hurt/Comfort: 10

SUFFER FOR THE HAPPY ENDING. I will drag a character through hell, through things that should kill them, that should make them lose hope, only to watch them emerge triumphant, if damaged, on the other side. Also the potential for processing trauma not touched on by in canon events is SO FUN, especially with comfort aspects to follow to start the healing process.

Love Triangle: -5

Ehhh. I'm sure there's plenty that is well written out there, but I'm usually avoid this one.

Poly, open relationships: 0

There's a few poly relationships I'm into (Juriestelle....) but they are few and far between and never include my OTPs.

Mistaken/hidden identity: 3

I've had some fun with this, but it's not really something I gravitate too often.

Monsterfucking: 9

Yes. Werewolf, cryptid, eldritch horror, I'm down.

Pregnancy: -100

No NO nO NOO. Do not like. I am fine with characters having kids, but I do not want to read or write anything about the pregnancy stages of that. I much prefer the adoption route (see found family trope...)

Second Chance: 0

Not over something like infidelity. Drifting apart and trying again and things like that are okay if well done.

Slowburn: 7

I love writing slowburn. As a reader, I feel so impatient! But there's so much of it that's done so well.

Soulmates: 5

I'm good with some of the soulmate stuff. Like, I've used it, but in a generally less tropy way and more of a symbolic thing. But I've seen some very interesting concepts.

Tagging anyone who wants to do it! (I don't mind being tagged in these things AT ALL, they're so much fun, but I don't want to be annoying and tag other people lol...)

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

You may bury my body, down by the highway side

by EpicAxolotls

Thomas 'Theseus' Innit, annoying problem child that no one liked. Couldn't stay in a foster home for more than two weeks (though his record was two hours), flunking out of school, and couldn't give a fuck about what anyone thought of him.

So yeah. When he was kidnapped by creeps and taken to a weird facility to be the test dummy for the studying of some eldritch horror demons they caught, it wasn't like anyone took the time to put up missing posters.

or: tommy was supposed to be food for these weird eldritch horror things that some government people found. he is unaware of this. title from Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

Words: 1981, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of SBI Summer Bingo 2023

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: Science Experiments, kinda cryptid but kinda not, Non-Human Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Non-Human Wilbur Soot, Non-Human Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Background Character Death, Protective Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The King who Reins Supreme

by Lumi09

Jason flexes under his family’s hold. His muscles flex, skin going deathly pale to the point they can see his veins. Except they were green and wriggling like they were alive.

“What’s happening?!” Nightwing screams over Jason’s anguished cries.

Jason’s back flexes, arching off the bed, kicking and screaming. Gnashing his teeth, attempting to bite off anyone’s nose or even rip the skin of someone’s face. Froth gathers at the corner of his mouth, green spittle flying the more he howls.

Danny faintly hears Signal “ohfuckohshitohfuck” repeatedly in the background.

or

Jason rage episodes are getting worse and the family (reluctantly) calls for help. Enter Ghost King, and whatever is up with Todd is a lot more than what anyone could imagine.

Words: 3574, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Danny Fenton, Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Pandora (Danny Phantom), Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Original Villian Character - Character

Relationships: Danny Fenton & Jason Todd, Batfamily Members & Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: yeehaw, this is my life now danny phantom and batman ig, Eldritch, Eldritch Danny Fenton, Eldrtich orginal villian character, Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Demons, Jason and danny are the best of friends and have history together, everyone wants to fight Danny until they don't want to, but in their case Danny joked about taking their souls, Exorcisms, an entirely orginal plotline, my world my rules, Cryptid Danny Fenton, OP Danny Fenton, Angst, Crack, except there is no comedy, let Danny act cryptic on main !!, let him live that theater kid life of his as the Ghost King !!

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44547220

[novodust]

[ID start: a painting in grayscale with small bits of red of a creature with a white backdrop. Its head is a red ring hovering over its body, the body is an splatter paint of grey with drips coming off the bottom that sort of branch together and apart, and were traced to show they are legs. The legs connect to the ground which is grey with some hatching. The sky is full of grey mist clouds that are dotted black lines. end ID]

heres some weird abstract horror i created when my art teacher gave me a splatter paint tool!

[jaskiersvalley]

🌼~BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out.~🌼

This has been in my inbox for quite a while so I really hope you're still in the fandom XD As thank you for your kind message here is something really rather silly.

It had all started out with the stupid raccoon that rifled through Jaskier's bins. The mess it left behind was unbelievable, like a small, localised tornado had been by, specifically over Jaskier's bins. No matter what he did, how he weighed down the lids, there was a mess every morning. At first Jaskier tried to be more conscious of what he threw away, less food in the bins, even ate more healthily because the raccoon seemed more interested in sweet things most nights. Except for the time it seemed to go absolutely feral with the tiny styrofoam shapes from a delivery Jaskier had. When nothing else worked, Jaskier got locks on his bins. However, his raccoon must have been working out because the locks were forced off his bins and the jumper he'd put in the bin because of a hole in the elbow had disappeared. That was when Jaskier decided to invest in a wildlife camera, this was a raccoon he needed to see.

Setting it up, Jaskier did feel a little foolish. It wasn’t like the raccoon came by every night and this time he really wanted to see it. The plan was to catch it with the net he’d invested in and relocate the little bastard somewhere that wasn’t his bins. To make sure he got the raccoon on camera, Jaskier set out a couple of honey drenched pastries to lure it in.

Sleep was difficult, Jaskier wanted to watch the camera but he was an adult and knew he needed to sleep. With great difficulty, he managed to get some rest and even succeeded in going in to teach rather than call in sick so he could watch his tape. Instead, he invited Valdo over to watch with him, knowing that his claims of a muscly raccoon would never be believed.

“Right, drinks, wine?” He asked, already grabbing a bottle and two glasses.

“I’ll order the pizza I guess,” Valdo replied, resignedly pulling his phone out. “Your usual?”

“Darling, I’m providing booze and entertainment in my home, you know the least you can do is buy me pizza.”

It was a tradition of sorts, Jaskier hated Valdo’s place, finding it too drab and grey. It didn’t matter that Valdo had magazine to prove that it was the latest fashion. And the bastard had the gall to say Jaskier was the one who pandered to the masses.

Now, they had wine in hand, the TV on and playing. Jaskier had to admit, it was pretty boring.

“Oh look, a moth,” Valdo drawled, sipping at his wine. “Maybe it flaps its wings so hard it messes with your bins.”

“Shut up.” The wine was disappearing at a steady rate and both their cheeks were getting rosy. Perhaps alcohol before food had been a rather unwise idea. “Here, I’ll speed it up until something comes along.” And something had to, the pastries were gone by the morning. They watched as moths, the odd cat and rat scuttled by.

“There!” Valdo yelled and pointed at the screen. As quickly as he could, Jaskier slowed it back down. They leaned forwards as one, seeing something large and dark move in the corner of the screen. Suddenly the darkness became a blur and both of them screamed, clutching at each other. A man stepped up to the pastries, hunching over the plate and stuffing them in his mouth at an impressive rate.

Just as they were over the shock, the man looked up. His eyes, like a cat, reflected the light as he looked at the camera, head tilted. Once again, Jaskier and Valdo screamed, leaping towards each other for protection, wine sloshing everywhere. It seemed the man had no idea what the camera was, giving it a good, long look before turning to have a rummage in the bins.

“That’s a really big fucking raccoon,” Valdo whimpered and Jaskier smacked him on the arm. “You’re going to need a bigger net.”

Laughing nervously, Jaskier shook his head. He didn’t know what to make of it, a large, long haired man with scary eyes had made a habit of rifling through his rubbish.

“Sleepover,” he declared. “You’re staying here. And we’re putting more food out.”

“You don’t want to encourage him! What if he’s, you know-” Valdo broke off, “-a vampire.”

“They’re not seen on films and their eyes don’t do that. Could be a shifter.”

“Sasquatch’s freaky cousin.”

“An eldritch horror!”

“A cryptid!” That actually seemed to fit. Still, cryptids needed feeding, Jaskier was not going to be mean. So far, other than his bins, nothing untoward had happened. “I’ll leave him some pizza.”

Drinking, Jaskier decided, was definitely not his best idea. He groaned as he sat up, Valdo snoring away next to him. He remembered most of their previous night and cursed; they didn’t just leave pizza, they left a note too.

Dear Mr. Cryptid, Please don’t eat us, eat the pizza instead. Love, Valskier

Rushing out, Jaskier saw that the pizza was gone, the note was crumpled on the ground and there was a bite missing from it. At least he now knew the shape of the cryptid’s bite.

“Wake up!” He poked Valdo in the side. “We need to watch this before work.”

It was the right choice. Jaskier spent the rest of the day thinking about the strange man with the even stranger eyes inspecting the pizza, giving it a sniff while the note was on top of it. And taking a large bite out of it all. While the pizza was given a second and third bite, the note had been inspected, given a lick before being cast aside. The camera also gave them a very good view of the man, bulging arm muscles, long, probably white or blonde hair. In short, Jaskier was fucked. He bought a whole cake and left it out that night.

The strange cryptid began to show up more regularly but at least he stopped making a mess of the bins. Jaskier tried leaving a few more notes but, after watching the man squint at the note before trying to take a bite out of each and every single one, he gave up.

“What’s the latest on your cryptid?” Valdo asked in the staff room. Rather than reply, Jaskier pulled his phone from his pocket and hit play on the video.

This time, it wasn’t his usual long haired cryptid man. Instead, it was two others with the same creepy eyes, scurrying past, snagging the hot dogs Jaskier had left out and shoving the bins over for good measure as they ran. His usual cryptid didn’t show up that night.

“I told you!” Valdo screeched, earning a few scathing looks. “You feed one and more come along.”

The following night, Jaskier put out more food, hoping it would be enough for everyone. He was almost scared to watch the footage the next day but was so glad he did. All three of the cryptids lingered near the camera, eyes flashing. However, Jaskier’s blood chilled when he spotted another pair of eyes in the background, watching but not approaching.

Looking back on the videos, he was appalled to find that an extra pair of glowing eyes was often in the background. Maybe it was a mate or a very shy cryptid. Either way, Jaskier wanted to see.

“Oh. It’s an injured one!” Jaskier breathed, appalled. He had upgraded his camera and had managed to turn the contrast up enough to make out a face. In a way, he almost wished he hadn’t because the sight was so terrible. The shy cryptid was scarred beyond belief, lip caught in a permanent snarl. He seemed the most distrustful of the camera, never approaching. But, once, Jaskier watched as a hand reached in front of the camera, snagged the sugar laden jelly pot and the camera was knocked askew. Just about visible after a few minutes was a broad back in a striped and spiked coat as it retreated. From then on, Jaskier made sure to leave soft foods out too.

“Didn’t you say your raccoon had a field day with styrofoam pellets?” Valdo asked. The school had taken a delivery of biology samples which arrived in boxes filled with the stuff. Together, Jaskier and Valdo poured as much of the pellets into a box as they could and they were left out alongside the offering of food.

That night, Valdo stayed over and neither of them slept. Instead, the TV showed the camera’s feed. It was about 3am, both of them were drooping when there was movement.

“Look!” Jaskier nudged Valdo who woke with a snort. On the screen, the original, long haired cryptid had a hand clasped around the wrist of the injured one and was dragging him into view. Behind them were the other two Jaskier had seen before. He gasped, “They’re a family, aren’t they?”

“They’re something alright. Maybe it’s cryptid double date night?”

Fascinated, they watched as the four of them inspected the box. It was the smallest of the lot, one of the two Jaskier had only ever seen together that stepped into the box, hands digging into the pellets. The grin on his face spoke volumes. The other once jumped in too, the two of them beginning to wrestled for who got to sit in the box. All while, the pellets were tumbling out, making the original cryptid and the scarred one hop back. They stared at the styrofoam like it had personally offended them. Without sound there was no way to hear it but Jaskier was convinced they hissed at it. Hesitantly, the scarred one picked up a couple and, without and warning, threw it in the air. They all darted away from it, glaring as it dropped. Once again, the smallest crept closer, darting in to pick up a handful and toss it into the air, sending them scattering again. However, when the styrofoam didn’t attack, he got braver, his mate stepping closer too. All too soon, they were all tossing handfuls of sytrofoam in the air and running around. It was all fun and games until the larger of the pair picked up the box and tossed it. The scarred one caught it but staggered and crashed into the bins.

Jaskier jumped as the clatter of his bins falling over rudely reminded him of just how close the cryptids were. It felt much more distant when they were just on his TV. Tense, he clutched at Valdo’s sweaty hand and they watched as the cryptids ran away from the scene. The next morning, Jaskier had so much styrofoam to clean up, he regetted ever listening to Valdo.

Now that he knew that the cryptids could play, Jaskier decided that they were probably intelligent beings, it was a simple matter of finding a way to communicated.

“I’ve written a will, told my parents I love them and cleared my internet browsing history,” he told Valdo. “If anything happens, you know which box in the bedroom to burn, right?”

“You crazy bastard, don’t go out there!”

Jaskier held aloft the tray of foods, trying to look self assured. “I have new friends to meet. Wish me luck.”

With that, he marched out, ready to settle in for a long wait, confident that Valdo would keep an eye on him via the camera. As he’d said, he had new friends to meet, he just hoped they wanted to meet him too.

[armenelols]

So…do you have any headcanons on Ivárë? Or any of the other minstrels? (I really love them)

Headcanons shorter than intended due to having to catch the train and also my motivation dying midway due to me sweating so much from the heat. I am so sorry Maglor, love you.

Ivárë

of the Laiquendi because they, too, deserve a great minstrel

was taught the flute by Tinfang

youthful appearance and attitude

is often seen singing up in the trees and playing with children

tends to avoid battles, only fights if necessary - strongest weapon is voice which can change the moods of their enemies, make them melancholic, weep, laugh

either: left for Valinor with Ingwë's host after the War of Wrath, deciding to serve Este and Irmo

or: journeyed East, deciding to live among the Wood Elves

Tinfang Warble

loremasters aren't sure he exists and isn't just a fairy tale for children - a fairy tale of a flautist who plays in the night under the stars, of soft enchanting melodies, of goodness and peace and hope; of a minstrel who protects the innocent with his songs

he does, in fact, exist

he is a lesser Maia of Yavanna, but when the Ainur left for Aman, he was one of the rare ones who stayed behind for he loved Arda and wanted to make it whole again with his songs

he spent so much time away from the other Ainur and with elves that he was more an elf than a Maia - to the point where many elves thought he was an elf

strong kinship with all peredhil, whose conflicting nature of two or three kindreds reminded him of himself

because of that, he lived in Doriath for a long time, where he was a great friend to Lúthien and Daeron, as well as Melian whom he knew when the world was young

he spent a few years living with Laiquendi, which was when he taught Ivárë and got the name Tinfang Gelion

he usually doesn't fight in battles, preferring to stay in the background and rekindle the hearts of the warriors with his songs - but if he does fight, he is a terrifying force of nature

he left Doriath after Lúthien's (first) death, deciding to stay with Laiquendi again so he would be near Tol Galen. He visited often with Daeron, Dior adored them both

after Lúthien's (second) death, he bid Dior farewell and journeyed East with Daeron. They parted their ways on the Eastern side of Ered Luin

after spending so many centuries in Arda without any light but the light of the stars, he grew to love them dearly and night was his favourite, even as he loved the day

he turned into a fairy tale mostly due to his mysterious nature and tendency to fade into the background, as well as the many years he spent wandering after the destruction of Beleriand - children all across Middle Earth would hear his songs at night, singing them to sleep

he would still find comfort with peredhil, which was why he often tarried in Rivendell

not a fan of big cities unless they fit into the surrounding nature

his songs are downright enchanting, in a way only an Ainu's songs can be - echoing with Ainulindalë

Daeron

my version is the version where he is Lúthien's brother

flower and stars aesthetic

loves winter and spring

despite popular belief, he prefers lyre over harp, though he mastered both (as well as flute and several other instruments)

he loves history and learning, which is why he constructed Cirth - to preserve knowledge and spread it, even as people forget with time (memories of the Eldar are long, but he was born in Middle Earth - he knows death well)

while he journeyed on the other side of Ered Luin after he failed to find Lúthien, once he learnt she died he went half-mad with grief; and when he felt she is back to life, he came back to his senses and journeyed to find her, teaming up with Tinfang whom he found on the road

he wanted to go to Doriath with Dior, but Doriath brought back far too many memories - which is why he went East with Tinfang again

spent a few centuries pulling a Maglor and singing in grief, except in the forests rather than by the sea

actually, he DID run into Maglor a few times, but by that point, he was past the point of caring. Yeah, he was mad with rage when he first met him, but he got over it and didn't care as long as Maglor didn't bother him

weird minstrel buddy-ship between the two, singing sad songs while ignoring each other's existence. They didn't travel together though

After many years, Daeron ended up in Rivendell, because evidently, that's where all the minstrels and everyone else end up. As the saying goes, all the roads lead to Rome Rivendell

loves blueberries

similar to the minstrels mentioned above, he also loves playing and singing up in the trees

after his sad forest phase but before settling in Rivendell, he would often join wandering folk and sing for them

eldritch half-elf, I would elaborate right now but the train is killing my ability to type. Oh well. Maybe in the future.

Maglor

used to be a snob in his youth

now is a sad beach cryptid

murder crab

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

7 Reasons Bakugou Katsuki is Scared of Deku and 1 Reason He Isn't

7 reasons Bakugou Katsuki is scared of Deku and 1 reason he isn’t by Mirageofadreamstuff

Bakugou has always known there was something off about Deku. When he was younger, he didn't understand why people said Deku didn't have a quirk. Quirkless people don't have that many teeth. Quirkless people couldn't grow more eyes. Quirkless people didn't have retractable spider legs. And quirkless people certainly couldn't grow back limbs. Now that they go to UA together, he wonders just how he's managed to hide it.

Words: 780, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Eldrich Deku

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Background bakusquad - Freeform, Background Relationships, background dekusquad, background 1A - Freeform, this really just focuses on Bakugou and Izuku, Cryptid Midoriya Izuku, Eldritch Midoriya Izuku, Inkos husband is a monster, LITERALLY, That is his species, Bakugou is high key scared of deku, referenced cat magnet shinso, One Shot, izuku is scary, izuku has too many teeth, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, no beta we die like nighteye

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28056303

[chanelpirate]

Furious at all of you who never told me tma was FULL of queer eldritch assholes being queer at and with each other!!!!!!! Not just subtextually or queer bait-ily either!!!!! And not just one couple or the one same old flavour of love story!!!!!!!! You just let me sit here like a dickhead singing ‘someday my cryptid will come’ mournfully out of dark windows!!! For YEARS! Not knowing!!! As if I haven’t been right where I’m sitting making content* about queer eldritch assholes, for centuries. We really dropped the ball, team

And what’s more it beautifully deconstructs all the problematic bullshit tropes inherent especially in Lovecraftian horror which so much horror media and their fandoms just kind of gloss over bc of privilege and having all-white all-cis all-xtian cultural background production and creative teams just saying

[siren1song]

Hey man remember this thing I did back in December?

I think it’s time I do it again.

Honestly I’m obligated to start this out with @sleepless-in-starbucks because he gets so “offended” when I snipe him it’s like a requirement I do so. Great writing! Super understanding friend! Amazing person! I love writing losleep (and now!! Anxvi!!) for him because he just reacts so well.

And then!! @emo-disaster!!! One of my best friends!!! Who’s fics are short enough I can read them because brain is big dumb about reading lately!! And who’s recent angst made me CRY. Who writes rarepairs with me!!! And loves all of my content wholeheartedly and makes me feel really good about my writing!!! Argo ilysm!!!!

@yalltookmyurlideas has such good writing? Brain broke I can only remember Special Ramen but it’s. My favorite fic by them I’m so ahhh. Also! Really cool friend! I love talking to them! 10/10 would befriend again!!!!!

@ratherstarryeyed fuckin my brain is BROKE so I can’t read most of your stuff but the friendly competition on the server we got going on is so fun and I super respect how much you’re able to write for a fic.

Oh!! @gr3ml1n-loser did you know I love your art a lot? Like it’s so neat!!! I love looking at it!! And your moodboards are great and also you are great best chaotic punk sibling hands down.

@just-a-little-bit-gay-oops **SOBS** I LOVE YOU SO MUCH CROW. You’re art is stunning and you’re a really great friend and person and I stan you SO HARD. It’s also nice to have someone who agrees Remus is the hottest side /half-j

@sleepy-sides My new wonderful amazing talented adorable qpp who has drawn me literally so much art? Most of the content you’ve drawn for me I didn’t even ask for! And you have such a cool art style! And you’re so good with colors and poses and I literally have the sea eldritch Remus you drew for my fic as my background.

@rose-gold-roman Your writing is super cute!! I remember reading that moceit sick fic you wrote when we first became friends and I’m still super soft over it. Plus Shatter!! Oh my god Shatter I’m ahhh. Also super funny and sweet and ahhhh Logan ilysm!!!

@selkiesebille Sebi I love you so much and your writing is so good? You have such amazing wonderful ideas that I get so invested in and I love talking about them with you. There’s a boat load of things I could say about loving you but like I’m trying to keep this to about content so I’ll refrain.

@main-chive Your art is so good!!! It’s wonderful to see when you make it and I love it so much!!! Also your puns because honestly puns are an art themselves. I mean your art blog is art-chive and thats so!!!! I love that so much.

@max-is-tired Ahhh Max I love your writing so much? It’s so good!!! I love how you have characters interact and your dialogue flows really nicely!! I love you so much thank you for existing and loving my rarepairs with me!!!

@hold-my-hat Hey!! Hey Darcy!! Your art is super cute!!! And I love it a whole lot!!! And you intimidate me just a little bit bc I’m babey and easily intimidated but I’m starting to get over that but!! I love your art so much! I haven’t read your stuff yet because brain machine broke but when I can read content again it’s over for your notifs.

@firey-alex Did you know your writing is really cute and I love that you’re so good at editing? And it’s so fun playing Stardew Valley with you!! And your ocs are really cool and I’m so excited for your dnd campaign!!! So!!! Fucking!!! Excited!!!!!

Extra love for @gr3ml1n-loser because haunt’s getting a mean anon, but guess what! I stan you! You’re really cool and I love how excited you get over irish cryptids and fae!!! And I love seeing you just!! Exist!!!! You’re one of those people I go !!!!!!!! over when I see you online!

Oops this is basically just me loving all of my friends and partners.