#Cryptid irl

[cryptidwithaninternetconnection]

[Who she knows to be the kid she’s been trying to find for weeks is.. barely recognizable, their hair is shorter and a more vibrant shade of pink, their rounder with wire glasses, a black hoodie and Brown pants, with a brown bag with a multitude of pins on it. Their happy.. happy and chatting with a woman much older than her, she has long brown hair pulled back in a claw clip, a blue shirt that says “mom hugs” on it, and blue jeans, and a an old brown dog lounging across Casper’s lap, Casper is happy..]

@sagehyperfixates @the-excellent-papyru @vaporeon2010317

Granted some things are missing/Different, like my bag, and Annie being next to my mom instead of being across Casper’s lap, but this is essentially what Claire is seeing!

[milaek]

Weird son

[supernovaniamh]

Me fr fr

[golden-buddle]

@puppetmaster13u

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The Bat was old. It was easy to see, especially with the numerous artifacts that covered Gotham. But, though the Bat was old- The Robins were young.

It started with a small pup, one that flew through the air with colors of Red, Green, Yellow, and Black.

The First of the Robins was bloodthirsty, a pup that grinned in the shadows of his mother, one that chirped and cheered when his mother shed blood and fear for him to feed on.

Though the pup was dangerous, he still was kind. And since he was much smaller than his ferocious mother, he was able to sneak away.

And sneak away he did. Often, the little bird would creep away from his mother, crooning to the victims and feeding off of the remnants of their fear as his mother shredded those who hurt his City.

But like most young children- Robin eventually grew up.

His colors darkened, falling away as the small blood thirsty bird grew fangs. Colors faded, darkening and shifting until only electric blues and blacks remained. The First Robin became a new bird- A Nightingale, and oh did he Sing like his namesake.

The Nightingale would croon, would sing, would talk, and when he talked- people found themselves lost to even themselves. Unable to stop themselves as they followed the now grown Alpha who had become almost as terrifying as his mother.

It was then that a new bird hit the streets, one that was said to have come from the Nightingale’s long shed feathers.

It’s said that when the colors faded, that when each color finally dwindled into blacks and blues, more Robins, more Birds came to life.

Each color that the first Robin shed came to life in their own right, with their own thirst for the fear that their Mother and elder Brother fed on.

The first to appear was the Cardinal, the one who came to life with as much blood-blood-blood as it left this world with.

The second was the Crow, the one who came to life under the Bat’s grief and the First Robin’s anger.

The third was Starling, but unlike the others, she found herself unhappy with the remaining colors. So she left, following the steps of the Cuckoo to become a Bat rather than a bird before settling into something entirely new.

The forth was, and still is, hidden- unknown but talked about in hushed voices from those who are brave enough to sneak up on the pack that protected the city. Though the Forth hasn’t been seen quite yet, the air drips with rumors about the forth Robin being a Drake, one that clad themselves in the dark greens that once covered their source.

Each Robin, each bird, the Bat took in gleefully.

The Bat cared for each of his hatchlings like any other omega- But protected them with enough fury that blood dripped from his talons and mouth.

[a-photo-of-a-cryptid]

Hi guys I am super normal about pokemon

(all of this art is from today alone)

Hi yes I run the pokemon irl blogs behind them, i am not stealing !

[cryptidwithaninternetconnection]

YAAAAAY!!!

I got the goods

[puppetmaster13u]

Would anyone be interested in a pokemon cryptid batfam Au?

Like, Pokemon just being a Gotham thing thanks to all the magic curses, the many, many, chemicals everywhere, the canonical reality warping and all of that. Like the local plants and fauna just started mutating and evolving like that.

And Batman was originally seen as some sort of cryptid or living shadow sort of creature. So with the rapidly changing flora and fauna going around in Gotham, someone is eventually going to put forth the idea of some sort of mutated person or creature.

And I am just saying, Bruce has a weird sense of humor. He would probably find such rumors hilarious. He might even say, lean into them. He might say, commit to the bit.

And then forget to mention it to anyone else once the League is formed. It might completely slip his mind that they're not in the know like the batfamily members

[t00thpasteface]

﹏🐬﹏

[realpokemon]

Ratatatatatatatatatatatatatatata

did you guys hear something

[crypt1dcorv1dae]

Some poopy badly photographed hoshinas (ft Kafka) yes he's trans to me IDC die mad. Also he's bi bc every dual wielder is bi.

[cryptidwithaninternetconnection]

Pride month…. Yippie :3

[rofromsinnoh]

[nexadarling]

Where The Delicate Stops (Show Me)

by NexaDarling (me, hi, hello!)

Vashwood | 10k | E

Predator/Prey, Trimax, Top/Sub Wolfwood, Bottom/Dom Vash, Cryptid Vash (more tags on AO3)

Seeing little other choice, Wolfwood concedes to sticking to Vash’s chosen path and tears straight through the trees. He hears Vash’s voice for the second time since they started this little game. Rather than any words, it is a sound that rings and echos around him. Dazed as he is, it takes Wolfwood a moment to place. When he does, his face flushes hot. He’s being laughed at.

Embarrassment does flood through him then, pungent and cloying. He growls out his frustration, flinging words out into the forest around him.

"Tongari, you bastard! Come out here and fight me!"

Vash’s laugh rings out again as Wolfwood skids to a stop. Cracks and snaps surround Wolfwood from every side, joined by the crunching of leaves and the low moans of the branches around him. He can’t help the way his heart rate doubles at that, nor can he help the terrified heat that scorches south in his body. He’s shaking now, an all-over feeling that culminates in his hands and knees, but he knows it’s not in fear. God, how he wishes it were in fear.

[malicious-devourer]

something that's been on my mind a lot because it isn't talked about enough- here are my three personal rules for those who have "problematic" fictionkins

1. being kin of a villain/morally wrong character, being from an problematic media or creator, etc, does NOT mean we support or condone any of their actions. we shouldn't have to "prove" to you that we're good people. you don't control who you're kin of. if any of you mfs start condoning illegal or unethical shit your kins have done though, this rule doesn't apply- go fuck yourself

2. you can still be happy about being kin of the characters. villain characters often have so much more to them than just "being evil". this goes to an extent, of course, but you deserve to feel comfortable with your kins and talk about them to people who will listen. DON'T TALK ABOUT TRIGGERING THINGS YOUR KIN HAS DONE AROUND OTHERS!! GIVE TRIGGER WARNINGS‼️ just as a general rule of thumb be wary of common triggers and be mindful of others. use your common sense

3. lastly, just be nice to others. there are going to be people who still view you negatively because of your kins no matter what you say or do. just leave them be, and don't let them get you down. if someone doesn't want to interact with you, just respect their wishes for christ's sake.

yeah there it is folks ;p just got tired of all the bs surrounding this topic and felt like it should be addressed

[cryptids-do-autism]

With the pixel art I originally did the background in grey and then decided it would be more fun to have it in red but I present both versions anyway

[cryptidwithaninternetconnection]

Fr, can’t believe the confidence I had in sharing this

This is me btw, you get a Cryptid appearance reveal

omgs

it’s just like I imagined