#campus cryptid

[corvidacryptida]

Whoever came up with this banger needs an award because sometimes I just wanna bellow

GIMME THE PEAT, BOYS, AND FREE MY SOUL WANNA LIE DOWN ON A MOSSY KNOLL AND JUST DECAY!!!!!!!!

[yeoldecryptid]

Essay writing is weird, because you write down a bunch of stuff that both you and The Other Guy like, and The Other Guy does not say ‘why are you so obsessed with Leonardo Da Vinci?’ Instead the read the whole thing, without recognizing that you are luring them into an ancient autistic ritual, and then they put a letter on it, and if that letter is an A, you done good.

[variouscryptids]

Sometimes I look at the Others and I wonder

Where on earth did you sprout from?

[bee-dazzle]

How to accidentally worry your office mate (while trying to be accommodating):

After being gone from your shared office for a couple of hours, return and greet them from the doorway, while obviously keeping something out of their eyeline

Ask them if they have a bird phobia

As a followup question ask about their views on taxidermy

[stormy-writer]

The Shadow

WC: 875

CW: Contains: Gore, small mention of cultism, mentions of monster and cryptid, death, small mention of a pentagram, mentions of entrails

A/N: Little drabble my brain made. Might make another part. Please enjoy!

There's a cursed apartment in the building. It always has a “do not disturb” sign on the handle. It's in the far end of the last floor, no other rooms in that hall. The door is covered in water damage and peeling paint. It looks like it hasn't been touched in years. It'd probably stay shut if you tried the handle.

The hinges were so covered in rust, it looked as if they were made to be orange. There's only one view into it. A broken window on the outside, directly connected to the room. But the curtains are always drawn. No lights are ever on. Actually, there's no power up there at all.

Some nights you can hear a faint, barely audible tune. Almost as if someone is up there, humming a song that feels familiar. But not a single person was up there. Not a person. Some have had nightmares about it, almost like visions. They were all the same. They were walking through the room, furniture torn up and thrown around with shards of glass on the floor.

It was a mess, like it had been tossed apart in a rage. But there was one single thing still perfectly fine. A figurine- a toy- made to resemble a comic book superhero. It sat upon the once-soft carpet, laying there as if having been hurriedly thrown down. Just as they would reach for it, a shadowy thing, a monster, would leap on top of them. It had the long, spindly legs of a spider, and a face that would strike terror into any and all that saw it.

It was made almost entirely of a dark, writing mass. Almost as if the shadows had come alive and formed something from their worst fears. They would always wake up before anything happened to them, but they all said the same thing. That they had felt like their heart had been ripped from their chest when they awoke. Literally. One even had scars over where his heart was- or should be.

He had been brought to the hospital only a few hours later for a heart attack. He didn't make it. Few of them recounted that they had felt safe, maybe even welcome in the room, until they reached for the toy. An almost child-like presence stayed with them in their dreams, a little girl. But they'd never see a little girl. Just the thing. The shadow, as they call it. Unoriginal as it is, it fits well.

Some tenants from the apartment below it complained about the repetitive thudding they heard, day in, day out. It was described to be “like four people walking quickly in sync”. Once, a group of monster worshippers- cultists- heard the stories and came to “pay their respects”.

They left a pentagram-like shape in front of the door, as well as lit candles and a few animal entrails. The next morning, they were nowhere to be found, and the pentagram had been angrily smudged. The candles were blown and knocked over, waxy droplets drying around them, and the animal entrails were gone as well.

After a few weeks, the cultist’s bodies were found on the balcony of the apartment underneath the cursed one. Luckily, there were no tenants in it at that time. It was later discovered during their autopsies that the animal entrails had been forcefully and roughly shoved down their throats postmortem. The shadow didn't like cults. After a long while of the apartment building slowly going to waste, it had been bought by a bright young manager.

He had been warned about the apartment, but he didn't believe that it was true. He lost a worker before he believed. The whole floor was left untouched, and tthe shadow started to roam a little bit past its “home” every night. Just a few feet, checking its surroundings, before going back to the apartment.

Then, when the manager realized it wasn't very hostile, he reclaimed the floor. But he left the hall alone, leaving it to its only occupant. New faces started coming to the apartment building, and they learned of the stories. Instead of being afraid or indifferent, they started making “fan clubs” for it. They dubbed it “Shady” and left it toys and candies, all well received.

It was now the building cryptid.

Only a handful of people treated it this way, but they were loyal to it. Like it was a pet. There weren't any more incidents, and it grew quiet. It was happy, or mellowed at least. But the small number of people soon dwindled until there was only one person left. Age stole that woman away, leaving Shady at the age of 83.

Now and again, a small, wonderful gift gets left at the floor of the doorway, once every few years. Usually from a small child, hearing the stories and wanting to share their favorite things. It had been mostly forgotten. It was lonely.

But some nights, when it lightly rained or when it was about to, a gentle hum was heard from the broken window. A familiar tune, but nothing you'd ever heard or would ever hear again.

It was calming.

To me, at least.

Isn't humming to yourself always calming?

[variouscryptids]

every day I don't wake up a vampire with a castle in the middle of a haunted forest, is another day wasted.

every day I don't wake up a princess with a castle in the middle of an enchanted forest, is another day wasted

[humanb34n]

Cryptid emojis I’ve made for my discord.

Yes you’re welcome to use or download them, just credit me or let me know please :))

[just-a-creep-babe]

just finished some college tests so heres some more college cryptid jackie because i said so

he definitely has everyone in his dorm halls room assignment memorized, and leaves notes about class events or general encouragement of one of the students needs it. most of the time he just uses the condensation on the windows to write it, but everyone started keeping some glass cleaner after one of the cheerleaders found out it wasnt lipstick smudged on her window

nobody's laid claim to the oversized jacket on the coathook by the door, but sometimes it just isnt there despite nobody having taken it. nobody really questions it, their just glad he's keeping himself warm

definitely co-tutors the anatomy and biology clubs, hes very patient with everyone there

will do dorm chores for the proper snack-rifices, mac and cheese is a tried-and-true fave

has only overslept in his 'designated' dorm once, and had to be very quickly removed before the cleaning crew came in to take some furniture out of it. was surprisingly nice to the football players that had to literally carry him out, but legend says the tar stains are still visible on their practice jerseys to this day

other than that, good luck ever catching him off guard

-campus cryptid anon

Ok but these headcanons are soo cuteeee 🥺🥺💖💞💓

[harpercireth]

The Usual Suspect college AU headcanons bc I'm unhinged hehehe💖

-McManus once accidentally set an amphi on fire. No, I won't elaborate.

-Keaton and Kujan are both in the debate club, and there's some sort of weird one-sided rivalry going on btw them. Kujan hates Keaton's guts with a burning passion, he's his arch nemesis, his mortal enemy. Meanwhile Keaton's thoughts on Kujan can pretty much be summarized to "he's cool ig".

-Edie is in charge of the library

-Keyser is pretty much the campus' equivalent of the sasquatch. Students might see a shadow swiftly pass btw some bushes once in a while. Maybe it was a stray animal, a gust of wind...? Who knows.

-There's a group of students particularly invested in this bs, tho. They KNOW there's something roaming around and they WANT to prove it. Officially they run the college's newspapers, in reality they're pretty much the GhostSasquatch Busters. They violated, like, 15 laws trying to catch this mf (such as booby-trapping the campus) but their efforts are always fruitless.

-McManus and Fenster met in 6th grade and they've been inseparable since then.

-The sole reason McManus is even in uni (he hates school) is bc he followed Fenster there. His music course is mostly just an excuse to spend as much w with his boyfriend as possible.

-Fenster is taking a languages-related course (yes this is vague on purpose i have no idea how uni works)

-They do the deed in the weirdest, most random places, which include but are not limited to : a tree, on a rooftop, on a cliff, in a parking lot, in their professor's office-

-Fenster once crashed his car straight into Keaton's. To this day nobody knows if he did it on purpose or not. Keaton never forgave him.

-McManus put frog eggs into his professor's coffee.

-Verbal is a weird friendless lil fella, part of the chess club, mostly just hangs out with the librarian. A firm believer of the Sasquatch theory for some reason.

-Hockney joined the basketball club over a year ago bc of a bet with McManus, and he's so fucking bad at it, mostly because he's as tall as a smurf, but since he's the pettiest man alive he refuses to quit. He'd rather drink that shitty frog-infested coffee than let that blond twink win.

-Keaton's survival depends on the 1$ sandwiches and the crappy canned coffees from the cafeteria.

-Kujan is basically a watered down version of a cop on this campus. He's been put in charge of dealing with students' bs since he's so "serious" and "responsible" in exchange for extra credit and his current arch nemesis (second only to Keaton) are the asshats who run the uni's newspapers. He's trying to get their asses to court over the whole booby trap thing but he can NEVER find anything against them. He's slowly going insane. Someone help him.

-(Keaton is responsible for the traps. And probably all the other bs too. He bribed the newspapers ppl into writing an article to defend his thesis he made in the debate club maybe smth abt budget, who cares in exchange for his genius plans to catch the Sasquatch.

[cipher-of-the-round-table]

Living the dream, you are

the great thing about being the local cryptid at my school is that I've somehow convinced everyone I've been here the whole time. I'm not gonna correct them.

[corvidacryptida]

I didn't choose the cryptid life. The void swallowed me and then spit me back out because I made its tummy hurt.

[variouscryptids]

Cryptid Introduction: Ferne, the "somewhat emo bigfoot"

I'm nowhere near the oldest of the cryptids, and I'm not the most elusive either. I'm normally the one you'll see the most pictures of, wandering in the woods. If you're ever trying to lure me out of my hiding spot, try leaving some energy drinks around, perhaps I'll pop out and say hello 🖤

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

got my prof's feedback on my short story draft today and honestly . wild

one . most important . she liked it :]

said i needed to show the characters falling in love more which i will Not be doing bc im trying to portray their relationship as smth inherently complicated and also queerplatonic but ALSO the way she phrased it was 'more details so i feel like these characters are good together and ship them' and honestly never thought id see a prof use the word ship in that context

she's been a big supporter of me getting published which im so happy about but it's kinda funny when she ended the comment with 'you deserve an audience' like oh Dont You Worry i Have One. they are here for my stories about a doomed horror protag falling in love with a block man with no mouth. im making it big over here

[shootwithheart]

A free coloring page because I love tumblr.

Taken on a camerawalk with my favorite cryptid in the Museum Campus of Chicago, IL. Find the first four mini coloring zines on my Patreon. All patrons get them for free no matter what tier you're on.

[impishsensei-a]

continued from @wellfell

"hey now, don't be mean! i've got loads of friends! they're just busy! yup! but it all works out, because i've got you here to help me with this, right? as for that... i can't promise that. no offense, but you're still a special grade curse with the potential to kill a lot of people, so..." satoru gives a bit of a shrug. he probably could strong-arm the higher-ups into giving akina a bit more freedom, but he wasn't entirely sure that was the wisest idea himself. given her previous connections and status, it was hard to trust her. she'd given him no reason to doubt her yet, but he could never be certain.

"how about, i'll consider it. deal? deal! now, show me how to use this app in the first place, yeah?"