#cryptidsdad.

[vullcanica]

Robert smushing himself against Angel when falling asleep. Maybe he almost smothers himself while falling asleep but at least Angel gets to soak up his body heat.

It's always the quiet and mysterious ones... He might be a sore thumb on the quaint little cul-de-sac, but Robert is a whole splinter. Not immediatelly noticeable, until it sneaks up on you. A nose presses into Angel's sternum a little too hard and he frowns, taken out of his light reading.

He raises the charmingly beat up Psychopathology Vol 1 tome and reveals a tuft of dark hair, with little else below it visible of Robert's smooshed face. Who'd have thought Small'd taken such a liking to his personal space; certainly not Angel, until he'd found himself with a chestful of heavy, tired brunette some weeks back. The warm weight had been welcomed back then; the intrusion.. perhaps shoudn't have been. Still, he regards the display with the fondness of a man welcoming back a wayward stray - setting the book aside accomodatingly; making room. His fingers thread through Robert's quiff slowly, nails reaching down to scalp to languidly comb his hair back. It's.. cute.

"Comfortable?" The small smile is evident in his voice. "You'll suffocate yourself."

[fvzzyelf]

1c for funsies <3

1C from this spicy meme!

typically he did not brave such lewd acts under the bright sun like this, where just anyone could peek over the fence and see them, but there was something about it, something about robert, that drove kurt to a kind of madness that allowed it.

his knees burned against the hot deck, even with a velveteen layer of fur between skin and wood. the warmth flooded him to the bone, a delicious sensation that paired nicely with the flavor of salt and musk he lapped up greedily.

like a pup, eager for more praise, his tail swayed behind him in a wagging motion and kurt kept his sunshine bright gaze fixed on robert's face.

his tongue flattened against the underside of the man's cock and was dragged up as his two fingers curled around the base.

"you taste a bit like summer," he mused after the long lick, and then with little warning dipped his chin and took several inches of the swollen member into his mouth.

[radishflower]

@cryptidsdad liked for a starter !!

hugo sets the world's most meticulously crafted charcuterie boards down on the coffee table -- the cheeses have all been squared and sliced by hand, some of the meats have been tucked in technique into little roses; the fruits and jams are already paired with their optimal companions. and to say that hugo is pleased with his display is a bit of an understatement, there's a soft swell of pride in his chest as he looks over his handiwork.

"thanks for indulging me on this, robert," he says, emphasis on the indulging as he returns to the kitchen to grab the already uncorked bottle of wine. he chuckles softly, "i needed to apply my brain to something other than grading papers tonight."

[kxllerblond]

☕ silly gif sc / @cryptidsdad

❝-—Have you tried doing the complete opposite of what you've been doing? It seems like an obvious course of action, but you'd be surprised how much it gets overlooked. ❞

[indirecticn]

―  send 📖 or ( ‘PAGES’ ) for me to write a starter using a random line from a book or fanfiction i’m currently reading.

"In my brother’s great hall there is a painting. An angel in red so bright it is nearly orange speaks to a scribe, and out of the seraphic mouth comes a long ribbon, winding and whirling and corkscrewing until it enters the scribe’s ear. On this ribbon are written divine words, undeniable words, words that originated on the sea of glass and, shard- bright, fell until they tore open the ribbon in shapes of themselves. This is what my brother’s commands are like." - Myths of Origin

the museum had been brimming with souls only an hour ago, but most being children on school trips they had filtered out and left behind only a handful of families and the few stand-alone visitors, such as loki.

the exhibit had been one loki avoided the entire afternoon, given the amount of little people crowding the various relics on display, but once they were gone he slipped into the hall that held what interested him most.

a giant, floor to ceiling, photo of each avenger.

loki stared up at thor's looming face and frowned.

"when on earth was this even taken?" he asked to no one in particular. it was ugly as sin and did thor no favors, which was a hard task to accomplish honestly.

@cryptidsdad

[amcrist]

@cryptidsdad

"Well that's a pretty good question. I'll give you that, and because I have a kind and gentle heart, I'll even answer it with a better question: who do you want me to be?"

No one asked for the Cheshire cat to come purple-tailing it into this encounter but here he is anyway, in the form of a slinky man that's all blue eyes like oceans and teeth white as flower petals. How he gleams and grins so prettily!

He plants his elbow against the bartop and wiggles his right eyebrow in jest.

"Go on, give it a go, I'm really good at playing this game. Shall we drink while we play? I'm buying," he offers sweetly, voice velvety smooth.

[hxllblazer-a2]

he is booping the man's nose as revenge

Y' know what? That's fair. He'll accept it but...

"Gonna tell the creatures of the night yer a dick about noses."

[vullcanica]

@cryptidsdad : you're sorry we're alone in the house?

"Fuck no." Oh it's said with feeling, the corner of his lips curling in a sneer from it. Here's the tone of a man who's never had to apologize in his entire life and doesn't intend to make a habit of it anytime soon. He's not sorry about anything, least of all the peace and quiet. Beyond a pleasant microdose of shedding the ill-fitting good samaritan facáde, his little talks with a certain blond neighbour's brought Robert some respite from looking at his face too long. It's been a nice spectacle to watch Christiansen pivot a full 180 every time he sees him. Until now.

They've suddenly found themselves insultingly excluded from the monthly barbecue at the Christiansens. Everyone else has been diligently invited.

"Not my fault Joseph can't resist being a twit." It's a nice late evening in Robert's place, result of a habitual, audacious self-invite, and he knows he's souring the camaraderial mood of shared beers on the balcony, but he can't help it. Annoyance makes him chatty. In Rob's arms, Pissy lofts his little nose in faux-solidarity, intoning with a drawling mrow. He'd done his due diligence in this war by quietly marking Joseph's shoes some weeks ago. "Shouldn't have expected decorum from a mongrel cheater, though, I'll give you that. At least he's heeding my advice."

He takes a swig of his bud light with the haughty determination and lip purse of a slighted pensioner. "Next barbecue's at mine. It's settled." As if.

[labgrown]

@cryptidsdad wants abbey.

"That is greatly unfortunate." Her tone was less than sympathetic, sarcastic even as she pushed forward her little can of change. She was running an 'advice' stand but what advice she gave were more like condescending remarks.

"That'll be $5, your contribution is greatly appreciated."

[fvzzyelf]

so... since you're fuzzy all over then does that mean that you're extra warm? / this is actually a serious question

"i do well in the winter, if that is what you mean. or perhaps it's that you are cold and in need of a little shared heat?" he won't presume but he also won't say no...

[radishflower]

meme ( accepting !! ) II i'm not scared, and i'm not holding your hand. - for craig <;3 II @cryptidsdad

"whatever you say, bro, but i'm kinda freaking out a little here." he's not sure if a post-valentine's-haunted-house is the best idea the school has ever had, but, one thing about craig cahn is that he's going to show up for his kids. the practical effects are waaay more effective than when he was in school. he doesn't even think twice about lacing his fingers through robert's, glancing back at him, and maneuvers enough so that he's behind robert, hand-in-willing-or-not-hand while the other presses against robert's back. he gives him a sheepish grin. "-- since you're the brave one."

[kxllerblond]

serious question, do his nipples sparkle? - this seems like the Cursed shit he’d say

chaotic unhinged lines from 2022-2023 (prompt edition).

❝-—Do his...I'm sorry WHAT? ❞ face scrunched briefly as if he had taken physical damage from the sudden unhinged direction the conversation had taken. He made an exasperated gesture with his hand and looked for the man, appearing both parts impatient and frazzled.

❝ I was using Edward Cullen and Twilight as an example of modern pop culture's effects on supernatural and otherwise otherworldly historical lore. Why on EARTH would I have that knowledge? Why on earth would you pick that out as a topic to pursue? ❞

His elbows rested at his knees, his hands coming to lace so he could rest his chin on them to stare daggers at Robert. ❝ You can't just add 'serious question' before something so UNSERIOUS and expect me to humor you...❞

[korinthiakos]

@cryptidsdad​ is dreaming of this:  [ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender strokes receiver’s hair  ( 🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  ( prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details ) / accepting !! )

“——Mm,  keep doing that,  whatever you’re doing,  keep using your fingers like that.”  The nightmare softly murmurs,  eyes closed,  body relaxing.  “Because that feels so fuckin’ nice...” 

[goldshadowsarchive]

@cryptidsdad : hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . - for jami silence / accepting

GOOD, HE'S LEARNING. not even a snarky comment let alone an argument this time. she won. small hand slips into his without hesitation. she makes sure to hold on tight so he couldn't just back out now. bright grin on her face as she looks up at him. " so, where are we going ? "

[heartsbreaking]

@cryptidsdad sent ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜

dean raised an eyebrow, looking over at robert from the driver's seat of the car. they'd been on the road for a while, and they'd reached a comfortable lull in their conversation. they'd paused their podcast at a toll booth and hadn't turned it back on since. "i guess, i heard a lot of ghost stories while i was in college cause i went to school in pennsylvania where damn near everything was supposedly haunted. why do you ask?" he kept his attention on the road, but he was listening for robert's answer.

[vullcanica]

Robert is trying to get his jacket back from lizard man. Get your own for the cold 🔪

From a single glance at low stormy brows and that particular stress crease at the very middle of his forehead it's clear already - it's survival of the fittest now, and Angel is in no mood to negotiate in freezing cold temperatures. (— about 50°F, give or take.) His arms cross over the jacket as if to further protect it from its very owner's hands - and, in part, to secure some of the bagginess against a bout of whipping wind threatening to crawl up his back. Petulant.

"Reimbursement for the company." It's what Robert gets for making a habit of requesting his titillating presence on impromptu forest rendezvous - the sparkling personality comes with. As does the cold sensitivity. Still, there's a note of serene resignation in Angel's voice that suggests the complaining's more performative than anything. They've been walking for an hour through the thick underbrush, he's not going back alone now.

His boot flattens a bush branch with a bit too much emphasis for it not to be an ideation, and he grunts, pulling his weight up over a hillside ridge. Seems like a good enough waypoint to stop at. "Let's head back. You'll be a lot warmer in the car." He doesn't mention the inconscpicuous cairn nearby denoting a foreign presence and a message that reads something like 'don't go any further'.