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sword-in-the-sea · 2 years

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𝖋𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖆𝖉, 𝖆 𝖋𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 🐟

hint : this won't actually involve fishing

if you can't wake up early, become an owl; sleep during the day so you can stay up all night until dawn–the ideal fishing hours

invest in good fishing rod. it'll last you a lifetime and won't snap when you accidentally reel in a tiger shark

don't let your dumb child accidentally fish a barracuda. i don't care if they're alright; why the shit are you fishing a barracuda you're like six

homemade bait is always better

the more pungent the bait smell is, the better

if you see someone standing in the middle of the sea: no you don't.

is that figure approaching? steer the ship away, we need to find a new spot anyway

always hydrate and keep bottled water nearby. it's also useful to immobilise a shark that jumped into the ship–pour that freshwater to its gills. don't get bitten

wear a good bucket hat. look at me go

always listen to the sea. if you feel like storm is brewing even though it seems sunny, start finding a temporary island to dock

alternatively, if you're stranded in an unrecorded island and it's full of werecreatures: just stay in the shallows and don't go off the boat

if you find yourself making eye contact with a weregoat that's playing on the swings installed on said unrecorded island's beach, just look away

shrimp is good shrimp is life

bring eggs to the boat so you can eat instant noodles with shrimps and eggs

praying is good. always pray

don't question it when you caught a grouper the size of a small car. just celebrate and don't think about it further

you saw a fisherman jumped into the water and hasn't resurface in half an hour? that's fine, some of them can hold their breaths until an hour

you do not fuck with sharks. some sharks are not sharks, and you do not fuck with that shark.

seeing whales while fishing means good luck; it means the sea is clean, the fishes are thriving, and all is well. alternatively, if you fuck with whales i'll stab you

when you're fishing in the sea, you won't be back on mainland for weeks. so make sure you do all your fishing before you get married, so you can fulfill your sea-call before giving it up to lavish your new family.

you can still fish in freshwater pools. but it will never be the same

show your new kid how to eat raw sea urchin. it'll be funny

#sometimes i watch my dad wistfully gazing at the sea #and im like thanks for staying for us #but i hope you didnt loose yourself for the sea #i think he forgets most of the fishing stories he told me when i was a kid #bcs hes old now and last year he had brain hemorrhage #he still takes over n manage the fishing market #he just never went back in the sea anymore #ever since he married my mom #willingly gave it up so he can take care of us #its sweet but also rather sad #anw im just rambling #made this bcs i was feeling nostalgic #gothic story #cryptid dad #sea #fishing #sea aesthetic #seacore #oceancore #ocean aesthetic #fisherman #this is in indonesia btw #yes theres unrecorded islands here #specifically in the kepuluan seribu area #bcs theres too many small islands and they appear n disappear according to tides #the kid in this post is me #yes i accidentally caught a barracuda when i was 6 #and ate raw sea urchin #its great #the sea

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cha0ticn0nsense · 2 years

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I need some help finding a fic! I can't, for the life of me, remember what the name was called, not what type of monster/cryptid starred in it 😭

From what I can remember, the plot was that the Reader went out hiking/researching on a beast that was seen in a certain area, and was then caught up in a landslide/some sort of disaster.

Reader (who I think hurt themselves?) saved a Baby Cryptid during the accident, and was then found by Papa Cryptid. He took the lot of them to his den, where Reader stayed and learned about the creature's/family unit's habits and ways of life.

Eventually, once Reader was all better, Cryptid Dad took them back to a village nearby.

I can't remember if I read it here, or on AO3. Let me know if you've read it too (and send a link if possible)!

#monster boyfriend #monster x reader #monster dad #monster babies #reader babysits bbys while dad goes hunting #they could fly too #well dad could not bbys #cryptid dad #cryptid x reader #help me please it was so cute #ao3

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squidinu · 4 months

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wolfdad[sketch]

#august #cryptid crush #real werewolf dad hours #werewolf #furry #drew gus for morale

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puppetmaster13u · 10 days

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Prompt 283

Now Jason would like it known that there was no mpreg situation going on. He isn’t even sure where people got that idea in the first place. Sure, he had taken a few Cores from the goons-in-white who had dared to set up in his turf.

And sure maybe the excess energy from the pit (no wonder he’d been so irritable) was what said baby halfas (Okay, so they’re half human? Alright) had used to reform. And maybe the oldest is visibly less than a year old.

But there Was No Mpreg Situation! He is this close to shooting someone! It was annoying (and slightly amusing) when it was just his goons, but now the Bats have seemingly got it in their heads! Dear Gotham it’s a good thing he’s not planning on like, ever revealing who he is because he would never be able to live this rumor down.

[Winged Ghosts Au too, that seems to be getting lost in reblogs when it's just in the tags lol]

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Winged Ghosts Au #Halfa Jason #Halfa Trio #Dad Hood #He is *This* close to pulling a heads in duffel bag 2 Electric Boogaloo #Hood’s Merry Men are concerned for their half-human teen-dad crime lord #Look if you tell someone there was no other parent they’re gonna ask questions #Crime Alley: This is our strange cryptid mom-person and we shall protect him #Star Core Jason #Space Core Danny #Life Core Sam #Storm Core Tucker #Jason was too panicked/sleep deprived when they first reformed to stop the initial rumors #Yes the tiny halfas can feed on his ecto as long as they’re close enough #He Was going to find them a good home but they’ve Bonded & he’s not sure if the GIW are still around #The goons are doing their best to keep the bats from their teen-mom crimelord #who when sleep deprived sometimes mutters about labs and beatings and warehouses and-#There are many misunderstandings

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gonnahaveabigtalklater · 6 months

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the world of Disco Elysium is bleak and unyielding and this is reflected in the artwork. each character, in their headshot portrait, faces the viewer directly. their expressions are neutral, exhausted, unsmiling. sure klaasje has a faint humorless smirk, and evrart a wide smug grin, but both are obviously carefully-chosen armor against the soul-crushing grind of Late-Stage Capitalism.

not trant though! he's doing a cutesy little over-the-shoulder glamor pose and he is Legitimately Thrilled to be talking to you. this man did NOT understand the genre of the game at ALL.

#disco elysium #trant heidelstam #I thought this man was gonna be either evil or a cryptid for sure when I first met him #I was like 'nobody in this universe is actually happy so this smiling man is Up To Something'#turned out what he was Up To was infodumping and lowkey trying to dad everyone he meets.#sorry mr heidelstam sorry for thinking you were the Insulindian Phasmid in disguise (I still think that would have been cool though)

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clowndotgay · 8 months

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good morning toontown (referenced splatfest art under cut)

#ttcc #toontown #high roller #low baller #several of low baller actually. Numerous #she's dad of the year i think #also the cryptid of the year #toontown corporate clash #corporate clash #cdg render

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anime-writing-everything · 2 years

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I’ve just learned of the Cryptid Batman tag and in honor of that I have some thoughts....

Batman intentionally makes himself as cryptidish as possible, he has mechanisms in his suit to allow for this. He enjoys it. He uses it to make more fear. It goes really well for him.

Except then he gets a child, many children. He doesn’t want to scare them! He also doesn’t want to embarrass them! So he just like doesn’t do his whole cryptid persona in front of them. He teaches them how to disappear and such so he doesn’t totally give away his thing, but he only goes Full Cryptid when they aren’t near him. It gets to the point that Gotham truly believes he’s some sort of animal, who only becomes more stable and human like when bound to a Robin (which isn’t far off really).

And like I said, his kids don’t know about it. Gothamites or the Justice League will bring it up and they’re like “Aren’t you being a little extreme?? He’s just a little goth man?” To which everyone else just doesn’t understand how they’re unafraid and all.

BONUS:

He tries to do this with Red Hood. They whole shebang. I’m talking smoke, lengthening claws and jowls from mechanisms in the suit. He’s all ready to put the fear of god in this villain when the man starts wheezing.

Red Hood: *absolutely dying* D-dad what the fuck? Have you been doing this the whole time??

Batman: dad?

Red Hood: *reveals himself* this makes so much more sense, you actually make yourself a Cryptid? You fucking dramatic theatre goth!

Batman: *embarrassed and surprised* Jason?!?

Red Hood: *still laughing*

Batman: *pouting* it’s not that funny.

Red Hood: I’m still mad that you didn’t kill the joker for me, but I am willing to come home under one condition

Batman: *suspicious but wants him home* what?

Red Hood: I get to be a Cryptid too! I want all the same equipment

Batman: *happy bat noises*

*later*

Batman: you’re not gonna tell your siblings this right?

Red Hood: fuck no, I’m not gonna ruin this!

#batdad #batfamily #batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne is a good dad #jason todd #red hood #damian wayne #batkids #dick grayson #tim drake #alfred pennyworth #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #Cryptid Batman

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thunderwingdoomslayer · 8 months

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#I neeeeed his dumb dad bod #rhys darby #the cryptid factor

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counterfeit-cryptid · 16 days

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Do you guys think the lamb struggles with sacrifices because it reminds them too much of their own

#myart #cryptid dad draws #digital art #fanart #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #cotl fanart #cult of the lamb fanart #this was gonna be fully colored BUT i just couldnt do it #still trying to figure out how i wanna draw them atp

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mxmollusca · 1 year

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I am having an anaphylactic reaction to these photos of Rhys at the GLAAD Awards. He looks like Mothman.

Sexy, sexy Mothman.

#i want him to harbinge my doom #rhys darby: earth's hottest cryptid #aotearoa i wanna fuck your dad #totally normal for rhys darby tumblr association

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phoenixcatch7 · 7 months

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Kintsukuroi

'What if I put a clock pendulum in my torso' was the sort of question Bruce had come to expect when visiting Oracle.

"Pendulums are dependant on a stable base," he replied, because the last time he'd assumed they were being unserious Tim had tried to fit a chemistry test lab in his mouth and accidentally leaked the fumes through his mask.

"It'd be so aesthetic though," said Barbara, not looking up from the dozen screens she was surrounded by. "Listen. It would look so cool - Spoiler, robbery on fifth and main - Especially if I put a clock face over my heart."

"I thought you were trying to fit a super computer in it?"

"I was, but progress is slow. It's hard to fit it and enough padding to protect it plus leave enough room for ventilation. If I add the pendulum I might at least get inspiration." She gave a heavy sigh and pushed away from the desk, gliding in her chair to where her doll body was resting on a table, the glue separating the two halves of the smashed torso still glistening. Bruce followed, peering over her at the many scanners and wires hooked into it, flashing and beeping.

"Any luck?" he asked, and they both knew he wasn't talking about the computer anymore.

"Nothing."

He squeezed her shoulder, and she leant into it. They stayed there for a long moment.

"I just don't understand!" Barbara finally burst out, hands clenching on her chair arms. "I glued nearly every single piece back together! I made sure every splinter I could find went exactly where it should! I know the contract is still there. She's worked with more missing pieces before. But she's just not responding!"

"It's not you," Bruce soothed. "You've more than enough determination and strength to puppet, and we know the human body's state doesn't affect performance."

"That's the thing!" Barbara threw her hands up angrily, nearly smacking Bruce in the face. There was a chatter over comms, and both reached for their own. "One second," she said tightly, and wheeled back into the glow of the monitors. "Copy. BW, you're nearest? Thanks. Try and avoid the sniper this time. Wing, backup is in five."

She muted again and spun around, pinning Bruce with a heavy stare. "Is there anything, anything you can think of? We've - nothing I've tried has worked."

"Well...." He trailed off, one hand coming up to rub at the chin of his mask - a quiet night meant the opportunity to forgo the practical but muffling gas mask for his favoured plain black.

It was far from the first time a doll had been horrifically damaged. The incident with Bane came to mind - Batman had been in a very similar condition, body shorn clean in two and tossed to opposite corners. It was an awful memory, but the expression on Bane and the audience's faces as his bloodless body fell apart like a rotting tree trunk and then kept moving was a silver lining he'd always treasure.

But he'd been repaired and back on his feet in weeks, if bearing the incandescent fury of the doll for several more. It had been months for Barbara, and still nothing was happening.

"There's something we're missing, and I doubt it's on your side."

"I know THAT-"

"Listen," he demanded, and her jaw clicked shut mutinously. "There's something we're not seeing. Batgirl is in no shape to demand it herself, it seems. So its inaction is something we can't fully rely on."

"You've got the most experience with the dolls of all of us. Can you.. I don't know, sense anything?"

"Nothing more than the usual, with the Patriarch Doll, but we might get more if we return to the doll house -"

"No." Barbara interrupted again, but Bruce did not take offence. "She's not going anywhere. She doesn't want to head back to the cave."

Oh?

"She doesn't want to, or she doesn't care to?"

"I say she doesn't."

Interesting. This was likely a case of the doll exerting its will. The bats were well versed in avoiding the few lines their wooden bodies drew in the sand, treating them with the wary respect one would give a favorite blade or a highly trained attack dog. They could work together, share the highs and lows of life with them, but never get complacent. The dolls were forever a foreign, inhuman presence, and as with all wild creatures they would never be so arrogant as to assume full understanding. For Barbara to so strongly decide for the doll meant she was most likely not the only one deciding.

Which meant the solution would not be found in the cave.

"Perhaps there are upgrades she wishes to have?"

Oracle paused.

"Maybe," she conceded. "But there's practically a limitless amount of things I could do, and I wouldn't know where to start. And I could more easily do them when she's up and walking."

Not that then. If the doll wanted something to change but not receive upgrades or heal, than what?

... Not heal.

Batman hurried to the table. Oracle watched him with hawk eyes, but another call on the comms turned her away with a final warning glance.

Recovering every single splinter from a damaged wooden object and perfectly reattaching it was nigh impossible on a good day, never mind in the dead of night with a moving target. The dolls always returned to the cave to regenerate scratches and nicks they couldn't buff out, or accepted plaster to transmute with whatever supernatural power guided them.

The batgirl on the table, divested of all covering and armour, was still as chipped and scuffed as the day nightwing recovered last splinter.

The pieces fell into place.

"She doesn't want to be perfectly rebuilt," he realised. "She doesn't want the damage to disappear as it normally does... She wants it to remain visible. A different type of repair, then."

Oracle spun in her wheelchair to face him.

"Why?" she asked, something sharp in her eyes. Bruce chose his next words carefully.

"Perhaps she thinks such damage doesn't need to be hidden away," he said, slowly, and didn't comment when she turned away. Though she put on a strong face, and the doctors had recently released her full time, it would be a long time until the young hero was able to truly heal her mind.

"She doesn't need to do that for me. She's just causing me trouble."

"I don't think she is," he tried. "Dolls tend to reflect their puppeteer even after they accept us. You can't deny your trajectory has been changed."

They both sent a significant look to the enormous super computer taking up the wall.

"You've said you almost feel better able to protect Gotham now, with your reach and skills. Do you really feel that way?"

"I - I don't -" her mouth worked silently, and Bruce waited. "I mean I guess... But a part of me always assumed it'd be temporary, you know? Once I fixed batgirl.. It'd all return to normal." Her voice wobbled, and Bruce didn't hesitate to crouch before her, wrapping her in a long armed hug. She buried herself in his chest, regardless of the chilled metal.

"It's okay if you don't," he whispered into her hair, and held her as she shook. "I'm just throwing ideas around."

"I do though," she rasped. "I think I do feel that way. There's so much that can't be solved by violence, and it feels good to be out there but... I think I can help even more people, this way."

"That's good," he praised, "that's good. You can do whatever you set your mind to."

"You stole that from a parenting book verbatim."

"It's applicable to the current situation."

"Fine," she sighed, and pushed him away to roughly scrub at her eyes. "I'll give the doll another chance. Find some glitter glue or something, I don't know."

"Any materials you need will be provided," he promised. "I wouldn't recommend glitter glue or our usual tar."

He moved to pat her on the hair as the emotions of the moment faded, making sure to keep his unsheathed claws out of her hair.

"Once you fix her, though, I would recommend you puppet the doll during night hours still," he told her. "It wouldn't be good to put your body through twenty hour days."

"I've got a good system set up for now, but thank, B-man."

The computer dinged with another alert, and oracle spun to squint at it with a muffled curse, typing furiously. Batman escaped to the other side of the room, where the folders he'd originally come looking for lay. She waved, distracted, as he left, and although the doll could not smile, he could feel it on his face all the same.

@puppetmaster13u I summon thee dear mutual ^^

#I don't know which of us came up with the kintsukuroi idea but it worked brilliantly #Unexpected discussion of clinging to the idea of normality as something that can be returned to despite thinking you're okay with your #Life altering chronic condition diagnosis 🫠#Off screen nightwing is just not having a good time #I'm still testing out my characterisation of b but I'm pretty happy with him. Good dad b but also pre/no Ethiopia so he's healthier as it i #Oh btw the dolls don't have gender being inanimate the bats are anthropomorphising them #In the same way sailors call their boats she or my mum decided the roomba is a he #Some world building! I stuffed a lot in lol #I like the idea of the bats having different masks. Like the gas mask is for arkham breakouts or gas villains or ivy so it's the famous one #But they also use plain cloth masks or ceramic ones or decorative ones when the occasion calls. They've got scuba ones too #long post #batman #world building #worldbuilding #bruce wayne #possessed doll au #haunted doll #cryptid batman #cryptid batfam #batman au #dc oracle #barbara gordon #batgirl #I'm trying to keep the dolls as mindless but watchful as possible #Like they don't have opinions or ideas or anything. You could do literally whatever you wanted as long as you follow The Rules #I don't think the bats really know about the contracts. I think b has inferred something. But it's more trial and error #One idea I had is that the dolls are powered by the life force of past users mutated into... Whatever tf from all the curses.#So by entering the contract you lose a significant chunk of your ability to enter the afterlife.#Yes this would only be noticed by the jl going to the future and trying to find the souls of everyone or smth for whatever reason #And the bats don't have much of anything. Leading to the further impression that they aren't remotely human

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admiringtheskies · 9 months

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okay, so The Hyperfixation Is Hyperfixating, clearly, and honestly im just gonna continue going with it bc THEM— *screams* ANYWAYS @frownyalfred uhhhhhh hope you enjoy this as well! without further ado, another idea inspired by the incomparable ✨borderline✨ that just would NOT leave me alone until i got it all down into actual real words:

at some point further in the timeline of borderline'verse, when they've finally got the whole situation mostly under control, the batfam (whenever they accompany bruce, or multiple kids go together by themselves so they're in batclan mode, to do jl/other crossover shit) sort of ends up just doing the whole Bat-Danger-Aura thing, like, Constantly; somewhat unintentionally, but also with not much effort really made to rein it in, bc they do think the reactions are hilarious lol. and like, the thing is, they were ALREADY doing it pre-bond, pretty much right from whenever dick, jason, or both made their first appearance w bruce outside of gotham and first established the existence of mini-bats for the outside world — i mean, that sense of leashed power, as well as the eerie synchronicity and ability to communicate in the tiniest of gestures, was really just a natural consequence of the crime-fighting codependency and the training bruce put them through, originally. (as you may be able to tell, i have an Extremely Normal Amount of Feelings about the concept of cryptid batfam <3). but WITH the bond?? i mean, the kids are all connected to each other, yes, but their primary connections are all to BRUCE, and once they've had time to adjust, and set + actually semi-consistently enforce some basic boundaries, they absolutely take pride in using that to it's fullest advantage (that they're capable of while not intentionally compromising anybody's autonomy, anyways).

and like… OP's already touched on this in earlier chapters briefly a few times, but i NEED a thorough exploration of the idea of bruce seeing this change in them, seeing them subconsciously incorporate even just these little subtle mannerisms, and feeling so fucking guilty about it and spiraling bc he's terrified that all of his self-destructive qualities [that he's painfully aware of in himself] will transfer over to the children, who somehow never seem to realize that how proud and grateful they make him when they demonstrate their DIFFERENCES from him in those regards. and he's just so scared that he'll somehow ruin the few parts of them he thinks he's miraculously managed to avoid 'tainting' with his mentorship/fatherhood until now… …and meanwhile the kids are about to start crying because dad no what the fuck,,, but also facepalming a little bit bc jesus CHRIST, B, did you never even stop to consider the fact that you're just… really fuckin smart and skilled and know how to do a frankly ungodly amount of Cool Shit that we all share an interest in, and we were excited to have the chance to copy more of that shit too?! just, even beyond the great mental image of the Danger Walk, what really got me about that scene was just... his two oldest boys, who are already so much like him, not hesitating for a SECOND to gleefully take the chance to match his behavior even MORE perfectly, and wanting to know where he learned something as (relatively, by their standards) simple as the Serious Business Walk, and wanting to share that memory because it's just fuckin cool, y'all! like, to be clear, i absolutely respect the fact that, at least by the time that they're entering adulthood/in the prime of their mental and physical youth, any of the batkids are pretty much on, or definitely rapidly approaching, the same level as bruce in general badassery — and they probably each have 1 or 2 specific skillsets in which they can and do surpass him. but at the same time, you CANNOT convince me that, at any given point in the established DC timeline, there exists a non-bruce batfam character who can really look at bruce (like his personality, his aforementioned ridiculous skillset, i mean everything about him) and not see at least ONE quality in him that they aspire to. maybe it's something they already have and just can't see in themselves, maybe it's more a projection of something one of their other siblings has and shares with bruce, maybe it's just some skill, some random combat move, that he doesn't need very often, and so when he does use it, it briefly reminds them that "holy shit, he's The Fucking Batman" — but there's always SOMETHING there, some reason that even when they're having trouble communicating or arguing or emotions are running high, they'll never truly lose that respect for him that compels these ridiculously independent, self-sufficient people to willingly follow him: to listen to him, to trust him, and to keep themselves ready to unite under his lead. because nobody can argue that they are a clan, whose purpose comes from being first united under the guidance and protection and love of the bat.

#borderline #batman #batfam #bruce wayne meta #bruce wayne is a good dad #dc batman #cryptid batfam #telepathic connection

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puppetmaster13u · 5 months

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Thinkin’ of This Au where Jason ends up collecting all of the de-aged liminal class which causes his plans to spiral. And am also thinking if he found them even earlier, before he made his big debut with 6 heads in a duffle bag, back when he was a mere whisper. Y’know, something minor the bats seemingly didn’t have to worry about.

Like he still has his goons, even if less than he would because he is still taking over the underbelly, it’s just far slower because suddenly he has like, twelve small children to keep safe along with defending the alley from these government goons.

Like I want the GIW to full on build files on this (to-them) half rabid ghost prowling crime alley whenever one survives to retreat and lick their wounds. Not a lot, mind you, but enough to notice a pattern. Enough to figure out when their lost specimens are not with the very dangerous ghost.

Enough to catch the babysitting goon off guard, to overwhelm them with numbers.

Enough to take his children.

And Jason has seen those labs, he’s torn apart several, but they aren’t in Gotham anymore, they’re goneGoneGone and he needs to get them back. They’re just babies, they’re his babies, and he’s not going to let them be cut into again.

And there is no warning on the Watchtower when the Zeta activates. There is no alarm when a hulking figure enters during their weekly nearly full-team meeting. A figure that could pass as both human or not, with sparks trailing behind barely restrained movements as they get ready to fight this masked intruder.

“Diana Prince, Wally West, Clark Kent, John Jones, Arthur Curry.” There’s this deadly calm as he speaks, because otherwise he would only be feeling rage. “I know each and every one of your identities, and if you don’t help me everyone is going to know them.”

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