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hauntingjasper · 2 months
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A Jackalope girl and her cat... thing
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valdevia · 6 months
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In the 1950s, the US National Park Service acquired M27 recoilless rifles from the military.
Their stated use was to trigger controlled avalanches, but a recent analysis of ammunition purchases shows they used many times more rounds than necessary.
The NPS was hunting something.
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puppetmaster13u · 8 days
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Prompt 296
Through a series of miscommunication, the League is now under the impression that Batman, strange cryptid that he is, may or may not have given birth to the other vigilantes running around in Gotham. This was not helped by Bruce referring to all of his children, no matter how big they get, as his babies. Nor was it helped by Red Robin, in the middle of a narcolepsy-fueled imminent crash, mentioned how he had no mother. 
It also doesn’t help that no one is aware that they are in fact completely normal people, and not aspects of Gotham itself brought to life. Though really that’s on the bats themselves, because at this point they should at least count as undead. 
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amazeingartist · 9 months
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The Cryptid Couple
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old doodles I cleaned up a bit
it is wild that military propaganda has made me ship the Loch Ness Monster with Mothman, like I know being a CoD fanartist wasn’t on the bingo card like. at all so this certainly wasn’t something I expected to happen lmao (not that I’m complaining, I’m having a blast)
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duketectivecomics · 17 days
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‘Jason was Duke’s robin’ ‘tim was dukes robin’ YOURE ALL FOOLS
Steph as dukes most formative robin is RIGHT THERE
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inkwellphotograph · 5 months
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dark academia on a poor university student budget
Because tuition is expensive and my job doesn't pay much.
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Letter-writing. Decorate the margins with simple doodles that you know they'd appreciate. Find your own, distinctive sign-off. (You can also do this online by customising emails, Google Docs links, etc.)
Libraries. Campus libraries and their hum of student chatter. Once they begin to get too loud for your liking, visit a public library and study amongst the towering shelves.
Thrifting. Slowly phase old porcelain tableware into your kitchen. Walk to class in a gently-battered long coat. Thumb through copies of classics with worn corners and an old love note on the inside cover. Especially if you find an ornate teacup or mug that you can keep at your study space to be completely yours.
Make it yourself. Press flowers between heavy books and use them as decoration in your journal or sketchbook. Cut up some scrap paper and make bookmarks with your favourite book quotes.
Explore. Wander around public parks in your favourite pullover or blazer, taking photos or sketching whatever it is that catches your interest. Investigate back corridors and secret passages on your campus.
Read all those books in your TBR. (I know you have a lot on there.)
Journal, write, sketch, paint, compose... indulge in whatever creative respite you choose. Create.
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buboplague · 2 years
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occult 
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Click for quality because Tumblr is being Tumblr
In one they see a rulebreaker and another they see their heart. Or maybe the first is how they always look and the second how they feel to y/n.
What kind of game of roulette is this?
A bias one.
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Look at 'em! @naffeclipse I thought it would be fun to draw Eclipse this way. When I got a sketch I liked in my sketchbook, I was too scared I might ruin it with no undo so I moved it over to digital.
And look how they turned out!! The boys! With a spin that they have little star designs across their body. They got an eclipse and a galaxy.
I'm very proud and pleased about the colored spikes too, turned out how I wanted them too. You might also notice the floof additions which I purposefully wanted to look like Moon's hat 'cause ya can't forget the hat
(I posted this before but then realized I didn't finish some elements so I yoinked it off my blog but one person had already reblogged it so one version of this is still out there. This message is to that person. Love ya for reblogging. Sound off in the tags or comments I dare you)
Extra:
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Here comes the boy! 
Hello boy~ 
Welcome. 
Here he is. 
He is here.
(well, two boys. Kind of. Boyo. Sweetie)
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steampoweredwerehog · 10 months
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“Life’s been kicking my butt lately so I’m gonna try to take it eas—“ *makes another Guy*
This is Renn, a depressed forest ranger who realizes he’s managing an alter ego that apparently does magic & likes property damage.
Oh he’s on Artfight btw
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berrybanana-arts · 3 months
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Valentines Pines 💕
OK so in my heart of hearts, both of these guys are acespec (because I am very demi myself haha) and someeee kind of biromantic and I thought it would be cute to do a little Valentines thing from the Stan Twins (and me) to you!!
Ford has been given a rose by his Valentine after visiting them briefly when the Stan O War docked in port and is now lost in thought while working (oh noooo the mysterious jars are now empty!! Let’s hope something hasn’t escaped…)
Stan on the other hand, thought he might do a surprise Valentine’s tour of the Mystery Shack! He’s offering no refunds… On his heart ;)
(But maybe you don’t want a refund on that?)
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puppetmaster13u · 14 days
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Who Wants a WIP of a thing I'm workin on of Batkids messin with the JL. Well technically they're going to, as soon as Bruce can be convinced to introduce them.
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   “Hey,” a figure crouched on the edge of a building chirped, the sound borderline literal as an easy-going grin spread across their face. “Hey B. B, I know you can hear me~” They poked a larger figure, one who was barely noticeable in the shadows and only by the glimmering white-out eyes that gleamed in the distant lamps below. 
   The first figure grinned wider when their prodding got a grunt, canines sharp. “C’mon B, you can’t just keep us here our entire lives,” they sang, voice dipping into twittering as they giggled. “Your League is already snoopin’ around Blud, and already tried to contact Auntie.” 
   Another grunt, the larger figure grumbling as though to say bet. The smaller snorted. “Seriously, you’ve never been able to get us to do what you say, you won’t be able to suddenly do so now!” 
   They squawked when a gloved hand with claws tugged them beneath a cloak, tucking them against the one they were heckling. “B, seriously! We’re not babies anymore, we can take care of ourselves y’know!” 
   An insistent grunt, claws combing through black hair. They rolled their eyes, even if it wasn’t visible beneath the domino-esque mask on their face. “I know you’re an adult now, Nightwing,” they said in a mocking exaggerated growl. “I trust you, Nightwing. I’m not a worry-wart Nightwing. Weren’t you the one to say we could trust the league?” 
   His ear was cuffed for his trouble, causing him to roll his eyes again. “Geeze, Batman, don’t be so excited and jumpin’ for joy now.” 
   Another grumble, insistent. 
   “No no, you don’t get to pull but my babies,” Nightwing mocked. “I don’t need your permission y’know! I could stop hiding whenever the J-L goes into Bludhaven and boom! Besides-” He grinned, tucking himself against his companion. “If we can go up to the Watchtower you can see us more often, Dad!” 
   Bingo. 
   Batman grumbled, arm tightening around him in a sort of side-hug. But he was thinking about it, which was more than a start. Bruce had a ‘if you can’t beat them, join them’ sort of mindset when it came to him and his siblings after all, so all that was needed was for one of them to start asking. 
   “Please Dad?” he wheedled, poking his head out from under the cloak to look up at B with wide eyes. “I’ll stay right next to you or auntie the entire time so you know I’m safe!” 
   The older vigilante faltered, head turning away. Nightwing was stubborn though- he’d managed to convince B for him to go out when he was younger, and that was in Gotham- so he could definitely convince him of this. 
   “Pretty please Dad? I won’t take off my trackers or anything!” he made sure his voice was earnest, even if he was pouting. “I’ll even… ergh,” he fake gagged. “I’ll even wear the child-leash.” The dreaded child leash, the thing that haunted him as a child, and now haunted his siblings just as much. 
   “Hrn…” He was squished more against his father’s side, the hug tightening before he was let go. “We’ll discuss it at home.” 
   Well.
    It wasn’t a no.
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lavenoon · 1 year
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TFW your curious human partner wants to watch you eat but you're maybe not quite ready to have them witness it, so you tease them out of it
@naffeclipse I looked at all the angst buildup from chapter 17 and just decided to ignore it to instead deliver post-canon fluff <3
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moonlume · 1 year
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yeah it's december whatever. look at my spooky guys. 🎃
[ stickers here, totes / keych / pins coming soon to the same place! ]
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goddess-of-graphite · 2 years
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Building off of the cryptid!Batfamily universe… I propose: the Wayne family, acting freely unhinged in public because they are a rich family full of lunatics and let’s be real, this is Gotham: if even their celebrities aren’t weird as fuck can it even be called Gotham?
further, I suggest all their antics should be posted online (carefully curated, even if it doesn’t seem like it to the public). Just the batboys being ridiculous as civilians because the batfamily isn’t even perceived as human so, like, might as well? Hiding in plain sight, because surely a family so open about their lives couldn’t possibly be vigilantes.
SO! I give you: the Wayne Family, Online
The Bat Clan were professional cryptids. They were serious about their duty and intent on performing it as efficiently as possible - no wasted effort, no fighting between them, no reckless charging in alone…
So, as far as vigilantes go, they were somewhere between myth and public servants. Each trained to put aside personal grievances in the face of a greater purpose, mistakes and blunders were rare.
But, see, behind the masks and under the cowls, they were still people - each unique with their own issues, their own disagreements. And with their careful separation of their personal lives from their vigilante work, all that complicated emotional stuff had to be expressed in their civilian lives.
So the Bat’s Clan were shadowy legends spoken of in fear by criminals hiding in dark alleys.
The Wayne Family, on the other hand, were…
Well, Not That.
Twitter user RedRobin(disambiguation) posted at 5:03:
Lmao this is why social services keep getting called
[video is taken from the foot of a grand staircase. at the top, with his foot on a man-sized roll of bubble wrap, is a boy with a strip of hair dyed pastel pink in the front. a voice, originating from behind the camera, yells up, “Ready!” another voice, muffled significantly, shouts the same, and the bubble wrap roll wiggles a little. with a wicked grin and a solid kick, the boy sends the roll flying down the stairs. the muffled voice is screaming delightedly, broken by every step the roll hits on the way down. the camera backs up as the roll reaches the bottom and keeps going, the video going blurry as it turns to follow the roll. the roll hits a wall, hard, with a loud thump, and the muffled screaming cuts off with a groan. the camera shakes as whoever is filming runs over to reveal that, within the bubble wrap, is a human. he is trapped, squirming, his feet just peeking out of one end, and the camera comes around to the other end to show a young man’s face, well and truly snug in his bubbly prison. he is giggling, echoing the laughter of at least two other people, and the sound of feet running up as the boy from the top of the stairs appears and rolls the human sushi over to begin picking at the tape keeping the wrap firmly bound.
“I’m gonna have so many bruises” the bound man wheezes, and the boy trying to free him has to take a break he is laughing so hard. the camera turns rapidly one last time to show another boy’s face, teary-eyes from laughing, and it is clear that he is the one filming. “this is what happens when we’re getting along” he says and the video ends]
RedRidin’intheHood commented:
I got to kick Dick off a staircase without getting yelled at lol today was a good day
DoNotSearch”PurpleWaffles” commented:
I mean what else do you use that much bubble wrap for
TiredHimboDad commented:
You are all menaces.
PappapBabbab commented:
dis u? 
[a shitty edit of three people in a “getting along” shirt. the background is a building on fire and exploding. cinnamon toast crunch rains down around them, several pieces trailing flame. there is a trail of glitter behind them, and one of them holds a can that is erupting with colourful, clearly fake, snakes. each of the people have a different and equally ugly pair of sunglasses pasted onto them. one small snake is wielding a knife and wearing a top hat]
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naffeclipse · 1 year
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@themeeplord Happy Birthday! It's not much, but I figured some cryptid fluff is in order for your special day! I hope you eat lots of good food and celebrate just how you like, and know that it's such a gift to have you in this community. You are so cherished and loved. I am so grateful to know you and see all of your lovely works and kindness!
Happy Birthday, babe! ♥
The Pond Episode
Cryptid!Sun/Moon x Cryptid Hunter!Y/N (SFW)
“Look,” you point. The fully fringed head of crimson and deep blue sun rays swivel to your gesture. Then, a low, deep sound of surprise fills the air. The pond holds a surface of glass, reflecting the sun, trees, and cradling a dozen or so lily pads adorn with bright blush-pink flowers, floating lazily over the deep green water.
Word Count: ~1,800 Warnings: Slightly suggestive and heavy kissing.
A/N: Warning for slight spoilers for Cryptid Sightings as this is set post-reveal of Sun/Moon being a cryptid, but the spoilers are very minor. Enjoy!
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sinister-moonlight · 8 months
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Its been so long since I finished @naffeclipse's fic Cryptid Sightings but I got the urge to draw some more Cryptid monster design for Eclipse cause I still can't stop loving the way Naff created their Crypid!Eclipse! <3 I cannot stop the love I have for CS and I do need to reread it one day.
I did forget that it was four arms sooo um... woop! Hahaha!
I was like always inspired by the AMAZING - I cant praise my love for Meep's art enough no matter how much I try!! - @themeeplord cause their CS!Eclipse makes me MELT! Lemme hold their cute face!! This time I went with a more glowly design since I love light effects and I imagine that this Cryptid!Eclipse can turn their light on and off to use as a angler fish to lure their prey closer in the dark.
Please check out both Naff and Meep for their amazing work and their ability to make me melt with their creations! <3
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A little "short" story under to build on the picture <3 Been a while since I written stories haha!
The ever pressuring darkness of the ancient forest around seem to chill you to your very bones. Every creak of the old trees makes you flinch and turn your head praying its just a bird, but there is no sound of any animals in the forest with you. No hooting owl. No scavenging fox in the underbrush.
It is just you.
Or is it?
The heavy blackness is suddenly breaking as a red light seem to come from a unknown source just a short ways in front of where you were going. It almost looks like a firefly as it bobbles gently in the wind. Another is soon followed but this one a deep blue.
You feel your tired legs start to move towards the almost hypnotizing light. The exhaustion in your body seem to get heavier as if the light is telling you that it is finally okay to take a break. You feel safe.
The silence of the forest is then shattered by the sound of bells.
'Ding... Ding...'
Its a soft sound. A sound that reminds you of a windchime softly singing in the summer breeze.
More lights are now accompanying the previous ones and they seem to almost take shape.
Your mind is trying to tell you that it is not safe. You know the stories of the demon in this forest - yet still you went in only armed with a old camera around your neck. The elders in your small town spoke of the demon - or old god as some called them - and how it lured in wrong doers and so called rulebreakers to punish them. You been taught and ordered already as a young child never to enter the forest at night, but the stories had done the opposite of scaring you away.
They had thrilled you to enter.
Yet now you feared that maybe you really should have listened. Maybe you should have been scared as slowly giant hands dipped in red and blue reached out for you to oh so gently grasp your head and hips. The size double of that of your head with claws longer then your whole hand. Sharper then the teeth of the old stray dog that you used to feed at night.
Bright yellow eyes enveloped in red stares into your own with a soft cooing and rumbling coming from fanged mouth. A sound resembling the bellows of a crocodile emitting from the being's chest where it's bright petal shaped crest stands proudly like that of a lions mane.
Slowly it pulls you in where the hands travel to gently lift you up and press you close to its body as if you were something precious to keep safe.
You are now fighting to keep your eyes open as they grow heavier and heavier as the gentle chime of the bells and the now soft rumbling sings you to sleep. The feeling of being moved only managed to make you lose the fight to stay awake.
The last thing you register as the slumber sweeps you under is a deep voice that whispers in your hair with what sounds like two overlapping voices.
"Rest little one. Nothing in our forest will cause you harm. Not as long as we can help it..."
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