#but either way i'm a cryptid and that sounds about right
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i watched a movie last night about this couple that goes on a hiking/camping trip and on their way to the site they stop at this little roadside restaurant called "bigfoot's burger shack" and my brain immediately went omg but what if wayne and eddie owned a little diner off the side of the road on the way to a forest famous for "bigfoot sightings" and their restaurant was like totally cryptid themed. and then my brain spiralled...
it's dustin's birthday and he's in his cryptid era right now, so of course he is desperate to visit the forest best known for having the most bigfoot sightings.
robin is just as interested in cryptids as dutsin is (she's not a full blown conspiracy theorist or anything but she DOES get wildly entertained by them, and she loves to read up on them even if she doesn't necessarily believe/agree with some of them).
and because robin and dustin are so into it, steve gets roped along. although, is it getting roped along if you're the one that offers to drive and also plan the whole camping trip while you're at it? (plus, hey, steve's curious too.)
so steve robin and dustin head out to "bigfoot forest" or whatever fun name the locals and tourists alike have given it.
on the drive there they pass this little diner on the outskirts of the nearby town and decide to stop for a bite to eat before they finish the last stretch of the drive to the campsite. this place is one of those like cozy diner style places that's full of like locally handcarved furnishings and every square inch of the walls is covered in framed photographs and various signage and knick knacks of all kinds. except this place has fully capitalized on the nearby forest, because it's basically like a cryptid cafe - those photos on the wall are various "bigfoot sightings" and newspaper articles and clippings about bigfoot and other various cryptids. it's fun and it's very clearly a good business model lol.
this place, of course, is owned and operated by none other than wayne and eddie munson.
(i'm thinking the place is maybe called "benny's bigfoot buffet" and they took it over for benny hammond after he either died or mysteriously disappeared or just moved on.)
but anyways, steve robin and dustin stop there for lunch and they meet eddie and wayne and they all get to chatting and blah blah. eddie and wayne tell them plenty of stories of sightings - both ones they've heard from other people as well as their own (because of course they're believers).
eventually, steve robin and dustin have to leave because it's getting later and they want to make it to the campsite before it gets dark so they can set up.
blah blah blah. the first night is relatively normal, they hear some sounds and steve teases robin about it being bigfoot, and dustin gets excited about that. but they make it through the night. the next day they explore a bit. then when night falls, weird things happen. more sounds, only closer, louder, and they sound... like something. like an animal, like a creature. dustin and robin obviously go bigfoot but steve isn't so convinced. but then dustin runs out of the tent because he wants to try to get a photo or something and steve and robin chase after him and. and. annnnnnd.
he goes missing.
steve and robin comb the forest that night calling for dustin, searching for him. they don't find him though. but steve sees something. he sees bigfoot. (or what he is absolutely convinced is bigfoot now.)
they head to the munson's diner so they can use their phone to call the local police, and hopper callahan and powell roll up onto the scene and ask what happened and steve and robin tell them, and at first steve doesn't want to tell them about what he thinks he saw because he knows how that's going to play out. they're going to think he's crazy. but robin convinces him to maybe? or maybe she just tells them herself. but, as expected, they laugh at that. they tell them that bigfoot isn't real. blah blah.
of course, during all of this eddie and wayne were listening, they heard it all. and after hopper and co talk to them, eddie corners steve and is like tell me what you saw and there's something about him that makes steve feel like safe almost? like he can tell eddie and he won't laugh like the cops, he won't judge steve, he won't call him crazy. so he tells eddie and eddie looks spooked, but also excited and he tells steve yeah. that sounds like bigfoot.
and blah blah they end up taking things into their own hands and doing the investigating themselves, steve robin and eddie. (maybe they call in some reinforcements in the form of eddie's friends from town? local journalist nancy wheeler, photographer jonathan byers, max mayfield, fellow cryptid enthusiast)
and i literally have not thought of anything past this or what actually happened to dustin or how they find him or if bigfoot is actually real in this or if they end up unconvering some huge government conspiracy instead or something lmaoo. but yeahhhhhhh. oh and also ofc steddie happens along the way lol.
just. cryptids. bigfoot. spoooooooky. pacific northwest forest vibes. appalachian munsons. yeahhhhhh.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#dustin henderson#wayne munson#stranger things#mack writes#im in my cryptid era#no plot just vibes rn but is this something
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲: 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐝!𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Part 2 ⇢
Summary: In which you stumbled upon Cryptid!Eddie cowering in an alleyway one chilly autumn night in Hawkins, Indiana. And make a new friend.
Warnings: Bittersweet fluffy friends. Angst in the form of sad, not so little guy. Cheesiness. DemoEddie.
A/n: I may make a slowly updated friends to lovers series out of this, as I'm fond of their interactions. I'm certainly thinking of writing this from Eddie's pov. Also, I am done with summer so here it's fall 🧡
It's a particularly cold autumn night as you empty the trash from the bakery into the dumpster.
You're new to Hawkins, and you've heard all the strange stories. Though, you thought it was all small town hysteria and conspiracy theories. But the town was now a tourist destination. And a perfect place to open your first business.
You'd had a busy grand opening and your mind is still thinking over the day when you hear a startled yelp from inside the large trashcan.
You stumbled back as a dark figure leaps out and darts into the shadows. A strange high-pitched whine following the sound of scrapping.
Was it a dog?
Pulling your coat around you tighter, you venture to investigate, carefully.
"Stay back..." A raspy voice calls out from the corner. A large wisp of breath floating towards you.
Your feet stop moving, was it the dog's owner? Something wasn't adding up.
"Sir, if you need food for your dog, I have dog treats inside if-"
A distorted laughter seeps from the shadows, it turns into a spine-chilling whinny. If a whistling wind could chortle.
"Please just...go away." said the voice.
He didn't sound like he was in good shape, and you ponder calling the police.
"Hold on, I'll be back, I'm just going to call and get you some help. You don't sound well, sir-"
"Don't do that!" it bellowed. The cry knocks you off your feet, the force behind and it and something else…
You wince, glass shards stuck in your palm. You have little time to worry about it, however, as you feel a thick, warm liquid seep out of your ear.
His yowl felt like standing too near a train whistle.
You sat among the scattered leaves of the large oak tree above your shop, trying to stop the fear racing in your chest.
Pressing a finger to your ear, you examine the blood.
A moan of regret comes from the shadows, "I tried to warn you. Please leave." it says.
Something in the way its words hit your core, sways your fear into an odd curiosity.
"He sounds sad." You find yourself thinking.
One thing was obvious, that cry that pierced your ears, would have hurt any canine to the point of whimpering. His dog was either deaf, or there was never a dog to begin with.
"But could a man hop out of a dumpster with such speed?" you ponder.
Getting to your feet, you hear shuffling in the corner. It's extremely late and Hawkins has gone to bed. In the sleepy quiet, all small sounds are magnified. The same was true to the tiny hiss of pain in the corner.
"Are you hurt?" You question, only to be answered by a hushed growl.
You bit your lip and glance away. "Listen, I won't call the police, but at least let me help." you offer.
He says nothing, but you can hear him slink further into his corner.
"I won't come back there, I promise. I'm just going to bring you a blanket, my first aid kit and maybe something warm to drink?" you say.
He doesn't respond, but he'd made himself perfectly clear any time he'd disagreed with your actions.
"Ok, I'll be right back." you murmur, whisking away to the back door of your shop.
Closing the cold out behind you, you lean against the door and exhale. Just a moment to collect yourself. However, you still had little time to squander.
You take the old lift to your studio above and rummage through your trundle drawers for your extra blanket. Moving about as fast as you are able, you pop a cup of hot chocolate into the microwave.
From your bed came a dry 'mrow' from your calico devon rex.
"Not now Toad, I'll give you your snack later, I promise." you tell her as her green eyes square on you.
At the sound of the 'ding' with blanket and paper cup in hand, you head back down.
In a small amount of time, the wind decided to waken. Opening the back door, you are met with the biting breeze.
There's a slight gasp and a great commotion.
"Shit, fuck...damn it..." a string of soft curses follows the noise of hit metal and pavement.
"A-are you ok? I did say I'd be right back." you call to him. Blanket thrown over your shoulder and cup in hand.
You feel as though someone's watching you with a weighty gaze.
Quietly, you move forward and set the cup on the ground.
"I kinda don't want to lay your blanket down on the cold ground. So, I'll just hold it out to you?" your statement comes out as a question.
He offered no objections, only -
"Could you," he lulled carefully, "possibly look away."
You nod and turn your head, shutting your eyes. Scraping against the concrete tickles your ears.
Briefly against your fingertips, a cold pointed sensation brushes against your skin. The shivering touch stands out even against the frosty night air.
You shut your eyes tighter at the swooshing of the blanket.
More scraping, he must be going for the cup. But why that sound? What's moving along the ground?
Curiosity won't leave you be, and you dare to take a peek.
Your head slowly turns as your eyes widen gradually. Your lips tremble as they part, and your hand goes to silence a gasp.
The man kneeling before you, blanket draped over his shoulders, hardly looked like a man at all.
Long shaggy curls hid his face, lanky arms twice the length of any natural anatomy were thin but strictly muscle. What one would expect to see if you pulled away one's skin.
Hands the length of feet grasped the cup, spindly taloned fingers curling over one another.
If he stood he would be a tower, a gangly frightening tower.
But what shocked you the most was the oddly elegant webbing around his arms.
"Wings." you exhaled.
The creature who'd been happily slurping the chocolate looked up at you with a start.
He was the monster, and yet he was the one who looked terrified. While his body shivered from the cold, fear had him frozen in place.
Dark eyes slowly filled with water, they shimmered under the light of the crescent moon.
You should have been running, you have screamed and called for help. Though somehow in that alley, looking into the face of this creature, you felt as if you were the threat.
Moving carefully, you lower yourself as much as possible.
"You're ok." you tell him. You take your words slowly and make sure to meet his eye.
"I won't hurt you, if you won't hurt me. Deal?" you ask.
He watches you in wonder but manages to nod his head.
Looking over your shoulder, you glance at the door. It probably wasn't wise to bring a monster into your business. It was probably twice as ridiculous when said business was also your home.
With a sigh, you turned back to him and managed a smile. You offered out your hand.
"Come on, You'll freeze to death out here, and you missed the grand opening today. We gave away free finger sandwiches and soup." you tell him.
He blinks several times, his gaze tells you he thinks you're a little looney. However, his eyes fall to your hand, it's in his eyes that he wants to take it.
You wait patiently and twinkle your fingers.
"Well come on, when's the last time you had a nice hot meal, hmm?" you tempt him.
A strangled chuckle chokes out from his throat, droplets of water now coating his eyelashes. He shook his head no, but the weight in your palm and the fingers curled tightly around your hand whispered, "please."
You look on him softly and give the hand dwarfing your own a gentle shake. "Very well then, come on." you hum.
"My name is ____, I hope you'll enjoy Lazy Pot's signature soup." You continue to converse with him, if only to put him at ease. That look on his face left a sour feeling in your gut.
"You're nuts." He murmured.
"I get that a lot." you shrug. Had you turned around, his height may have stunned you.
You lead him to the door, standing in the entryway, when his feet come to a halt. With his hand still gripped onto yours, dead weight pulls you back.
You turn to him with your question silently lingering on your face.
He didn't have to voice his answer.
"I promise, I'm probably the scariest thing about this building." you tell him. His eyes which had been stuck on the door look down to his clawed feet.
He awkwardly raised one digileg and wiped his large foot against the mat.
You weren't going to correct him, for fear you'd scar him off. Waiting for the creature to wipe his feet and ducking to clear the entryway, take his first steps into the door.
What struck you with an uncomfortable tingle down your spin was a red, swollen wound around his right ankle.
The faint sweet and savory smells that hovered in the shop seemed to be luring him in as he gave his lips a lick. One small step at a time, it took a while before he'd made it completely through the door.
"May I close the door now?" You ask.
He gives an absent nod, eyes scanning his new surroundings with a twinkle.
Moving slowly, you closed the door.
With the curtains drawn shut, you watched in wonder while the creature plowed through plates of finger sandwiches, and his third bowl of soup.
Your eyes followed the twined tail that swished about the ground like a cluster of roots.
"How'd I miss that?" you think to yourself.
If it wasn't all so peculiar, you might have laughed. He was hardly frightening, cocooned in his blanket, gobbling down spoonfuls of soup like a child eating all his most favorite food.
With a release of breath, you lean back in your chair, finally able to relax.
The creature came to a realized halt, and with timid eyes glanced up at you. You flashed him a smile.
He reaches his finger out towards the plate piled in sandwiches, "You don't want anything?" He asked between slurps.
Your eyes crease into a smile of their own, "thank you, but those are all yours. I don't think I've ever seen someone enjoy my food this much, please help yourself." You urge.
For a moment you could have sworn you saw red tint his cheeks.
He wiped his mouth with the bend of his wrist and looked away from your eyes.
"Thank you." He murmured quietly.
"No, thank you, I think you've given me the best wordless review I've ever received." you chimed.
Your brows knit with concern as you move to leave the table.
Before you could blind, a hand snatched your arm, a trembling grip held to you.
"I'm just going back to the kitchens, there's a first aid kit back there. Your ankle is hurt." you explain in a slow calm.
His hands ease back, fingers uncurling from your wrists.
"Sorry." he whispers.
"It's fine. I'll be back." you say this, but you can still feel a worried gaze watching as you go.
It was almost uncomfortably quiet while he allowed you to clean and wrap his leg. The food was gone, and he now sipped on a bottle of water.
But you could feel those eyes on you.
"Do you have a name?" you ask him, desperate for sound beyond the ticking of the wall clock.
"I-" his words caught as if trying to remember.
You glance up at him, his eyes wide.
"It's been a long time since I needed to know my own name." he confessed.
"Is it Joe? You look like a Joe." You tease.
The creature shook his head.
"Billy?" You keep up, with a snap of your fingers you grin, "Tom, that's it for sure."
His eyes stay on you before a hint of a smile comes to his face.
"Name's Eddie." he says.
"Well Eddie, I'm glad I found you when I did," you hummed, listening as the wind gave a howl.
You move away, finished with treating his wound. "Where are you from?"
He scoffs, "Hawkins." he said.
"Do you have a home? Family? Others like-"
You swallow your words as Eddie flinched.
"Are there no others like you?" you ask softly.
"No, I came back....wrong." he whispered, lifting his hands so that he might look at them. Eddie gave his fingers a wiggle, his claws clacking together.
It may have been better to change the subject. "What happened to your leg?"
"Bear trap, spent too much time around the local farms." Eddie uttered quickly under his breath.
"Bear trap!" you nearly shout.
Eddie shrugged, "it's happened before." he spoke, eyes wandering between his hands and yours.
You had so many questions. How'd something as large as himself hide for others? It couldn't have been easy.
Was he born this way? If so, why were there none like him?
In the back of your mind, the rumors about the town echoed.
Slowly Eddie pushed out of his seat, "Thank you, ____. I'll hit the roa-"
A loud crack was followed by the delicate tinkling of glass shards against the wood floors.
You duck as you hear cackling and several more crashes.
"Welcome to Hell! Enjoy your grand opening! Freak!" voices shout amongst the laughter.
Your eyes fall on the brick and stones laying on your shop floor.
Headlights blinding both you and Eddie as they brightened before the tire's squealed.
The shop became dark and silence took over once again. The holes in the glass welcoming in the cold wind, insult to injury.
In that silence, you lingered, until it felt safe to move. You rose up and glared at the brick. "It's the same everywhere I go." you murmured.
Eddie turned to you with a brow raised.
You sigh, "I don't know if you have access to news or papers. But I'm kind of infamous by way of an unhinged celebrity dad. He tried to blow up Area 51. Said they were hiding a hell gate. Of course, that drags his novelist chef child into the pits as well." you muttered.
"it's stupid." you shrugged, going to fetch the broom.
Eddie's eyes followed you. "hell gate?" he asked.
"Like it said, it's stupid." you called back to him.
Eddie shook his head as if clearing his thoughts or shaking away a bad memory. His eyes going to the window.
"I can go get them, if you'd like." he offered you, voice hollow.
You loot at him steadily, "are you offering because you think that's what a monster ought to do?" You ask.
Eddie turns towards you with clumsy feet, his head tilts a little.
"I mean, at least I'd be good for something like this." he said with a shrug.
Your eyes thinned at him. "You say that like you weren't always...like, that."
"I wasn't," Eddie then chuckled, "alright, I may have always had this ugly mug." he said circling his face.
You frowned a little at his disparaging smile.
"But I wasn't always like this. It kind of just..." Eddie's words faded.
You waited, but knew he had little intentions of finishing that statement.
Eddie glanced around, twiddling his long fingers. "So um," he lulled sucking in his lips, "y-you got another broom. I can help with this." He offered.
You found yourself blinking and, wordless as you watched him, fidget about. The sight of the bashful creature was certainly something to see.
His words crept out from his lips quietly, "or, you know, I can just leave."
Your eyes brows creased as you watched him, his body seemed to turn away from the door naturally. That obscure tail of his wrapping around his feet. Eddie's entirety was trying to fit into the tiny place where he stood.
Saying nothing, you walk to him, tilting your head back to look up at him. Eddie's eyes almost fret full as he waited for you to speak, they wouldn't hold your gaze as he shied them away.
"I'll le-" Eddie gasped silently, his hands naturally gripping the broomstick you'd offered him.
For a moment, he looked at you with eyes so wide you feared they'd roll out from the sockets.
You give him a smile, "I'll go get the other broom." as you turn away from him, you manage to catch a glimpse of a small smile. Both of Eddie's hands clutched the broom stick tightly.
After cleaning up and making Eddie some more soup in thanks, You studied him. "What am I going to do with you?" you pondered.
Eddie clanged his spoon against his bowl, any minute now he'd announce he should leave again. But still his movements were the opposite of what his words would have been.
"I should-"
"Leave?" you asked.
Eddie looked up at you a flushed slightly. "Yeah."
"Where would you go? Where do you go?"
"There are lots of woods and thickets around Hawkins. It's easy to disappear in the cornfield near the outskirts." He murmured.
"But you came all the way to downtown." You stated.
Eddie nodded, "I was checking on someone."
At the twinkle of realization in your eyes, Eddie quickly held out his hands. "I didn't let them see me. I never do." he said.
Looking down at his hands, Eddie flexed his powerful claws, whispering, "not like this."
"but you do have people who care about you and where you might be." you spoke carefully.
Eddie subtly shook his head, "they care, but i've been dead for years now."
"Dead?"
Eddie simply nodded and got to his feet, heading for the back door. "Thank you for the food, and..." Eddie's claws grasped at the blanket still dangling over his shoulders.
His thumb stroked the slightly beaded lenty fabric.
"You can keep it." your words rushed out quickly. He seemed not to want to part with it.
"and," you exhaled slowly.
This was probably a stupid idea. The worse idea, the point in most movies were you wanted to shout at the screen "idiot!" but with hands balled up loosly you resolved yourself.
"You can stay." you said.
Eddie's slumped shoulders jerked up to square as he turned to look at you.
"If you want." you added, "I mean...it's friggin cold out."
He pulled the blanket around himself like a hug, tail swishing about, "you're sure? Like serious?" he questioned.
You can't help but let out a little laugh at his reaction.
"Like sooo serious. It's not everyday you meet a friendly beast." you tease.
Eddie pulled his new old blanket above his head and cocooned himself once again. For the first time he flashed a full smile and it was uniquely dazzling.
"I won't cause you any problems. I promise." He said quickly.
"You won't even know I'm here, swear. I, I can stand guard down here, sleep in one of the booths or something." He spoke excitedly, tail trashing about more, whacking into the tables.
"It's still cold down here, the windows are busted." You said, withholding your laughter.
Pointing over your shoulder towards the small lift, you smiled. "My studio is upstairs. You can sleep on the sofa." you offered.
Eddie tightened the blanket around himself even more.
"But, that's your house." his words tumbled out.
"Yeah. I'm not the brightest. But I let what looks like an eight-foot man faced bat-raptor version of a xenomorph into my shop a talked to it for what's amounting to two hours now." you reasoned.
You eased away your playfulness and gave him an earnest smile. "If you'd had plans to hurt me, you could have done so already. Very easily. You don't want to."
Eddie fiddled with his claws, looking down at his feet.
So once again, you held out your hand. "Now it's no commercial grade lift, just a personal one the previous owner had. I-I'm not sure if it'll carry the both of us but, I guess we'll soon see." you chuckled.
Eddie slipped his hand into yours, your finger's barely able to wrap around his large palms.
As you stood next to him, dwarfed by his height, the elevator doors closed. "Oh...how are you with cats?" you asked him.
"They hate me."
"Oh no..."
Toad mrowed loudly as she proclaimed her spot on Eddie's lap. Rubbing the side of her face and ears against his claws like a personal scratcher.
"So much for they hate me." you sighed with a giggle. Returning to Eddie with a spare pillow and another blanket. He was far too lanky for just one.
In the better lighting of your studio, you could finally see his clothes. Ripped and tattered as if he'd seen battle. Everything was shrunken in the wash in a cartoonish fashion.
Eddie shied away as he noticed your attention on him.
"Stop, you wouldn't want to be stared at." you told yourself.
Going to him, you offered the pillow, "Here you go."
Eddie excepted the pillow and set it in place, Toad taking her leave after arching her back high into a stretch.
You notice Eddie's eyes flutter, lids dropping. You speak quietly, "Lay down, you're safe here." and it causes him to peer up at you. His dark eyes large and sad now filled with what you could only describe as gratitude.
His body relax as if accepting a wave of exhaustion. Eddie curled into a ball and lay his head down on the pillow, wrapped in the initial blanket.
Using the second blanket, you pull it over his lower half, taking care around his ankle.
Eddie's eyes closed as he managed a "thank you" through a yawn.
Your hand reaches down to him, just managing to stop yourself inches above the top of his head.
"Would that be weird?" you asked yourself, but he just seemed so...small. Like a kitten scooped out of the gutter.
"Yeah," you thought. Instead, resting said head on his shoulder. "Get some rest, Eddie. Something tells me it's been a long time." you whispered.
"I'm just across the room, behind the divider, if you need anything." you offered. But you could already hear his soft snoring.
You gently tuck in the blankets snug and make your way around to turn off the lights. Before heading to the bathroom to change, you steal one last look.
There you find Toad, hopping onto Eddie and walking her comfy circles before nestling atop of him and his blankets.
Your gaze on him softens, "how utterly terrifying." you think with a shake of your head, closing the bathroom door behind you.
That's how you met The Monster in the Alley.
Part 2 ⇢
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#cryptid!eddie x reader#demo!eddie x reader#probably a slowly updated series maybe just when i have more thoughts on this#eddie munson fic
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In my head, you’re a Magnus Archives blog. I mean, I know you obviously listen to other things, but In my mind it’s things like Welcome to Nightvale, Malevolent, Hello from the Hallowoods, The Sheridan Tapes, things like that, horror and supernatural.
So I had to do a double-take when I saw a Dungeons and Daddies post from you, I really didn’t know you listened to it. Then I see you reblog a Fawx and Stallion post, and now I’m just wondering how many podcasts you’ve listened to that I’ve also listened to.
Hahaha yes this blog has been mainly for tma stuff for years now, I still feel like I'm new to the fandom but honestly I've been here through a lot of it since the beginning of season 5
Buuuuut in the past few months I've stopped going into the tma tag regularly and been feeling a little detached from it, at least as opposed to before. My listen to tmagp has been way less interactive and I hardly reblog content anymore (which is something I like doing but because of various bad experiences on the internet recently I have yet to recover from I feel safer posting my own original posts rather than reblogging)
And that freed up a space in my mind to realize I've actually been listening to a lot of podcasts besides tma and it's honestly a shame not to talk about them more with others
I do listen to a lot of horror fantasy supernatural and science fiction podcasts! I also love a lot of dnd and ttrpg podcasts, I also love everything dropout and wish I could get into critical role but it's so big I don't think I'll manage it
I put under the cut a (quite long) list of the podcasts I have listened to and/or have notifications turned on
Anyone following me, you're welcome to send me an ask about one of them if you like them as well or want to hear about them!
I also put a list of podcasts on my to listen to list. Feel free to drop a recommendation for which them to listen to first!
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Podcasts I'm caught up on (the lists are long so it's alphabetical without "the")
Ongoing podcasts
The Amelia project
Ask your father
A voice from darkness
Black box
Brimstone valley mall
Camlann
The cellar letters
Death by dying
Derelict
Eeler's choice
Ethics town
Fawx and stallion
Hello from the Hallowoods
The hundred handed
Levian
Lost terminal
The Magnus protocol
Malevolent
Midnight burger
The mistholme museum of mystery morbidity and mortality
Neon inkwell
New years day
Not quite dead
Old gods of Appalachia
The penumbra podcast
The program
Red valley
The Sheridan Tapes
The silt verses
The sound museum
Super suits
Tell no tales
Tiny terrors
Traveling light
Unseen
The vesta clinic
Victoriocity
The white vault
Completed podcasts
Absolutely no adventures
Archive 81
Borrasca
The bright sessions
Camp here and there
Descendants
Give me away
I am in eskew
Monstrous agonies
Parkdale haunt
The Magnus archives
Re: dracula
The secret of st kilda
Spirit box radio
Steal the stars
Time:bombs
We know none
Wolf 359
Wooden overcoats
Ttrpgs
The adventure zone
Campaign skyjacks
Chapter and multiverse
Dark dice
Dice shame
Dimension 20 (not a podcast but I listen to it like one)
Dungeons and daddies
Not another d&d podcast
Rusty Quill gaming
Worlds beyond number
Podcast on my listen next list:
The Alexandria archives
Alice isn't dead
Ars paradoxica
Believer
The Black tapes
Blackwood
The box
The bridge
Carrier
Counterbalance
The cryptid keeper
Darkest night
The darkroom
The dark tome
The deca tapes
The deep vault
Dreamboy (this one is nsfw so it makes me nervous lol)
Duggan Hill
The earth collective
Either
The far meridian
The fountain road files
The glass canon
Jar of rebuke
Kings fall am (I started but heard not great things about it)
Knifepoint horror
Kollok 1991
Less is morgue
The leviathan chronicles
Liberty
Limetown
The lost cat
Mabel
Maeltopia
Marscorp
Mirrors
Mockery manor
Next stop
The no sleep podcast
The orphans
The Orpheus protocol
Out of place
Paired
Palimpsest
The phone booth
Point mystic
Pseudopod
Rabbits
The right left game
Shadows at the door
Spines
Stellar firma
The storage papers
Stories from among the stars
Super ordinary
Superstition
Tanis
Tides
Unwell
Vast horizon
Victoria's lift
Video palace
Welcome to night Vale (I listen to this one very sporadically lol)
We're alive
Within the wires
Woe begone (I started but got stuck on episode 20ish but want to continue)
Wrong station
Ttrpgs
BomBARDded
Critical role (it's sooo long tho)
Dames and dragons
Dragon friends
Join the party
The lucky die
Queens of adventure
Realms of pearl and glory
Rude tales of magic
Skyjacks courier call
Three black halflings
#i should definitely update my blog description lol#podcasts#ask#mine#oh man thats alot of podcasts xD#hmmm i think i might main tag this so tma people will listen to more podcasts#tma#the magnus archives
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A Series of Sumeru Mishaps [Double Trouble SAGAU]
A body double takes on the land of wisdom and dreams. Meanwhile, the ordinary and extraordinary folk alike are swept into the maelstorm of chaos that is their Creator's 'international ambassador'.
Aka the -Sumeru 3.0 update consumed me like fungi so here we are- special edition. Also known as -Tighnari didn't come home and threw a Jean at me so I'm venting- edition.
MASTERLIST
Sumeru was brimming with both life and death, which you came to learn when you stumbled onto a patch of land reeking of absolute corruption. It was a horrifying yet heartbreaking sight, where the vitality of nature was poisoned by the strange red plants, the air itself suffocated your lungs with the stench of death.
"This looks really terrifying realistically..." You murmured, about to bolt the other way when you noticed something peculiar and green dogging your footsteps, "Huh?"
Patches of fresh grass trailed behind you, like you had purified the very land you stepped on. It was quickly overtaken by the withering again but you had enough time to process what you just saw.
"... can I simply stomp out those withering tumors?"
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"Someone already dealt with the withering zone in the southeast?" Tighnari questioned, ears standing rigid in his confusion as he stared at the forest ranger.
"Huh, how strange... whoever our little helper is they are either unfortunate enough to stumble into the withering zone or foolish enough to deal with it on their own." Tighnari didn't mince his words.
In the back of Tighnari's mind, he wondered if this had any connection to the appearance of the Creator's sibling before he shook his head. While the sibling has proven themselves to be highly troublesome- the sibling's tendency to tackle and cuddle the wildlife instantly came to mind- they wouldn't be that reckless, right?
Right???
Somewhere, a sneeze sounded from amongst a cuddle pile consisting of Rishboland tigers and a tired body double.
The customers of Lambad's tavern have grown used to the sight of the Creator's international ambassador lounging around like a sun-tanning cat. What they haven't grown used to, however, was the utter strangeness of their actions.
Every evening, the ambassador would walk into the tavern and take the empty table in the far corner. Ordering only a drink and dessert, they would blankly stare at the wall for hours before they leave.
One day, Lambad decided to finally ask about his strange customer's behaviour- it wasn't because several concerned customers gave him an exorcist’s phone number, of course not-.
The answer Lambad received only unnerved him even further.
"Oh, the music for your tavern is quite soothing to listen to." The ambassador replied nonchalantly.
Somehow, Lambad felt cold amidst the warm atmosphere of his own tavern.
The tavern owner stumbled, confused and a little terrified, "But- the tavern doesn't play music?"
A cryptid smile was his final answer, and Lambad ran away under the guise of getting more food. The ambassador's humming haunted his retreating figure.
The gossip rushing through Sumeru that evening only strengthened the rumours of a 'mad foreigner' or 'the Creator hears the music of the winds, serenaded by the adoring Anemo Archon'.
Surprisingly enough, those two rumours never got connected to one another.
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"As the Creator's ambassador and body double you must be aware of the dangers the rainforest presents, correct?" Tighnari's ears twitched in irritation as you guiltily knelt dogeza-style before him.
"So why would you fool-hardily run to a ruin drake and let it attack you? Have you lost your sense of awareness? Did you perhaps eat one of those mushrooms I specifically told you not to?"
The forest ranger's calm voice took an underlining growl, stifling his instincts to lock you in his room and prevent you from running headfirst into danger.
Perhaps you won't notice if your injuries took you a little longer to heal?
"... OST."
Tighnari snapped out of his thoughts, "Pardon?"
You sheepishly avoided his stern gaze, "The battle OST was so good that I have the habit of... finding new enemies just to listen to it?"
"... so you did eat those hallucinogenic mushrooms."
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Port Ormos was no stranger to eccentric individuals, especially since it readily welcomes and houses Akademiya students who had to trade their genius minds for something- if you'd questioned the older folk around the docks, they would tell you of a strange Akademiya student who used to come around the evening to throw bags into the river while cackling. It was only after that student's expulsion did people realised those bags he threw were his failed experiments: dead mice, dead fungi, missing people, etc.-
It was quite normal to see a student from the Akademiya having an existential crisis or being arrested in public. But the person wildly dancing in the middle of the street was not from the Akademiya.
In fact, the madman strangely resembled the tiny memorial statues of the Creator.
"Mom, is that person alright?" A young boy innocently pointed at the twirling figure.
His mother quickly ushered him away, "Ignore them, sweetie, and pray to the Creator that their troubled soul is laid to rest."
"If fungi bad, why cute?" Arapaha had no idea how to deal with the Rainbow Not-Nara. The trees had welcomed the Not-Nara with wealthy growth, the winds joyously sang and the waters have turned a pure blue for the return of the Rainbow Not-Nara.
And yet-
"Release the bad shroom-kin, Rainbow Not-Nara! Shroom-kin bad, and not cute!" Aragana, their youngest, fumed, bouncing as they angrily waved their stick at the Rainbow Not-Nara.
This particular group of Aranara had stumbled upon their Rainbow Not-Nara by accident, having followed the sound of someone singing Arana's music off-key.
They expected to find the Golden Nara and Paimon, though the Golden Nara's singing was more harmonious and deeper than this particular voice.
The Rainbow Not-Nara choking cuddling a group of fungi in the middle of a cave was certainly not what they expected to find.
The Rainbow Not-Nara's aura turned gloomy, like blackened skies and red cubes descending, as their grasp around the unusually still fungi tightened, "Fungi is cute!"
"That's not true!" Aragana blustered, "Aragana is way more good than that bad shroom-kin! A-And way more cuter!"
Silence descended upon the clearing.
"Aragana, if you wanted me to hold you too you could've just say so..." Rainbow Not-Nara spoke gently, like dewdrops upon the fragile leaves in the midst of a rainstorm, loosening their grip to make room for the stuttering Aranara.
The fungus made its move at that very moment.
"AHHH BAD SHROOM-KIN!! RELEASE THE RAINBOW NOT-NARA'S FACE BAD SHROOM-"
You: it's an onion
Doppelgänger: for the last time it's a tree-
You: *waves at the Tree of Dreams* it's just a gigantic space onion, you can't change my mind
Doppelgänger: You- Traveler, tell them!
Traveler: ... Paimon thought it was a giant onion when we found it too
Paimon: You traitor! You asked that Aranara if the tree was edible!
#genshin impact#genshin scenarios#genshin imposter au#genshin sagau#double trouble sagau#genshin sumeru#local shroom man refuses to come home and I have geo grandpa's weapon but no geo grandpa#update geo grandpa's last living child gets the weapon
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Fuck it, I NEED to talk about a hyper specific headcanon I have for cpunz.
So the sort of precontext for this is that I have this idea for Punz being something called a False Selkie, a concept of mine but to put it simply they're like selkies but substantially more fucked up and predatory (think seal + the loch ness monster). They are like what kelpies are to horses kinda - fucked up predator edition ya know.
Punz specifically is a False Selkie with traits from a Leopard Seal, they may also be the local lake/water cryptid of the dsmp but that's for another post. Either way, I have the idea that they can make vocalizations like a leopard seal - kinda like in this video where people are being sooo fuckin stupid but it's the only thing I've found where you can really here that clunking noise they make. This sound in general for leopard seals (and by extension Punz) basically means "Fuck off", it's a threat, a warning to back up or else learn why they're an apex predator under most circumstances. It is also used to drive off rivals and probably equivalents to "Fuck off, I'm bigger and this (territory or whatever) is mine".
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Punz does of course have very good control over his emotions and reactions to things, years of training to be able to suppress most things in favor of their job. But they've struggled with being able to stop making that threat sound in the later days of the SMP once the plan is in place, usually no one is ever close enough to here that subtle clunk, clunk, clunk that wells in the back of their throat now and again but it's there. It's a warning, a threat and the only tell they have to show that they are feigning politeness with the idiots of the server and no one ever really hears it. Even if they did who's to say it was coming from Punz? As far as everyone knew, Punz was simply a little off, they had no idea what he was so it would probably be brushed off.
Dream had heard it once or twice before the plan went into effect, but he eventually heard it properly the day he explained what happened in the prison- he had known of Punz's true nature but the sounds caught him off guard, Punz showed little emotion, they were a person of action most days but now they stood before him, slightly hunched over a table and making that deep clicking that almost echoed in the room. A threat but also a promise, a promise to set things right, to break even at the very least - after all the diet of a leopard seal includes flightless birds and well, they sure as hell hadn't ever seen Quackity fly.
Additionally they would no doubt use this sound as a challenge, Punz and Sapnap are more than prone to bumping heads- though their fights never got very far in the original days of the SMP, and even then it was mostly snide comments from Punz that were jabs to purposely get under the blazeborne's skin. But eventually the two cross paths later on in the days of the SMP - perhaps a situation where Sapnap feels the need to be a hero or simply a time where things go differently and Punz has to be between Sapnap and Dream. Either way their jabs, their cold comments purposely made to try and get Sapnap to make the first move are accented with that deep clicking except this time it's practically a threat phrased as an invitation. "Do it, I dare you, give me a reason."
There's one more time where the sound is heard, the first time it's heard in fact. In the dark of a hidden bunker, deafened by screams as those of L'manberg were betrayed. Wilbur is the one to hear it. In fact he heard it in the walls behind him before the button was even pressed. An ominous series of deep clicking sounds that were not human is what also befell the president's ears when he lost his first life.
(this string of thoughts also works with them being a normal selkie too tbh)
Anyways I'm deranged about my cPunz interpretation and my favorite hobby is making them horrifying<3
#cpunz#c!punz#dsmp#dream smp#dream smp headcannon#dsmp hc#dsmp headcanon#drunz mention#c!dream#c!sapnap#c!wilbur#crypts rambles
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Cryptoid Seeker SS courting Megatron by bringing him his enemies (injured from capture, not dead. Still fun to hunt).
I imagine seekers having a specific ritual for non-seeker mates. Maybe zooming around, doing general Arial feats, bring their mates the injured enemies as an offering (similar but dulled down version of the seeker to seeker wing offering)?
Btw, the zooming and offering thing is found in Falcons. That, or they bring them Shiney things. But eh.
I also feel like cybermorphs courting would be super stupid. Like a wasps. Like, sitting on the ground, staring right at their desired mate, making a very specific buzzing sound kind of stupid. That, or maybe something like a white pufferfish (who draws weird geometric patterns in the sand to attract a mate). Imagine both. Megs draws a circle thing, sits in the middle, and stares at SS. That'd be hilarious.
Maybe some hidden horror with some mantis like behaviors? But combined with some wasp behavior, resulting in a bite to the neck cables that numbs the mates senses, making them unaware enough not to hold back? That'd be fragged up.
Or even? Some hidden secret that only seekers get affected in a different way than most. Like, they end up with seeker eggs that hold the cybermorphs eggs inside? And when the eggs do the explody thing, the cybermorphs are the squishy inside, having already combined with the seekerling to make this super parasitic version that makes housing one 10x worse.
Sorry for the long rant. I love the cryptiods.
Do not ever apologize for going on long rants, they genuinely make my day so much better 💖 first of all I love everything you've put here, but BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE!
I need to know more about the seekerling-cybermorph crossover. Tell me everything. Like the inside of the eggs, I wanna know every little detail about it. When you say the explodey thing, do you mean the cryptid seekerlings rupturing from their egg sacs early and seeking host in nearby fuel tanks? Cuz that's not always what happens with them, and is in fact an emergency defense mechanism to maximize survival chance. Usually they just carefully break free of their shells when their development is complete. So, tell me about these eggs, squishy cybermorph filling, I need to know! Gimme every. Single. Detail 👀 cuz like. All my mind is envisioning is like. A two layer egg, whetein the baby cybermorph is the center, kinda like the yolk, and an individual baby seekerling is in the outermembrane, and. Obviously that's not what's happening 😅 but super parasitic babies that are 10 times worse? I need to know!!
Also just, hear me out 👀 I love all these courtship ideas, but I'd like to pitch something to make it even funnier. Cybermorphs are very recent development on Cybertron in the grand scheme of things, and have only been around for a handful of generations (probably less than 5). Megatron is from the very first gen, so consider: even he doesn't entirely understand courtship. It's entirely instinctual and the logical part of him doesn't understand these weird urges. Like... what about this weird vibration/frequency he's giving off is attractive? The weird geometry, why is that considered attractive? He's a stranger to his own biology--the entire planet is, really--and secretly he's rather frustrated and embarrassed about it. He tries to match Starscream's energy, but what can he do for someone that can cross the entire planet in only a few megacycles? He can't just leave his hive and go gallavanting around just to impress the potential sire of his future children. Maybe he turns to tactics and battlefield prowess to impress him; it's a good thing too, because Starscream loves some good bloodshed 🤭
I'm also super down for the numbing bite. Cryptid seekers already spit venom, and the cybermorph biology is largely underdeveloped, so honestly either of them could. Maybe Starscream is venomous, Megatron is poisonous XD maybe he produces some kind of intoxicating pheromone that dulls the senses or hypnotizes, as a queen variant 🤔 or maybe it's a toxic, addictive aphrodisiac? Maybe he can produce multiple varieties! Something that releases inhibitions and makes his partner go hard, fast, and uncaring, with fertilization being the only important thing
Regardless. Terrifying parasitic Megatron and Starscream being fuck buddies that coparent? I love it
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Cryptid AU-- continuing from the last excerpt. I'm just having fun and not worrying too much about this being crazy perfect. I good way to pick up writing again 👀 enjoy!
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It wasn't fine. In fact, it was a mess. First, Tucks camera died in the middle of the stream, leaving the audience confused with only half of a legend and too many questions. Then, the clouds rolled in thick, dampening the sun into a dark, dreary gray glow. Finally, the ghost wasn't as dormant as they thought.
Sam raced through the corn, pushing stalks asied as she dashed, desperately making her way through to the ear piercing scream from Tuck. Her heart was racing; not from the running, but from the terror of hearing such an inhumane sound from one of her best friends. Stupid, she thought. How could I be so stupid? I should've looked at more sources! The book was out of date, and every site she looked at was from the 90's. How could she have known that the spirit was restless now? Not even walking backwards deterred the being.
"Tuck!" She cried, skidding to a stop. She glanced around her. Corn. Just corn.
Where was he?!
"Tuck. Where are you?" Still silence. The corn waved at her. She could almost see sneers coming from their blank, yellow canvases, almost as if the crop was mocking her. She couldn't completely tell which direction the scream was coming from. Only the ears that swayed on the gentle breeze knew.
They had split up, hoping that only one of them was being followed. Hoping that the only one who could deal with these situations was the one that was followed. There was no such luck. The scramble hadn't helped, and Tuck was the chosen victim to the tired ghost.
"Sam?" Another voice called ubruptly, far behind her. She let out a brief noise, almost shocked from the voice. She turned, only to see Danny standing close behind her, nearly touching her. His eyes glowed oddly, concern shining behind their back-lit eerie stare. His sweater was dirty from running through the corn field. He stood oddly, his shadows long and awkward. His skin was a touch more pale and almost seemed to shimmer under the waning moon that glowed above.
Another scream pierced through, more guttural and primal. Sam winced and covered her ears, swinging her head towards the sound.
"This way." Danny said, and he bolted off into the corn. Sam watched him completely disappear and began to follow. A yell shouted from the opposite direction the other had dashed. Sam froze. That yell sounded familiar.
Just like Tuck.
She turned slowly. Eyes widened.
It yelled again.
The scream responded. It was a mimic, which one being 'it' she didn't know. Should she follow her friend, or should she investigate herself? What if this yell was the real Tuck? But the mimic could also be that yell. She stood frozen, goose bumps prickling up her pale arms and hairs standing on end. The decision paralyzed her completely. Something wasn't right about the entire situation. Both were Tuck. Both were not. After a quick glance behind her towards where Danny had dashed, she took a deep breath and bolted towards the other voice. Regardless of what either shout was, one of them had to be their distraught friend... it had to be.
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He was freezing, wading in the icy pond that dat at the edge of the corn field. His feet felt numb, and his arms began to grow tired from thrashing and desperately clawing through the water to try and reach shore as the spirit held him in place. The entity did everything it could to push his body further underwater, to stop his flailing, to create a vessel for it to enter. But he fought with all his might.
Tuck bucked and kicked against the forceful push, breathing in air as his head bobbed up periodically. He managed to release a yell, hoping someone heard him. He wasn't expecting to be the one followed. He was praying it wasn't him. A lot of good praying did, no one seemed to really listen in the ethereal realm.
He rembered Sam talking about how the entity, in its previous life, had drowned, and was seen often on the farm. None of the farm hands would come near the pond in fear of being drowned and their bodies taken. How he ended up in the entity's domain was beyond him. He only ran as fast as he could when the three scrambled. They all had even tried walking backwards, but the reality was far different from the legend.
Tucks head went under again, and he squirmed to get out from under the force. Bubbles of air started to escape his mouth as his lungs tired from the exercise of holding his breath. He began to wish he did in fact take his swimming lessons much more seriously as a child. Although to be fair to his younger self, he didn't expect his older self to be chasing creatures and ghosts across the American landscape.
"Give me your vessel" hissed the entity, pushing down harder. Tuck squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to not give up. When the force released, he got his head above the surface and breathed as deep as he could. He flailed until his head went under again.
It was his last attempt. His lungs gave out. The icy voice of the entity wriggled in his ear, whispering him out of his body. It was time, he thought. He was too tired to try again.
As his body floated, Sam burst out of the corn and ran towards the pond. She screamed upon seeing Tuckers body in the water. She waded through, pushing her way into the icy water, shouting his name. When she reached him, she dragged him out, placing him on the banks. She checked for his pulse. Nothing.
"Don't you dare, Tuck." She growled. She placed her hands on his chest and began to attempt cpr. She did so with all her might, periodically stopping to listen again to his heart. "Come on..." she plead. "You can't go out like this or else we aren't friends anymore!" Laughter began to rise around her and the hair on the back of her kneck rose. She continued, trying to ignore the entity as it writhed about her. She began to feel pressure around her, coaxing her towards the pond. She tried to resist, pulling away from the push.
"Give me your vessel" the voice sighed. Sam felt her body begin to follow from the force of the entity. She struggled against it, cursing and shouting. She continued to try to revive Tuck, but the pull was far too strong.
As she began to rise, a green beam of light shot towards the pond. She glanced up to see Danny standing at the edge of the corn, eyes glowing. Without missing a beat, he ran towards the pond, becoming a ball of green. He dived down into the pond, and after a moment, two surging balls of energy, one green and the other purple came crashing out the water, smacking into one another as they rose up towards the sky. Same felt the release of energy from the entity and after shaking off the feeling, ran back towards Tucker and continued to attempt reviving him.
Danny's energy snapped and roared as it collided with the other. It flipped and spun, creating his human form again. He ducked as the purple energy zoomed by, spinning downward as he momentaripy lost control of his floating. He turned his head to find the purple energy dashing again, seeing the agonizing face of the spirit as its corporeal claws reached out. He dodged again, using the moment to swing himself up further into the air. Out of the spirits immediate sight, he put out a hand, focusing his life energy through his arm, and a beam busted from the surface towards the other. It was a bullseye hit, sending the entity out of the sky and towards the corn field. He glanced around, eyebrows deeply furrowed. Spotting where it landed, Danny flew towards it, eyes furiously crackling with green, electrical energy and rage.
Sam pushed once more on Tuckers chest and breathed a sigh of relief as the other started to cough. Water came out of his mouth as he continued to heave, and without moving much further than where he was, threw up water on the ground. He groaned, heaved again, and allowed more pond water to come out. Sam rubbed his back as he vomited, telling him that he was okay and that she was there for him. After he finally stopped dry heaving, Tuck wiped his mouth and weakly smiled towards his friend.
"I need a permanent life jacket if we continue these investigations." He tried to joke. Sam rolled her eyes but smiled.
"So long as it keeps you alive and kicking." She pointed towards the corn and flashes of green electricity. "We need to help Danny first. Do you have the PFP?" Tucker shook his head.
"It's back at the van." He breathed. "In the tool box. Why can't Danny put it to rest? Getting the PFP would take too much time, he might not be able to keep it out of its realm for much longer..."
"I trust that he can. If we can use it, he won't have to waste more energy." Sam responded, helping the other up to his feet.
"Fair point... only one of us can have a near death experience tonight, huh?"
The van almost felt years away as Sam helped Tucker to the back doors. They threw them open and Sam jumped in, throwing things around and flipping bins.
"I said the tool box, Sam..." Tucker groaned. She looked at him with an eyebrow raised and dumped the box in her hand.
"I heard you, but knowing you both it's more than likely NOT in the place you say it is." She said, picking up another bin close to the chairs. Tucker rolled his eyes, hiked himself up into the van and joined in the chaotic search. After a few more upturned boxes and thrown pillows, they found the PFP underneath a couch cushion. Sam grinned tightly at her friend who shrugged with a sheepish smile. The PFP (Portable Fenton Portal) was a godsend for them, able to send back all kinds of monsters, creatures, and ghosts back to the ghost zone where most spirits dwelled. With a little five finger discount from Sam and Tucker, they brought it on their trip, along with other "borrowed weapons", knowing their Fenton Thermos wasn't going to withstand the amount of entities they'd be coming across. While the thermos simply held the spirits, the portal was a direct doorway into the ghost zone. Sam held the PFP handle, jumped out of the van, and shouted for Tucker to hurry up as she sprinted back through the corn. He climbed out, closed the doors and jogged after her.
By the lake, Danny was grappling with the entity, his green energy surging from all around. He was pushing with all his might, baring the small fangs that replaced his normal teeth. His hands were interlocked with the other's claws. Back lit eyes flitted towards his friends for a very brief moment before he let out a deep growl with the effort of pushing. The entity was pushing back, edging Danny closer and closer to the pond's edge. It's defiant energy splashing as it rattled against Danny's. Sam skidded to a stop, threw down the PFP and glanced around looking for Tucker. He appeared out of the corn our of breath, pulling out his android.
"Opening portal!" He shouted. Danny found his footing in the mud and crashed his entire body into the spirit, shoving it away from him. The spirit tumbled backwards, screaming as it did. Danny panted, readying himself once more incase his friends couldn't get the portal open quick enough. The cone at the top of the PFP slipped open like a fan and a beam of pale green light shot up into the sky. The entity, with wide eyes, began to rise and run towards the pond, until a beam of green energy blasted it close to the portal. Danny lowered his arm, huffing at the effort. Smoke billowed off of his palm. His shadow played into odd angles as the portal beam grew larger.
The entity screamed, ear piercing, grating, terrified. As it's jaw unhinged and produced the splintering sound, pieces of its essence started to drag themselves toward the beam. Piece by piece, it peeled back. It's eyes found Danny's, pleading. "Father, why did you throw me in the pond?" it echoed in a young voice. Water poured out of its mouth as it screamed again. "WHY DID YOU THROW ME IN?!" The purple energy surged brightly as it shouted.
It faded as the entity disappeared completely. The fanned door of the PFP snapped shut and the beam disappeared. A stillness settled in as the three friends stared at their device in shock. A beam of white flashed before Danny walked towards the other two.
"Are you okay?" Tucker asked. "Like mentally. That was..."
"Exceptionally horrifying." Sam finished, face paler than usual. Danny nodded, still staring at the portal. He took a deep shuddering breath.
"Yeah yeah. I'm okay, how abou-" he ubruptly swing himself away from the other two and vomited. Green ectoplasm surged out of his mouth. Sam gave Tucker a concerned look, dashing over to check on Danny. He followed, and helped Danny wipe his face using his red gloves, and the two walked him towards the van.
"That's two vomits in one night." Sam said as they walked. "You boys need stronger stomachs." Danny grimaced.
"If only we weren't both drowning from water and ectoplasm" he croaked out, half smiling.
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(Just going to start this off by saying that I am not your audio anon. Rather I am @your-local-camp-grounds-staff not wanting to draw attention to my main blog. I really wanted to start using these OCs again and I thought this would fit the aesthetic of the series they are from! Anyway, enjoy Soina's millionth desperate attempt to get a date.)
[Broadcast starts]
He- [radio static] -Hell- [radio static] -Hello? Damn radio is busted... [Deep sigh] Well uh, if any guys out there can hear this my name is Sonia- [radio static] -and I live in Quebec City. My friend- [radio static] -is also present for this broadcast.
Hello!
Anyway if you are interested, I work at a camp-[radio static] -and am willing to, uh, possibly show you around the place for free on valentines day... we could go on a walk in the woods, just the two of us... NOT BECAUSE IT'S A DATE THOUGH! Haha... yeah.... no we'd talk about uh....
The history of the land? Oooo, you should tell him about all the cryptids that live-
Rumored! They are rumored to live on the grounds! Cryptids don't exist, remember? If they did humans would HUNT THEM TO EXTINCTION?
Ohhhhh! Yeah, right...
Anyway if you're interested in getting together, in a purely platonic and not at all romantic sense, let me know!
[Broadcast ends]
The Narrator sat in silence as he listened to the radio. His brow furrowed as he tried to comprehend what just happened.
"Ehm... Hello there Sonia, if you can hear me through the radio somehow, I'm not going to even begin questioning how that works and how you managed to find me through radio..."
"Anywho, that... sounds interesting" He continued on, trying to find the right words for what he heard. "I'm glad you are in Canada though, it saves me the trouble of having to buy a ticket for somewhere outside of the country."
"Either way, I'll see if I will take you up on your offer. If so, I'll find a way to let you know... somehow."
#a date with narry#adwn#rp#tsp#tsp narrator#tsp rp#narrator tsp#(ooc: sorry this took so long to reply to! i havent been in the right headspace for these the past few days aksjhd)
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Hi! Just read the latest CS chapter!!! What a brutal cryptid for sure! There was so much anticipation in the air right from the start. It was good that y/n had enough time to recover to be back to top shape, even though for Sun and Moon it's not nearly enough time haha!
I see with every chapter the hunter seems a bit more desperate to prove to their friends that they're able to protect them. Something tells me they might be projecting a little though. Trying to prove to themself that they can do it, because now they have someone close to them to protect, and while they obviously want to protect most people, failure is so much more terrifying when it comes to a loved one. (A loved one that kisses them on the neck and they somehow go oh how nice! Like the children! :D Which omg, but I digress lghldkaj). I mean, they obviously still don't want Sun and Moon to lose faith in them, especially after the last hunt went so badly. Ironically, they feel like a coward, and yet brave their worst fears to protect others. If only they could see how sincere Sun and Moon are about their admiration!
Also I love that they all learned from last time. The boys trying to make sure they are well equipped enough, and I LOVED the detail of y/n asking if the sound of the bullet would mess with their system. They really don't want a repeat of the flashbang incident.
Oh also! (Sorry this comment doesn't have much structure because it's by memory XD), but I wonder if the werewolf could sense the presence of either the demon or the hunter approaching, if the howl really was a warning. Could it sense holy water or maybe the silver bullets? I imagine it sensed the demonic presence even if it had to be warned not to approach! Very interested on how the mind of this one works!
And ooooh, man! We finally know the story! Terrifying to know the demon was holding them like that with it's teeth! And also that they likely wanted to posses them! And!! It was Michael!!! I'm very certain this isn't any old demon too, so the fact that he warded it off tells me Michael was a very experienced very skilled hunter! Y/n truly was lucky that day. But back to the hunt, it's interesting to see how the strength of the boys is limited by the vessel. The fact that the werewold could pin them down even when they were using the extra arms attests to its strength!
And... uh oh. Another hunter. That was so very very bad. We are reminded that while the boys are on the protagonist's side, they are certainly not above a lot of things. The fact that they killed a hunter (who was there exactly because of the same reason as y/n), right in the cornfield that returned them to the worst day of their life?? Oof. I doubt that will go without revealing. Remembering the "have they hurt anyone that wasn't a rulebreaker" from the Lost episode and uuuhhhh yeeeeeeshh. There's gonna be evidence as well!! They ate the heart! Both the werwolf's and the human's. Undeniable once they are found side by side, unless they took the time to hide the body somehow. I can see the hunter interpreting that like a great betrayal. They literally just finished pouring their heart out about the horror of a demon nearly killing them in a cornfield, the very reason of the night terrors they witness, and they immediately turn around and do the same? Hunter might believe they thought it funny. That they were mocking them in a way only they knew. And y/n might feel guilty, because they were the one that brought the demon to the area and indirectly caused the hunter's death.
Hmmmm, things are building up to a tense reveal, and I'm so excited for it and to know what's going on with Vanessa! Great chapter! :D
(Oh and sidenote, because I think I haven't mentioned it before. I love how you change the narration style when we change POV's. It's levelheaded but very much feels like daily life thoughts when we are with the hunter, and instead with the boys it's, not exactly archaic, but certainly more like rotund? Eloquent? I don't find the right words to describe it, but it's exactly the mood that would follow a being of a mysterious and dark nature like them!)
Oh, I'm glad you like the werewolf! A very violent cryptid hehe and ohhh, yes! You're right! Not enough time for Sun/Moon, but ah, they might just be a tad protective after what happened with the vampires.
Y/N really does feel horrible for what happened, and as per usual, misreads Sun/Moon's urging to not go on a hunt as a lack of faith when it's not the case at all. Y/N is projecting, which is a shame because they always do everything in their power, and then some, especially now that Sun/Moon more often than not insists on being right there beside them on hunts. ;-;
OH YEAH Mistakes were made and lessons were learned!
Yes, the boys were fighting with a hand tied behind their back (so to speak, not including the extra pair of arms) this time, as they didn't want to ruin their dear vessel but couldn't fully emerge to wield their full power, either. It was a balancing act of keeping the werewolf at bay and not snapping their vessel in the process.
Oh ho, yes. The boys unwittingly created Y/N's worst nightmare and finished it with a bloody flourish. It's not the first time the boys have killed simply because they weren't feeling extra merciful that night or just needed a snack on someone without any rulebreakers being nearby. Cryptids will behave as cryptids will, but they have their reasons.
It's going to be one hard pill to swallow for Y/N.
AHHH THANK YOU!!! I put a lot of effort into differentiating the voices between Y/N and Sun/Moon to give different vibes and ahh, I'm glad you love it!!
This was a treat to read, thank you! ♥
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so bailey and i have a modern au where my kid zenith and her boy cole meet up when zenith invades one of his dreams. cole, a cryptid hunter (positive), takes it Really Well, and zenith is always delighted to find people who actively WANT to talk to them. using skills he's picked up hunting for supernatural creatures, cole has a fun time examining features and behaviors to classify what type of creature zenith is and what they're like. ends up knowing more about why zenith is built the way they are than zenith does, considering they don't think about this sort of thing.
(feature and behavior analysis under the cut later, along with the lineart)
anyway cole here has figured out that zenith does in fact have a mouth (they prefer telepathic communication and most of the sounds they make don't require them to open their mouth) and is checking out the situation. i'm not SUPER happy with cole's positioning/proportions/etc but i couldn't quite figure it out, and i'm impatient with my art so i'm not gonna keep fussing with this. the scale between the two might be a little fucky, it's hard for me to judge when zenith isn't like. totally straightened out.
standing in a nothing kind of space because it's a dream. that's my excuse
here's a close-up! because i love how cole's right hand and the glowing effect turned out! also i just like the galaxy patterns and wanna zoom in
and lines! you can see zenith's claws a bit better here, the front one looks ehhhhh but the further one is more accurate. long claws, the webbing just makes them look weird and and short. looking at this now, i think their tail should be longer since it's more than half their body length.
and finally, a handful of things you can infer from zenith being built the way they are:
that many sharp teeth indicate a carnivorous diet - or partial diet, considering zenith is open about the dream-eating thing
teeth are backwards-facing so likely used for securing prey and preventing escape, which makes sense since zenith's neck is longer than their arms so while they can twist about easily it's more efficient to not need to use their hands to hold onto food.
the securing-prey thing is a partial explanation for something that comes up in convo, that the teeth grow back after getting pulled out or just regularly as a maintenance thing.
teeth don't have grooves so they likely don't inject venom.
also no molars/premolars so likely eats food whole or otherwise doesn't need to chew.
sorry there's so many about teeth but [gestures at self]
webbing between the fingers/claws indicate that they live at least partially in either an aquatic environment or, more likely with how zenith tends to float around in the air, in a foreign environment where the webs will assist with movement.
them having a (very flashy) threat display might mean they aren't totally isolated and encounters others of their species and/or other creatures that they need to be able to ward off.
the ability to laugh (or their laugh-equivalent, a quick high vaguely electronic kind of chirping/clicking sound) can indicate that they're from a social species. (one theory re: laughter is that it at least partially replaced grooming between individuals as the human population grew, since it's not feasible to groom that many people you're trying to form positive bonds with, and it's a quick way to communicate comfort and good intentions to multiple people. THIS IS FASCINATING TO ME)
this is reinforced by the fact that they speak, make frequent and varied vocalizations, and also, y'know, invade dreams to talk to people and return to individuals frequently if they show a willingness to interact.
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Cryptid Samus
I know I've made posts like this before in the past, but this is my favorite headcanon so you're all gonna have to suffer more of it until I can write a proper length fanfic about it.
SO. In the era of the Prime series, Samus seems to go from being a relatively unknown bounty hunter, to the one woman army that almost single-handedly ends the Phazon War with the Space Pirates. This makes sense as Metroid Prime is only the second mission of Samus's that we get to see, and it's not really a big one. Just "There's a Space Pirate frigate out here kinda close to Zebes, orbiting Tallon IV. Go see if they're causing trouble."
The next mission we see Samus undertake is checking in on the Federation ship that lost communications on Aether. Here is where we actually get to see for the first time what other in-universe characters think of Samus.
Unfortunately, these troopers can only communicate through their log entries. One trooper in particular, SPC M. Angseth, says in her log,
"This is ridiculous. I can outshoot half the men here, and I'm stuck on monitor duty. I didn't join up to stare at a holoscreen! This wouldn't happen to Samus Aran... She'd be out there take care of business, not pushing buttons and sending reports."
Another trooper, PFC I. Crany, says this,
"Last night at chow, Angseth starts talking about some bounty hunter and how she blew up a planet full of Space Pirates. I told her I didn't believe in fairy tales like that, and she took it personal. I just find it hard to believe that one person took out an entire Space Pirate base, that's all. But if she wants to believe in this Samus, or Bigfoot, or Santa Claus, she can."
These two logs clearly show that while Samus is a known entity, her exploits are fantastical to the point of sounding like a myth or fable. I think most fans are aware of these logs by this point so I won't go on too much more about them. Instead, I'll move on to Metroid Prime 3: Corruption.
Corruption has a large number of troopers, and most of them are even alive for us to talk to! Right off the bat Samus gets hailed by the GFS Olympus and when she puts in her code on the comms, the ATC operator refers to her as Samus. Maybe they could've been just reading the name off the gunship registration. Once we land, Samus talks to a trooper at their post in landing bay 5.
The way this trooper talks to Samus doesn't indicate whether or not they believe that she is a fictional character like PFC Crany, nor do they show any admiration for Samus the way we could expect Angseth to act.
Then we get to the briefing room where Dane, Rundas, Ghor, and Samus are waiting for us.
... I'm pretty sure it's normal to have people impersonate you about 3 times in your career, right?
Either way, none of the assembled hunters, no Admiral Dane seem to have any reaction to Samus's presence. Meaning they know that she exists (reasonably, since they're kinda coworkers).
ANYWAYS
If we get back to my 'armcanon,' I think that Samus, the mysterious Chozo Power Suit wearing bounty hunter that tangles with legions of Space Pirates by herself, is regarded as some sort of space cryptid, because like yes someone capable of doing what she does makes sense. BUT, is it believable that ONE (1) person is doing it? Is Samus some kind of AI in a hyper-advanced experimental chassis? Or maybe she's a Federation bioweapon that they send out to do their most expensive and difficult bounties to keep from paying out so much money. The only people who know that Samus is a real person are the ones who directly work with her, so other hunters, the Federation, obviously the Space Pirates.
I would compare her to the way that Robert Pattinson's Batman exists to Gotham city. The average citizen probably doesn't ever have too much proof that Samus really exists, though maybe there's merchandise that the people who do see her make, and of course the Federation knows since they payout her bounties and have to get in touch with her when they work together.
I also like to think of Samus as having a sort of alter ego.
This public persona would be Sam A. an archaeologist. Someone who works with decrypting the ancient writings of species like the Chozo, N'kren, Ylla, Bryyonians, Elysians, Alimbics, and many others. She could have an office or museum or some kind of public works that help teach people the history of the stars.
On the rare occasion that she is around to oversee her space, she will slip in and give lucky viewers private tours of her personal artifact collection. Things such as rubbings of Chozo lore walls from Tallon IV, damaged busts of Luminoth (donated by U'Mos of course), and even some relics from her old missions like the Spazer beam, Long Beam, or the Omega Cannon.
I'm sure she would also run some kind of black market smuggling operation too. What better way to find and retrieve valuable artifacts from smugglers and grave robbers than to con them into stealing from herself? Then of course she'd hack their equipment to give herself five stars on Dark Yelp.*
I really want to see Samus have more of a direct role in making peoples lives better rather than just the suicidal impossible odds missions she gets in the games. And I think that could be done in a Metroid game with a more urban setting, sorta like Batman: Arkham Knight where Samus would mostly stick to a single city and be able to receive missions to track down bounty heads while piecing together a large assassination plot or something. Maybe make Sylux or some other hunters appear to give him an actual reason to hate Samus.
*The Dark Yelp thing is a reference to my close friend's EeveeNicks' "Human" series on AO3. A series about Samus struggling to move on after the destruction of Zebes and rebuilding her connection to humanity, rather than feeling like a tool of war.
#metroid#metroid headcanon#armcanons#metroidprimeribsspeaks#samus#samus aran#metroidprimeribsart#sam a archaeologist#buff samus#metroid art
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Shoto was born with his mother’s quirk
Endeavor made a deal with afo to give him a fire quirk too so he could surpass him, since giving endeavor an ice quirk wouldn’t be an option
I'm gonna hit two birds with one stone here, @gentrychild
1- ok so when Ujiko treats little Touya and realizes what is happening he goes "oh this idiot has no clue how to do real quirk eugenics" and then "oh Sensei can use this!!" So he offers a way when it becomes clear the kids won't get the right quirk- someone who can give the extra quirk to a kid and do what Enji couldn't. A 6-years-younger Enji would have first asked for a healing or stamina or other quirk to help Touya. Instead, Enji says that Shoto has Rei's strong ice work, but a strong body and constitution for fire instead, and asks for a fire quirk for him.
2- AfO says he can give Touya's quirk to Shoto, but between Enji's shred of decency and Touya's feralness, it is instead decided Shoto will be given a different fire quirk that AfO goes and takes from someone. But since he's got to do more work, he charges higher- Shoto as a spy at UA and as a hero, and Touya as an assistant to AfO's allies. It also works as an effective hostage situation- Shoto and Enji knows if either refuse or tells his mother or other siblings, Touya-nii will be killed imediately before AfO moves on to punishing the rest of his family. (And, Shoto was too young to remember that Touya-nii absolutely hates him and would love to kill him in return.)
3- Touya's time is split between helping the Doctor, assisting Giran, and chilling with Tomura in an attempt to get him used to other people who won't like him. Touya's least favorite is whoever he's currently stuck with. Shoto, meanwhile, is trained by his father when he's home, and by AfO's forces when he's on patrol.
4- Shoto and Enji know AfO isn't dead after All Might fights him but say nothing. They also know All Might is getting weaker. AfO instructs them to look out for a UA student or a younger sidekick who suddenly gets much stronger. Neither are told why, but after USJ (Shoto looked the tv screen and said flatly "I wasn't paying attention to my classmates quirks, they're all weak. I guess one guy can run fast, related to Ingenium.") Shoto has an inkling and asks Izuku if he's All Might's secret lovechild. Izuku says no, and Shoto wonders instead if izuku got his quirk from AfO. Izuku gets confused because it sounds like OfA and flusters but doesn't answer, and Shoto just shrugs and says he's heard about a cryptid who can give or take quirks and wondered if izuku just got his and that's why he sucks at using it. Izuku says "that's not it" but confirms there's a similar connection. Shoto's new theory is that Izuku is AfO's secret lovechild who can take quirks, but really slowly, and All Might rescued him from the villain when he got injured and AfO figured he'd get attached and is hoping to steal his son and All Might's quirk back in one blow.
5- Enji actually steps away from being a traitor at Kamino, not warning AfO of the raid. Shoto does too, helping Izuku. AfO can't kaboom Shoto because the potato-ing destroyed that connection (see gentry's theory) but he does remind them of the consequences. Rei, Natsuo, and Fuyumi have all been moved just before the raid though, hidden, and Shoto and Enji confessed to them. Natsuo almost ripped Enji's throat out. Touya is like "you aren't seriously going to kill me over those idiots betraying us right?" And Tomura and the Doc and Giran, who are in charge now that AfO is in Kamino, are like "nah how would you like to be the ones to kill them actually since they clearly don't care about you?" And keep him on
+1- they do care actually. Shoto met with Touya before the raid to warn him and get him out of there to safety with the others. Touya laughed in his face and walked back to the bar (which is when he was spotted lol)
#now Touya revealing all THAT to Hawks when he's sent in as another double agent- not the the hpsc knows about the todos- sure would be fun#flamingvaldez314#gentrychild#pocket talks to people#ask game#hmm did i reference spoilers enough to warrant a tag#yeah i guess#bnha manga spoilers#alt text#it's kinda crazy though bc like.....#i have a fic where someone soooorta similar to this happens#like about 40 percent of it#huh.#and no i won't say which lol
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Please yell so much about batman
Okay so first off, I am LOVE. I love my mentally unwell disaster child, but more than that, I love that they actually gave us a mentally unwell disaster Bruce. Because my #1 complaint about Batman, especially movie iterations, is "When does he sleep?" This addresses that: he's literally a nocturnal shut-in. He's pale af from never seeing the sun, which probably doesn't help the depression because his Vitamin D levels must be lower than mine. For most people with an average circadian rhythm, day sleep is not nearly as refreshing or useful as night sleep (it literally takes a special breed to do night shift and not Suffer). So he goes out, gets beat to crap and beats several dozen people to crap, comes home, spends hours logging the night's activities, then sleeps all day. Absolute dumpster fire of a life, and I'm SO proud they address that. Because a nice, healthy Bruce/Bat Balance is something we see from a mature, seasoned Batman. This is year 2 for our Bruce, and he's just all in on the Batman thing. Which, of course, begs the question, "What kind of person does that?" The answer is, "Someone very, very Not Okay."
Let's be real: no sane, stable, well-adjusted, healthy person decides one day, "I'm going to risk my life and legal freedom to go out and be both a detective and a vigilante, while dressed as a giant bat." Bruce is very explicitly none of those things in this movie. He's visibly sleep deprived, he can't make eye contact, he has no idea how to act around human beings, can't hold a conversation, he looks viscerally uncomfortable just existing in his own body, is always Too Still, doesn't blink enough, and hyperfixates so hard it may actually be killing him. He pours everything into Batman, to the point that you get the impression that he feels like Batman is the real person, and Bruce is the construct. He's incredibly unstable and unwell. He is Consumed, and they don't shy away from showing that that's not a good thing.
They also show exactly how bizarre Batman as a concept and person is. He's so surreal and uncanny compared to the legitimate detectives and average people he's Looming around, and everyone is visibly and understandably unnerved by him. He looks about 3 seconds from snapping at any given moment, but in the still, laser-focused way of a big cat or snake. He's either freakishly still, or all brutal motion, and you never know which you're about to get. I finally understand why criminals see the Bat Signal and high-tail it out. They did such a good job of showing us that side of The Bat-- an urban legend horror story, possibly a cryptid, who at the very least is Not A Normal Human Being.
I was so refreshed by how real and grounded everything felt. In a superhero movie, it's easy to get swept up in so much suspension of disbelief, it stops having any real meaning to you as a person. But this was a viscerally real city, with real people, and real issues. Set design was on point, man. That's my Gotham right there.
Also, the sound design! Not just the music, which was PHENOMENAL (bangin' as always Michael), but the use of sound. Foley artists absolutely killing it!! The use of the bootsteps to herald Batman's arrival and underscore how eerie and deliberate every motion is. The tiny little creaks and shuffles of the leather suit, again underscoring the extremely subtle motions he makes. The breath effects for when we're in Riddler's perspective. All the gritty little details of a dirty, crowded city-- nothing was silent, which is just how it should have been!
And holy crap it was SO GORGEOUS. The color! The use of light and, more accurately, shadow! The hallway muzzle-flare-strobe-effect fight! They spared no detail, and some of the shots legit gave me chills. And, of course, at its most basic it did its job with telling us the story and enhancing our understanding of the characters and their inner workings, but it did so in such a thoughtful, deliberate way, that's an essay for another time. But it is for sure on the way.
I have way more feelings and Thoughts about this, so I'll put them in another post below a cut for spoilers because I have GOT to talk about the visual symbolism, theme/thesis, and overall story commentary. So stay tuned, much more yelling to come (probably tomorrow because I done jacked up my neck somehow and typing position is not a great one to be in atm).
But yeah, conclusion part 1: THE BATMAN YES
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Based off of the art that @kazzykatt drew!
Acid green and Navy blue belong to @krazykratts and Blue pin belongs to @cryptid-kratt-kid
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Moss grinned as he looked at the cars and wreckage of the junk car zone of the garbage place. Whatever it was called. Grabbing his metal pipe that had pulled from the basement he was captive in. You can call him crazy or sentimental. It was important to him either way. Plus it ruined the guys plumbing. He swings it a few times to hear it swoosh through the air. Then looked at Pin, Acid and Navy. A grin on his face. "See, it was way too easy to sneak in."
Navy frowned as he adjusted his hold on his flask. Swishing the contents around before pocketing it. Picking up his baseball bat covered in nails. The metal glinting off the rays of the sun. Just like the metal of the cars, looking towards Moss. Rolling his eyes and kicking an empty metal can. The label reading something about car fuel or something. He didn't care. "Yeah yeah. Why bring us here anyways?"
Pin stretches as he sits on a broken car. The metal creaking like an old floor. It smelled metallic here. It was familiar, the smell of metal. Almost like Blood from when he displays his collection. Kicking his legs against the metal, hearing the clangs. "I wanna know too Moss. Whats the point of being here anyways?"
Acid grinned as he jumped over the junk. Adjusting his suit and kicking a can with enough force to send it flying past Navy's head. Getting a glare in return. Sending back a grin. Then looked at Moss, walking over to stand next to him. Looking at all of the trash. Then walks past to jump up onto a car. Denting the hood as he lands on it heavily. "Why else would we be here. This is junk. We're all mad at something. Or someone, we can take it out here. Right Moss?"
Moss nodded. And swung his metal pipe onto a car doors window. Hearing the glass shatter. Then does it again, denting the door as he repeats the pattern of swings. "Exactly why we're here Acid, Navy, and Pin. I'm pissed that Zach won't give me the info I want. And i-" He takes a moment to swing the pipe onto another car doors window. The resounding smash accentuating his next words. "Am pissed that he won't tell me where my dear brother is!"
Acid rolled his eyes. Crossing his arms. "Sure the destruction sounds nice. And I'm plenty pissed at the world for all that it's stupidly doing. But why do you care so much about your brother-" he rolled his eyes as he's glared at by Navy and Moss. "Okay, okay. Fine. Whatever." He checks through his supplies. Pulling out a bo staff that he kept on hand for vaulting for fences of the rich. Hitting a full cars windshield the glass shattering.
Navy rolled his eyes and swings his bat a few times, hitting the same car that Acid had hit once. Taking over the destruction of the vehicle. "Well of course we'd care about our brothers. Their out their doing who knows what and getting into extreme danger with their stupid shenanigans!"
Moss nodded and continued to destroy the car door. "I can't even get close enough to Zach to kidnap him! And it's frustrating. Just give me my damn info man!"
Pin smiles as he watched the three destroy the cars. He was their designated look out. He drove them here with Mosses directions. Hearing them all yell angerly about the world. He on the other hand had just made another display before driving them here. And he was happily thinking about how it'd look once he got back. This was all he wanted in the world. His crew, his morally grey friend's and his displays.
#wild kratts#chris kratt#martin kratt#acid green au#navy blue au#bluepin au#moss green au#i wrote this#and i love it#i hope you enjoy it!
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We Met Within This Screen [chapt. 6]
[Donnie x reader]
sfw, chapter 5 here
Come on, save it, save it, Donnie chanted to himself later that night, at home and tucked away in his room trying to figure out how to neutralize the situation. He paced along his bed back and forth, phone in hand as he wracked his brain thinking about how he'd get her to let it go. He could tell her that she was...overtired? Go the stereotypical route and say it was just her eyes playing tricks on her? Try to play it off as human teenagers messing around on the roof?
She'd gone to bed already. He hated that he couldn't pursue the subject until morning, her morning, but by then, he'd be tired. When she woke, he slept. But he needed to get it resolved as quickly as possible, so he reckoned it was time to pull an all nighter. Luckily, that wasn't anything he wasn't used to.
He figured he'd get the preliminaries out of the way so he could get right to it when she eventually texted back.
"Good morning
I know you're not awake yet but I figured I'd get an early start today.
I want to know, what exactly did you see last night?"
He shut his phone off and set it down on the bed, fingers rubbing his temples. Depending on her answer, this would either be difficult, or near impossible.
The rest of his time was spent just waiting around for her to finally wake up, dodging all his brothers and trying to occupy himself with something. He was fiddling with the radio he kept on the floor next to his bed when his phone notified him of a message. Turning the volume up, some old-school rock played softly. He didn't always keep music on when he worked, which was what he was doing felt like, but something needed to fill the silence. It also made it feel more casual to have the radio on, for both himself and for whoever might stop by his room.
"Good morning to you too
That was...sudden??"
How nice it was to read those words coming from someone who wasn't his family. Not that they said it like that often anyway, but the small gesture hit differently.
"I'm just really curious about what you said you saw."
Curious? Not quite. More like dying to know, and not because he fancied himself some cryptid hunting.
"That's fair I guess
But don't laugh, ok?"
"I'd never, [y/n]"
"Well
Okay
They were big
But no like not the overweight kinf, not even just 'tall guy' kind of big
kind*
You know?"
Yeah, I aware. I'm 6'8" and have a giant shell on my back.
"They?"
He was hoping she'd only seen one of them. Maybe it would have been easier, but, of course, that wasn't the case.
"I think there were two
Idk it just looked really weird, it was dark but the silhouette from the light made them look bulky, I don't know what it was"
Lips pursed tight, he looked up from his phone, and all of a sudden that music in the background was suffocating. He quickly reached over and shut it off. He needed to be able to divert all of his attention to one thing. Except, even though he should have been spazzing over her spotting them (even if just for a split second), a concern crept up in the back of his mind that made him scoff at himself. The need to know was too great.
His eyes fell on his scaled, three-fingered hand as he typed.
"Did it scare you?"
Perhaps it wasn't what he should have been focusing on. But he was. He knew she hadn't seen much, but what if she quipped that it was frightening, or gross, or…?
"I don't know, Bo
I guess it was kind of freaky
Uh, do you actually believe me? That I saw something?"
"'Freaky?'" he repeated to himself in a whisper, brow ridge furrowed. What was I expecting?
He had to shake himself of whatever was going on in his head at the moment, because there were more pressing matters at hand. Like what he was going to answer her question with. Theoretically, he could go two routes; one, invalidate the experience and try to walk on the line of telling her that it was not real without making her feel crazy. And then probably get mad at him. Or two, go along with it, if he didn't have the heart to do that to her. The answer was already here; he let out a deep sigh. Two, it is.
Nothing could make him want to make her feel that way, even if it meant he'd have to put in a little extra effort in fixing his mistake.
"I wouldn't doubt your judgement, [y/n]."
"Thanks
That makes me feel a lot better
You're a really good guy, Bo :)"
Freezing, he sat and stared at the screen before slowly taking the phone away from his face, lips moving, but no sound coming out. He had no idea what to say; all he could focus on was the fact that the girl he undeniably liked thought he was a good guy. And that, presumably, it meant she might have liked him as well. Big on the "might", he realized as the logical part of his mind took over once again. Regardless, he licked his lips and got to preparing a worthy response. He didn't want to come off as flustered as he felt. Donnie was aware he was not particularly suave—he took solace in the fact that she couldn't see his face or hear his voice. He contemplated on acting a bit more "cool guy" than he actually was, but wanted her to like him for him, not a facade. Which was a major contradiction to all that he had done up to that point, but the least he could do was be the person he was on the inside!
"You there?"
"Sorry, I got distracted…
You really think so?"
"That I think you're a great guy?"
"Well...yes."
"Totally. 100%"
His heart was going, he was stammering to himself, and a new feeling enveloped him. He was no stranger to the different emotions; he'd gotten familiar with many of them. Because though he didn't always show it, he had a lot of feelings. These, he felt most viscerally. But he had to get back on track. If he could push last night's incident under the rug, all would be well. More well than it already was, considering.
"Thank you, [y/n]
To be honest, I've never had a friend like you
So, do you want to talk more about what you saw? I know I'm switching tracks quickly, it's just very….interesting."
It was a jarring and awkward subject change, he knew that, but he desperately wanted to get it out of the way. The sooner, the better.
"I suppose
You seem pretty interested in it"
Maybe she wasn't hanging onto the experience like he'd thought she would. There were so many tales of people seeing inexplicable things and becoming enraptured by the experience that he guessed he should only expect the worst, but it appeared that she was not so obsessed. Crisis averted?
"Not too much, I was just wondering
We can forget about it."
"Oh, I'm not going to forget about it, Bo"
There it is, he thought, not surprised.
After thirty minutes of attempting to throw her off without coming off as suspicious himself, he had to take a breather, reorganize his mind. Only to come back and find that she had to go take care of things, and that she'd talk to him later. He'd done as much fixing as he could; at that point, it was as good as it was going to get. The thought of being looked for by his unknowing friend loomed about in the coming weeks as they did their patrols, when they would pass by her residence, and the times that he snuck off to stop by himself. Sometimes accompanied by Mikey, but he tried to keep it as solitary as possible. Soon, watching her on her balcony from that roof became part of his routine. He vaguely thought sometimes that watching her like that could be considered creepy, but that ship had already sailed.
For the third time in the last month he was there yet again, on the same roof, watching the same balcony, watching the same girl. Sometimes they texted, sometimes they didn't. The times he wasn't talking to her as he sat there were the times he daringly crossed the threshold onto the fire escape. There were only a few instances of that. But did he still feel out of his mind doing so? Yes. The window only looked into part of the living room and kitchen, but he felt scandalous to do it. Most of his time there was spent only with his shell against the wall next to the window, just out of sight. He could always hear her faint but noticeable footsteps coming and could easily vault the railing and climb up or drop down. She couldn't get past his keen hearing unless she knew to tread lightly.
Mikey was with him once again, this time out to look for scrap rather than patrol. He'd been buddied up with his younger brother more often ever since their talk that night in Donnie's room. They only stopped by because they were already out and had a viable excuse.
"Does she know about us? Like, me, Leo, Raph..." rambled Mikey, curious, as he practiced one of his new moves with his skateboard. He kicked up onto the ledge of the roof and skidded before hopping off, tucking the board under his arm. "You guys have been together like, what, two months? And she doesn't even know your name."
Fiddling with the strap reaching around his shoulder, Donnie replied matter-of-factly to hide the embarrassment that was ailing him at the thought, "Okay, for starters, we're not 'together'. And secondly, she hasn't mentioned voice chatting in a while."
"And?" He got back on his board, zooming by Donnie.
"My name? It just hasn't come up," Donnie shrugged.
"Call her, then!" Mikey smiled, still preoccupied with his board and trying out his new tricks. Donnie gave a light scoff and shook his head. His brother passed behind him where he sat leaned against the water tower.
"I don't want to just call her out of nowhere, Mikey, she might be asleep."
He also didn't want his brother there when he did.
"You gotta not be so shy!...oh, look, in the window. Right there. See? She's up," he quipped with a small smirk. The curtain was drawn, but the light had turned on at some point, and they could see her silhouette moving past. Donnie looked over his shoulder to say something but felt a hand slip into his pocket on the other side, stealing his phone right off of him. He was fast, but Mikey was faster in jumping into his board and gliding all the way to the other side of the roof with the fussy turtle hot on his trail.
"Mikey, quit it!" Donnie barked, lunging toward him for the phone.
"You'll thank me later!"
The two wrestled for the phone, Mikey holding it just out of reach as he tried to navigate the screen without dropping it.
"Come on," grunted Donnie as the tussle led them near the edge, where Mikey held it precariously over the alley below. His glasses were jostled off his face when a stray hand bumped them, causing them to fall amongst their feet. Squinting, he partially knelt down and searched for the pair while still looking at his brother and his phone, trying to stretch his arm long enough to snatch it. "Really?" he groaned, "just give me the phone!"
Donnie slung out his staff and used the other end to whack his wrist from underneath just as he pulled away from the edge, losing his grip on the phone. Mikey tried to catch it but it bounced off his hand, going right over the side of the roof and plummeting down into the alley.
Mikey froze. Donnie finally found his glasses.
Laughing nervously, Mikey turned back to him, "Whoops…"
When he didn't immediately find the phone on the ground, Donnie knew what happened. He looked over the edge, and there it was, sitting on the pavement in the alleyway. The building wasn't incredibly tall, but enough to do some major damage. He'd have to switch for one of his spares if he didn't want to deal with a busted-up screen.
"I don't need your 'help', Mikey, so leave it alone next time," Donnie said and gave him a narrow-eyed look, huffing as he leaped down to retrieve it.
Mikey may have been insistent, but he knew then it was time to stop. All he wanted to do was help. For his shy, flakey brother to come out of his shell (no pun intended). Donnie, at that time, had the biggest shot out of all of them for something unique and good. He hadn't yet worked out the logistics of how to bridge the gap between the two, but it was a calling of his to help him along.
Donnie watched for people from behind a corner before creeping out to get the phone, which was face down on the concrete. No doubt cracked to all hell if not completely shattered, though it did have a case.
But as he got closer, he heard a voice. From the phone.
He picked up the phone timidly and shot a glance up at the roof, where Mikey was peeking over the edge in apprehension. Without a word, Donnie activated the taser in his staff, pointing it at his brother and zapping it briefly. He flinched and retreated out of sight.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Bo?" she asked again, tone riddled with confusion. "What was that?"
"Uh, yes—hol—hold on, please," stammered out donnie, flying around the corner and pressing flat against the wall as a group of laughing people passed by the alley. "Just one second," he said nervously. Above him, Mikey was rapidly motioning for him to get up there, eyes wide and body trying to stay low. Baffled, Donnie gestured back at him, mouthing at him to keep his pants on for one more minute while he made his way up.
"Hey, what's going on there?" she inquired, concerned.
A street cat abruptly skittered out from between his legs from the dumpster he stood next to, and he had to stifle a startled yelp. He hopped up onto the nearest fire escape, trying to control his breathing. "Hey, hello…[y/n]," he half-chuckled, distracted by working up the building one-armed as he kept as quiet as possible.
"What was all that? And who's 'Mikey'?"
There was suddenly a shout—Mikey's shout—and his stomach did a jump. He sputtered as fast as he could, "I'm sorry [y/n] but this really isn't a good time, and I mean it really isn't," he pulled himself up onto the roof, and there was Mikey, fending off men clad in black, "so I have to go, but—"
"Don, dude! I need help over here!" cried his brother, sliding out of the way as a sword was jabbed towards him. He countered with a harsh uppercut to the man's chin, sending him stumbling backwards. The blade fell to the concrete with a clank.
"'Don'? Bo, what the hell?! Who is with you? And—"
Donnie jumped into the battle, a mix of nine or ten armed men with swords other weapons, and Mikey trying to stave them off, swinging his chucks with nothing short of reckless abandon. But he still didn't hit himself with them.
Ending the call, he secured the phone in his pocket. He wailed the guy closest to him in the side of the head with the heavy staff, then kicked him in the chest. The man fell to the blow, and Mikey ducked underneath the length of Donnie's weapon just in time as the two came together. Stray bullets flew past them, some colliding with their shells as they spun around for protection.
"How was it?!" Mikey yelled over the clamor, breathless. Donnie sidestepped from the rapid hit he sent towards the human to his left.
"What are you talking about?!" Donnie loudly questioned, flummoxed of what could have been going on in his brain during a fight. "We're kind of in the middle of something here!"
"Your phone call!"
"Yeah, the hell's the talkin' about, Don?" a gruff voice cut through the jumble.
Both of the boys whirled around to see their older brothers there, weapons drawn.
"Oh, right. As soon as I saw those bad guys coming, I let them know," said Mikey casually to Donnie, throwing his fist into the face of the man coming up behind him. "You know, standard biz."
With the rest of the team there, the fight was over twice as fast. Some groaning in pain and some unconscious bodies littering the area, along with their weapons. Leo finished the last one and sheathed his swords, eyes on their tallest brother while Raph kept watch around them. Donnie swallowed as Leo approached him.
"Don, you said you were going out for scrap metal," Leo stated.
In the background, Mikey grabbed his skateboard and was going to try to kickflip over one of the knocked out guys, but Raph yanked the board from him, growling. He checked all of the men to make sure they were down and would stay down.
"We were...just on our way back?" Donnie answered. Nearby, there was a small pile of scrap he'd collected, though definitely not enough to justify being out that long.
"So you stopped at your friend's place?" Leo deadpanned, crossing his arms. "Didn't you think that this could get her in trouble, too? Her apartment's right there, dude!"
Mikey budded in and corrected him, "Ah, we stopped by [y/n]'s. And nah! It's all good."
Donnie's face twitched. "Of course I thought about it! That's why I've only come here three times since, and only thirty minute intervals!" he bit back, throwing his hands up. The rest of his brothers all looked at him and his specificity. "I'm not naive, Leo."
The leader pushed past the both of them, signalling that it was time to leave, and they followed. Not before Donnie got what little metal he had collected and put away his staff, tucking the stuff under his arm. Raph joined alongside Donnie as they ran. "What's with all the secret' stuff, Don? First, ya hide it to begin with, then, ya make out like you were done, and now you get jumped by Foot guys by her place when you shoulda been gettin' scrap!" he said. "How were we supposed to cover for ya if you're lyin' even after we let you off?"
"Technically, I did get some!" Donnie remarked. He held up a piece of the scrap for him to see, and Raph snorted. "But..."
Well, his question would be a little harder to answer.
Next block was the nearest manhole, where each turtle swiftly jumped in, knowing by heart (and years of wandering) most of the sewers and the way back home. In some tunnels was Mikey's telltale graffiti, but it was scattered throughout the place enough to not be a giant arrow to their hideout. In the last portion of the run was the tunnel they always slid down, and once they were actually home, Donnie knew what was coming. Master Splinter was already waiting for them by the time they arrived.
"Uh-oh," Mikey said upon seeing him, sinking behind his brothers. Raph pushed him back up front.
Dropping the scrap in his arms, Donnie squeaked, "That's not good." He quietly cursed how high pitched his voice became when he was nervous.
"Yeah…" Leo cleared his throat, looking down at his hands clasped in front of him. The situation had an awkward tension for everyone in it, save for Raph, who was immune to it by then and Splinter himself. "We took care of the soldiers," he added more seriously. "Got out of there before too much attention was drawn.
"The police may be able to handle them from here, but it will not make a dent in the Shredder's forces," explained Splinter, grave as he paced along the line of brothers. "He owns the city. Until I say so, there will be no venturing to the surface. You are all lucky to be unharmed."
"That ain't it," Raph piped up. "But they'll be bringin' the big guns, next time."
"Oh, I am well aware."
"Um...of which thing?" the nervous turtle questioned, exchanging glances to Raph and then Mikey.
Splinter raised his brows knowingly, and that was all it took for Donnie. The floodgates of his signature anxious chatter opened. He grabbed the edge of Mikey's shell and pulled him over into the spotlight with him, "I met someone over an online game and we started texting after a few weeks, and—and Leo found out and I said I would stop, but we never told you," he gestured toward their brother in blue, who refused to make eye contact, "so I told her that it was through and then Mikey somehow convinced me to go back on it," he sucked in a breath, and Mikey grinned uncomfortably, "and then we started talking again and I don't know why, but I went back there to her apartment building and it was just…stupid."
There was a cumbrous pause. Donnie was stiff as a board, Mikey couldn't look at any one thing too long, Leo stood in his polite but awkward stance, and Raph started to whistle.
As poised as ever, Splinter spoke. "I know."
All four pairs of eyes shot to their father.
"What?"
"Uh..."
"Huh?"
"Wait."
They expressed their collective confusion at the same time, and Splinter chuckled. Donnie wanted nothing more than to be able to retreat into his shell, but that was physically impossible. "Nothing gets past me, especially not you and your nervous habits, Donatello. You are scratching that spot on your neck again, son."
Flinching, Donnie pulled his hand away. He'd be damned; Splinter was right.
But unbeknownst to them, there had been spectator of their fight on the roof that night.
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shh do not think too deeply about this my children
a/n: haha plot device go brrrr
i need to finish this cursed fanfiction
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Rise of the Forest God
Chapter 17 - Professor Tally Winchester
Winchester Hall was a beautiful, dark Victorian mansion á lá Addams Family that rested proudly upon the tallest hill around. The windows, grey with age and dust were tall and skinny and a rusted iron gate, with weathered carvings now indistinguishable rested half swallowed by dirt and uncut blades of long dry grass. The whole thing blended rather well with the crawling forest behind it.
The team was waiting by the gate, curious and giddy with half-numbed nervousness.
"Well, now I'm definitely interested," Walther commented, peeking through the towering, rusted gate. "This looks like it's haunted by at least three ghosts who died a horrible death. They never found the heads."
October laughed.
"Seriously October, imagine the Addams Family's mansion, now scale it down a little."
He raised an eyebrow. "Can't wait for Morticia to pop out."
"Well, Morticia was definitely not on the phone," Violet noted.
Suddenly, the carved, dark-oak door that rested comfortably in the centre of the home's front opened, and a young man peeked out, adjusting his glasses as he took a moment to assess the situation. After a few moments passed, he noticed the team waiting by the gate, waved to wordlessly grab their attention, and quickly scuttled over.
Tally Winchester was a medium-heighted, slender and bald individual with large, wildly blue eyes behind thick glasses and a countless amount of scattered silver piercings dotted in and around his earlobe. Despite the fact that it was it had just dawned early spring, his skin was sunburnt and tanned, as if he spent most of his days somewhere lost outside. He walked with a noticable limp, and Walther didn't need to wait long for an explanation, when a prosthetic briefly appeared between his worn brown converse sneakers and faded jeans.
"Hi!" He flashed a toothy smiled at the group and opened the gate. "Great to see you, I'm Professor Tally Winchester!" He shook everyone's hands as they trickled past. The sleeves of his petrol flannel were rolled up, revealing a rather out-of-place, faded tattoo of a crawling lizard and a bunch of old scars. "You can call me Tally though."
Violet held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Violet, we talked on the phone."
"Great to meet you all!" He grinned. "Are you coming inside?"
***
"Before anyone asks, I inherited the house," Tally explained while leading them upstairs. "It's rotten and I hate it and the bills are a naked horror but I doubt I can find anything that has more capacities for a library." He opened a door. "Intrate, everyone."
"Remarkable," Doc commented.
Remarkable was indeed an understatemt. The room they'd entered was a library- with a beautiful brick fireplace and huge windows that let in the sparse afternoon sun, bookshelves brushed against the webbed ceiling and sunk into every wall. The floor was carpeted, through incredibly uncomfortable to walk on, and the furniture antique. One wall was plastered with photographs and notes.
"Nice," Walther mumbled, taking the second to once again soak in their surroundings.
Tally grinned, idly brushing aside pages and old notes compromised of incomprehensible scribbles and drawings. His teeth were somewhat crooked. "I didn't replace any of the furniture, but I did sell a chunk of the old books. There was just no space for mine." He closed the door behind them. "So anyway, you wanted to know about the cult?"
"There's been a bunch of murders in Forest Lane that were eerily similar to what it did, so yeah." Thasfield shrugged his broad shoulders. "We suspect the cult might be involved."
"Oh, I heard about that on the news!" Tally sorted the files on the table until he found what he was looking for. Then he looked up. His face was serious now. "At this point I'd like to admit I have a slightly selfish motivation in this."
"What is it?", Violet asked.
"You see..." Tally leaned against the table. "For context, I'm a history professor, but my focus is on cryptids and modern legends. Historical context, potential explanations, yada yada. A few years ago I stumbled across the legend of the Forest God."
Walther's face lit up. "Oh, I remember that story, my parents used to tell it to me when I was a kid! This one guy got lost in the woods, was found dead and after his funeral his reanimated corpse came home and his wife who loved him very, very much-" They side-eyed Violet and Coffee, who in turn glared back. "-couldn't accept that maybe it's not exactly normal that your husband's corpse is vibing around, then after a while he started killing people, then he killed her and then the neighbours buried him in an iron casket in the woods so he would stop randomly murdering people. Right?"
"You summed it up." Tally nodded.
"But who believes in that?!" Violet frowned. "I mean... it's just a legend, right? Somebody finally snapped, had a rough week or something, and people straight up believe his bullshit?"
"He came back from the dead and started murdering people, Violet," Doc commented.
She shrugged dismissively. "We've all been there."
"I don't want to meet you after a bad week," Tally remarked with mild discomfort, absentmindedly flipping through pages of notes and nonsense. "The existence of the man who allegedly became the Forest God is proven. His name was Eustace Wyndham and if you ask me he had rabies and some things were added for drama. But that's not even relevant, because the cult came almost a hundred years later." He slid around the table and opened another scattered file. "1969 they started to worship the Forest God. At first it was nothing special, you know, just the average college student nonsense." He held up an old photograph, subtle wonder in his eyes as he stared into it, before handing it to Walther. "Here, you can take a look at this! That's the entire cult. The guy in purple with the long hair is one of the founders. The other founder left in 1970 after getting a bad feeling about the whole thing. I caught him for an interview five years ago. Lovely guy, sadly died of cancer shortly after. It's a shame. You can pass the photo around! Notice how they're all wearing cow parsley wreaths. That was the flower associated with the Forest God and the flower scattered all over their murder victim's body, or rather what was left of it."
"All the victims had cow parsley in their mouth," Doc realized, dragging a hand up to rest in his soft ginger curls, staring blankly into the distance, thinking.
Tally nodded hastily. "Exactly! And now please look at what I found on my windowsill this morning!"
He limped over to the tallboy, half relying on the nearby furniture for support. Leaning down and throwing open a drawer, after a short while of sifting through papers and photographs, he took out something else. Then he held it up.
It was a wreath of cow parsley.
"That's....not good," Walther murmured after a long moment of stunned silence.
Tally nodded, twirling the flowers between his thumb and forefinger. "You get it. You know..." He leaned heavily against a dusty, worn table and heaved a small sigh. "When Wilhelm called me at first I was very sceptical of it all. I'm not a group project person, if you know what I mean. But this is just the tip of the ice berg and I have a feeling that I might be next, so I decided to work with you." He shrugged his shoulders.
While he'd been talking, Coffee had been furiously typing. He handed Tally his phone and Tally read it out loud.
" 'How about we use you as a bait?' Um... Can you...can you please explain what exactly you mean? That doesn't sound particularly safe-!"
He handed Coffee's phone back to him, paranoid he might accidentally drop it, and the detective started typing an answer, this time with significantly more determination.
Hear me out. So my idea was basically that tonight we let the killer come, but were going to be prepared. In other words, we gather a big group that's going to protect you, and we're going to arrest the murderer once he's here. What do you think?
Tally hesitated for a short moment and chewed his lip, opening his mouth to reply, then closing it again.. "I mean... I guess you have a point, sooner or later he's going to get me either way."
"I mean, let's be real, you can't run forever," Thasfield said, leaning forwards. "Even if you move, it's still going to take a while, and judging by what we know you're being pretty actively stalked, so it's quite possible he'll just follow you and then you'll be killed by a Forest God in a hotel room in Central Graytown. Which probably makes for an interesting plotline in a noir film, but we're talking real life here and I highly doubt you're so keen on landing in the morgue anytime soon. Although the Doctor is an expert at autopsies."
Doc smirked.
".........yeah," Tally admitted. He sat down on the table and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, that sounds...icky but realistic." He closed his eyes took a deep breath. "Alright. Who's gonna be on this team?"
Doc's phone's rang loudly to shake up their newfound confidence, and he excused himself, stepping back into the dusty hallway to take the call.
"I mean, most of us for starters," Violet said. "But I was also thinking of grabbing Gary Fox and Wilhelm. Strength in number, you know?"
Doc eventually came back to the group. His weathered face was stricken with subtle anxiety. "Bad news."
"What is it?", Walther asked.
"Alice found her mailman by the stables."
Walther frowned. "Okay, and what's so special about that?"
"His left arm was by the stables. The rest of him was scattered across the field."
"Dear God, is he okay?"
"He's okay, but he's dead." Doc turned to Tally, lowering his voice just enough. "Can we settle on tonight?"
Tally nodded. His sunburnt face had notably paled, turning his skin a somewhat pasty yellow. "Sure. What time are y'all coming?"
"Is five o'clock alright with you?"
Tally shrugged his shoulders. "Sure."
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