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nox-box-corner · 2 years
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Hey! So this isn't part 4 of The Neighborhood Cryptid but its a bunch of drawings I did!
warning!: some contain blood/gore themes
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Everyone as an animal! Except phil he is a crow man
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Phil hears laughing and go's to check but he's not surprised when he finds his kids(and cryptid-) all in the hall way. In other words tommy is in a new timeout as philza rethinks his life
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WHATS THIS? A NEW AU!?!? yep! This is going to be a new Au but you only get this as a treat :>
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Warrior cat oc's-
Warning!: beyond this is drawings of blood/gore
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Got bored drew this, it's based off of a reall pair of horns I own(goat horns I think?-)
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Weirdcore oc's
Grey-ish one in a mushroom hat is Wendell
The black and orange one is Sir Famine
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A creepy cat oc! He eats bones I named him Crawly
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prokopetz · 11 months
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Had a dream that there was a furry subculture revolving entirely around popular cryptids where nobody knew exactly what anybody else's fursona actually looked like because they exclusively drew themselves blurry and out of focus and/or really far away.
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thestuffedalligator · 10 months
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Modern Midsummer Night’s Dream adaptation where the four youths in the woods are trying to film the Goatman for their youtube channel, and the mechanicals are a band of film students trying to shoot a found footage horror movie in the same woods at the same time.
We never actually see the Goatman, but at the end Hermia checks the footage she recorded on her camera. It’s all been erased except for one clip, where someone in the dark recites the “If we shadows have offended” monologue.
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just-a-drawing-bean · 8 months
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Cant get this meme out of my head its so funny to me, original meme by @naffeclipse as well as being the owner of Sleuth Jesters, Cryptid Sightings, and In Deep Dreams Between the Waves. Credits to the lovely @themeeplord for Cryptid Eclipse and Mer Eclipse designs which I hold so very dearly.
heres the og meme image by Naff
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one-time-i-dreamt · 5 months
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I went to the SCP foundation and I was gonna be a D-class but my grades were good enough that I got to be a researcher, but then after my epic promotion I was still thrown into a room with a very low ceiling and SCP-682 in it.
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boozois · 1 year
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closing shift is always strange..
(donations)
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ruinemade · 5 days
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Dream tiger
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jackbaphomet · 1 year
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Bully the Mob Boss!Eclipse, he's a loser~
Featuring Cryptid, Mer, Chief and Hunter.
@naffeclipse 's boys
Cryptid and Mer boys design by @themeeplord
Original meme by an ask (sorry i literally can't find your username p-p)
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cuubism · 1 year
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At first Hob isn't even sure the shop is open. The tiny door inset above a few steps, the utter lack of welcoming signage, the windows packed with unlabelled stacks of books--it doesn't exactly scream come in and buy something. As Hob steps up to the door, he really expects it to be locked, or for a sign to fall from the ceiling reading, abandon all hope here, mortal.
But the door to the bookshop--the name of which he's yet to determine, again with the utter lack of signage thing--just swings open at his touch, and he steps into a narrow hallway made entirely of--of course!--books.
Dust rises from the rug as he carefully makes his way deeper into the meandering corridors. The lightbulbs overhead are dim and in desperate need of replacement. The stacks are teetering and untouched. If he learned the place had been sitting here on this winding side street, exactly the same, for the past seven hundred years, he wouldn't be at all surprised.
And now Hob's marring its mysterious mausoleum aura by opening a jaunty modern coffee shop across the street.
Whoops.
Hence why he's bringing a peace offering before he accidentally starts a war over noise or crowds or god knows what else. Most places would probably be happy about increased foot traffic, but that's not the sense he's getting here.
This is all, of course, assuming he does find an owner, and not just a skeleton manning a till somewhere in this place long gone dark.
Hob doesn't find any customers. He does find several interesting-looking side hallways labelled things like, ~ the occult ~ , Oneiromancy, and "falconry -- advanced" and has to drag himself back into focus because the only thing worse than starting a turf war with a mysterious bookstore owner on his cafe's opening day is accidentally spilling the coffee he's brought--as a peace offering!--all over some ancient magical text.
"Hello?" he calls, finally giving up on the creeping about. "Anyone there?"
No answer. All Hob finds is a rickety set of stairs leading up the next level. So he ascends.
At the top is an even more cluttered room of books. This time in disorganized, unlabelled stacks on every surface. Waiting to be shelved, maybe? And in the center of it all, sitting cross-legged on the floor with several of these books spread out in a confusing array before him, is who Hob can only presume to be the owner.
An owner who is not dead, nor ancient and decrepit as Hob had kind of been picturing. Definitely not decrepit at all. Oohhhh dear.
The lithe, dark-haired, fey thing that is the owner tapes a note inside another book and says, in a distracted tone, "Can I help you?"
"Uh," says Hob, because he came here on a mission but he's gotten really turned around, "do you drink coffee?"
This gets him a raised eyebrow, but the shop owner does turn to look at him, staring up from his position on the floor. Christ he's pretty, spectacles and all. If there is a battle over street noise levels, Hob's going to lose by dint of caving automatically to those eyes. Pathetic.
The bookstore owner looks at the coffee in Hob's hand, then back at Hob's face. "Why?"
Hob thrusts the cup in his direction. "Here."
The owner looks alarmed now, but takes the cup, gingerly, peering at it as if he thinks Hob might have given him pureed nightshade instead. "Why?" he repeats, and then, because apparently his level of self-preservation doesn't extend to things like not drinking random shit thrust at him by strangers, takes a sip, and hums in appreciation.
"I-- fuck, sorry--" Hob sits down on the floor, which only makes him look more like a maniac to be honest-- "I just-- I just opened across the street? The cafe? So I just wanted to say hi and-- holy shit, is your name actually Dream? Were you a stripper in another life or something?"
This because he's finally spotted a tiny nametag pin on the bookstore owner's cardigan-- a cat curled around a book where the cover reads, I am Dream.
"Yes," says Dream, and Hob has no idea if that's in response to the first question, the second, or both. Both is terrifying to think about. As is the fact that Hob even asked that. "The cafe, you said?"
"Mmhmm," Hob agrees, cheeks burning. Oh, he's making a right mess of this, all right.
"Hmm," says Dream, peering at him over the coffee cup. This indicates nothing to Hob about how he feels about the cafe situation.
"I just worried that more noise and stuff might bother you," Hob rushes to explain. "You seem. To. You know. Like your quiet. Is all."
"It is my understanding that cafes and bookstores frequently have symbiotic relationships," says Dream evenly, though he's still watching Hob with unnerving intensity.
Well. That was easy. Maybe Hob was just worrying over nothing. Wanting to be liked when it wouldn't have been an issue.
"Alright," he says, letting out a breath. "Well. Good!"
"Good," echoes Dream, with a tiny, wry smile.
"What is this place anyway? I've seen no signage whatsoever."
"It's called The Library," Dream says.
Hob waits for him to explain. He doesn't. "Um, but... isn't it a shop?"
Dream raises an unimpressed eyebrow. "And?"
"So..." Hob says, "it's not a library."
"Purchasing something is but extended borrowing from the universe," says Dream, like that makes any sense at all.
But Hob decides there's other things he'd rather do with a pretty goth bookstore/library/whatever owner than argue semantics. "What do you carry, then?"
Now Dream preens like a cat. "The Library contains every book in print."
Now it's Hob's turn to raise an eyebrow. "That seems... unlikely? Impossible?"
Dream's self-satisfied little smile doesn't fade. "You are welcome to browse the stacks and let me know if there is anything you cannot find."
And, well, it's true that Hob didn't really get a sense of just how far back this place goes. It looks small from the street, but he's already wandered pretty far in just to find Dream, and has yet to reach a back wall.
"I will definitely have to come back," he agrees. And get lost. Definitely get lost. He's not even sure he can find his way out. He'll probably get swallowed up in Oneiromancy.
"In return I will be sure to visit your cafe," says Dream. He says it so strangely, like crossing into a foreign land. I will be sure to visit your court. "Are you open late?"
"On Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, yup," says Hob.
"Excellent." Dream inclines his head imperiously to Hob. "Thank you. For the coffee."
Hob figures he should let him get back to his labeling. He has plenty of his own work, too.
"Yeah, sure, any time. Good to meet you, Dream."
And then he scurries away before he can make it any weirder, makes his meandering way out of "The Library," and doesn't get lost in Oneiromancy.
This time.
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The following night, Hob looks up from the till to find Dream standing across the counter from him. He looks much the same as before, with the addition of a long dark coat over his clothes, and no reading glasses this time. He offers Hob a tiny smile. "Hob Gadling."
Gosh, he looks, if possible, even prettier in the warm lighting of the cafe than in the darkness of his shop. Though to be honest, Hob had half-convinced himself he'd hallucinated Dream's existence. He hasn't seen anyone go in or out of the shop since.
"Dream," he greets, with a smile. "Anything I can get for you?"
"It is I who have something for you." He hands Hob what must be a book, though it's wrapped in brown paper. "Consider it a return gift. Or perhaps. A welcome."
And before Hob can even ask if he wants coffee or something, if he wants to sit down, he slips back out through the crowd and onto the street like a vapor, and then he's gone.
Hob tears open the paper. And then stares at the book in astonishment.
It's the book. Everyone has one. The book once read but since forgotten in the shuffle of time; title, author, too vague in recollection to pin down. Unsearchable. Never found, for all that the heart of the story might have lodged its way in somewhere deep.
It's one of those books that he remembers in blistering detail now that it's in his hands, that he read in uni but couldn't have found for the life of him on his own, and Dream's just handed it to him over the counter of his cafe.
He runs his fingertip over the midnight blue cover, the embossed lettering. In Search of Nightingales. And it's only as he looks up again at the hidden shop across the street, that he realizes he never told Dream his name, either.
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piixelpaint · 1 year
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @naffeclipse​!!! Happy Birthday to you, one of our very favourite writers in this wholesome fandom!! ☀️🌙
You have gathered hundreds of people around your exciting stories, making us hold our breath each time we read a new chapter you post. You inspire each of us to create our own stories, drawings, animations, to bring something of our own to this fandom. And you helped us find new mutual friends within it, with whom we may sometimes chat for hours on end. You yourself have become one of said mutual friends and it is always such a pleasure to write to you!
You are simply fantastic and we all sincerely wish you the best Birthday that one could have, knowing that you bring so much joy and inspiration to others!
// All credits and more under the cut! Please, do take a look! :) //
Unfortunately, we could not invite all the people who appreciate your writings to participate in this collaboration, as much as we wanted to. This was our first time organizing something like this, and we needed to limit the number of people. But, Naff, I think you yourself know very well that there are hundreds of people in this fandom who sincerely love you and your work and that this art piece would be much bigger if all of them took part in it :)  And on that note, a huge thank you to everyone who agreed to participate! Regardless of busyness and time zone differences, we all worked together and were able to finish this wonderful art piece!
Full List of Credits: Characters In Deep Dreams Between the Waves Mer-Eclipse - @themeeplord  Fisher Y/N - @pure-plum
Sleuth Jesters & AUs Detective Sun - @zelda7999 Detective Moon - @kibbits  Mafia Boss Eclipse - @miwachan2 Vigilante Y/N - @pure-plum Police Chief Eclipse - @lavenoon  Detective Y/N - @cero-sleep
Cryptid Sightings Cryptid Sun/Moon - @sillysaysnonsense Hunter Y/N - @lavenoon 
Double Toil and Trouble Demon Familiar Sun - @solitary-star Demon Familiar Moon - @chaotikanvas  Witch Y/N - @sanchensky Demon Familiar Eclipse - @clxckwork-sun-n-moon
The Writer Naff - @piixelpaint
Layout @themeeplord, @sanchensky, @piixelpaint & everyone for their great ideas and feedback!
BG & Comp @pure-plum
Organizers @piixelpaint & @sanchensky​
Special Thanks To Plum, who gave me (Piixel) the confidence to start this whole thing after I pitched it to her x)
___ Quick note from Piixel: This was honestly such a fun project to work on and to all my fellow collaborators, I have to give a massive thanks!!✨ You really made this project and this seriously couldn’t have come to fruition without your willingness, patience and seamless cooperation. So from the bottom of my heart, Thank you guys so so much!!
And for you, dearest Naff, I think this really shows how wonderful a community you’ve built around you! Not only with your masterful writing and charming stories, but also by being such a sweet, kind and giving person.
So here’s to you, Naff! Happy Birthday, babe! 🥳🎉❤️❤️❤️
(Closeups below ;)
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nox-box-corner · 2 years
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Hey! Yes I'm alive and here with a post! Uh... Sooo uh- I've decided that for the tails and thieves Au will be put on hold for the time being as I don't have any ideas and I kinda am falling out of it, but don't worry! I have a new Au!
The Au's name is "The neighborhood Cryptid"
The characters that are in it are; Phil, techno, tommy, Wilbur, and Dream
This Au is about dream being a wolf Cryptid and phil's family. The main idea is that Phil owes someone a favor and they make Phil "babysit" the creature they have(Dream) so phil has this giant creature who is out like a light on his floor, he keeps it a secret from his family but as you know tommy and Wilbur, also techno were listening from the walls(thin walls). They shrug it off well... Tommy doesn't he's now determined to find out what philza is hiding.
And because I've been gone for 3 million years I shall give my followers a treat!
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A picture! I might get part of a fic out for this au soon but for now you have this
-Nøx💉
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naffeclipse · 2 months
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on the inverse of the 'if YN was a worm' questions
YNs if Sun Moon and Eclipse were worms?
Ho boy, here we go!
Sleuth Jesters Y/N: Reassures the detectives that they're still sexy even as worms and takes the utmost care of them. They leave mafia boss Eclipse on the sidewalk in the rain.
Cryptid Sightings Y/N: Researches everything about worms and how to care for them. Gets the right dirt and healthy vegetation to stick in there with them. Has a full-on aquarium tank with everything their sweetie worm could ever want or need.
Apex Polarity Y/N: Panics are first before rushing to hold said worm and keep him safe from the elements. Keeps panicking. Holds him in their palm often and keeps him very close.
Double Toil and Trouble: Very protective and soft with their worm familiars. Talks to them gently and sets them in the garden to stay happy and healthy. Gives them lots of flowers.
In Deep Dreams Between the Waves: Bewildered by the reversal of size difference but is as gentle and sweet as he was when he was the giant. Hums softly whenever they can to their little worm.
Song Fish Amid the Stars: Grossed out about worms but does their best to tend to their knees, carries them around in a jar, and talks to them about their day. They hope their boys are happy in their jar.
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saturnisscreaming · 11 months
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Pro tip: if someone is bothering you just simply spin your head around 360 degrees and tell them things about themselves that you should have no knowledge of
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tazvene · 4 months
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Complete CIA Analysis and Assessment of The Gateway Process ~ Page 25 Found After 38 Years!
Hey everyone! You know how in the CIA Gateway Assessment docs (aka what people call the shifting docs / astral projection docs / hemisync docs) on page 24 they reach an incredibly pivotal point and then all of a sudden it skips to page 26? and all attempts to obtain it from the CIA have been immediately denied? It turns out the Monroe Institute, the creators of the Gateway Process, had it in storage this whole time! I've found someone who gained access to the elusive page 25 and I now present to u the complete original unaltered Analysis and Assessment of The Gateway Process, xoxoxoxooxoxoxo
https://docsend.com/view/tmhhe6rjk99ituub
Source: https://exo.substack.com/p/found-page-25-of-the-cias-gateway
It's also available to read on Internet Archive
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babycryptidtime · 8 months
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I made a cryptidcore mood board thingy!!!
This is how my little space looks >:::3
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touhoutunes · 4 months
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Title: チュパカぶる?(Chupacable?)
Arrangement: Stack Bros.
Vocals: Stack
Album: チュパカぶる?
Circle: 暁Records
Original: Vampiric Cryptid Chupacabra
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