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i-bounced-byeeee · 2 years

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#cryptid mumbling #commissions #commissions open #adoptables #fan art #original art #drawing

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 2 years

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#molly mumbles #I am a Nessie stan first and a human second okay #lmfao #loch ness monster #cryptids

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queergothcryptid · 3 months

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cryptiduni · 7 days

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i saw "a knight's tale" the other day, now i wanna draw reynauld on a horse again

drawing him in fancy jousting armour would be soo hot too ugh

#cryptid’s mumble #dd

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occasionalsnippets · 6 months

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Mandela MC would go full twin-sies with ourself in public and dare anyone to comment on it

What’s the town gonna do about it anyways??

It's more like Alternate MC is the one twining with Mandela MC and daring people to comment on it. Mandela MC is uh, suitably terrified but also can't do anything.

#mumblings #answered #ask #resident-cryptid #Anomalous AU #Alternate AU

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mirkwoodest · 2 years

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2013: Rhys Darby and Buttons record an episode of their cryptozoology podcast in the foodcourt of a mall and happen to see Taika en route to get some Argentinian meat. Of course they immediately recruit him to be their special guest even though he thinks that "cryptozoology" is a word that Rhys has made up.

#this is edited to be shorted btw I cut out some mumbling bits and things about rhys trying to rent his house etc #wwdits #rhys darby #taika waititi #the cryptid factor #txt

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hollowsart · 3 months

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So, I had a thought of like.. my verse's version of 2099, but instead of 2099, it's like 2077 and like..

..Elderly Acedia. Maybe.. she has actuators to help her move around and grab things. a gift from Otto.

..Would Otto still be around? or Beck? hm.. maybe elderly Acedia is the last one. and what she has and knows are what her loves left her. gifted her.

She is too old to be a hero, but gives 2077's cryptid hero some tips and advice and maybe mentions some random things offhandedly.. making them whip their head around in shock or confusion. like "okay grandma"

little old lady in a wheelchair with actuators that look like Otto's around her waist. her clothes.. made by Beck, her other clothes she doesn't want to wear anymore, preferring the ones he made for her. maybe some are old by now and worn, some patches and stitches.. turned into the blanket on her lap, the cloth hanging off the back of her chair.. maybe even her shawl?

Her glasses have a chain that has beads which represent Otto & Beck.. a little sloth charm, too, that hangs from the chain.

#ghostie mumbles #spidersona #LISTEN. 81 year old woman giving sass to a teenage cryptid crawler of the future. think about it.#this thought won't leave me now. dang it.#ask to tag

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milimeters-morales · 4 months

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ACAU Peter regaining control when he’s getting angry at Matt (for whatever reason) and being like “oh sorry dude” and it’s one of the first times he’s ever apologized to Matt without thinking about it/forcing himself to do it and being getting annoyed after. So they’re both shocked for a second before moving on but i think it’s a great moment showing how Peter’s slowly but surely getting back to his old self. He’s pretty “oh that’s nice” about being able to effortlessly apologize/be polite again, and Matt is just like “thank fuck. he actually can be better” because he was starting to lose hope

#i promise peter doesn’t stay a bad person no matter how many posts i make about him being a bad person there are #actual cryptid au #peter parker #matt murdock #m&m posts #matt when peter mumbles sorry after stepping on his foot: HUMANITY ISNT DOOMED WE’RE SO FUCKING BACK

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cryptidscene · 11 months

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I get reminders in the clouds some days...

#angels #mumbles #traumacore #unreality #i sometimes see things like this.... and it feels like a sign #personal photos #📷#cryptids photography

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 11 months

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I'm sorry. but this is 100% mermaid activity like a mermaid was swimming around the wreck and lost her necklace you literally are never gonna convince me otherwise

#molly mumbles #mermaids #cryptid #titanic #lmfao

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soggypotatoes · 2 years

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not thinking about the fact that I'm spending $550 a week on therapy at the moment omfg

like, my fortnightly income is about $600, Im affording this through a mix of savings and going to mum for help, I CAN afford it and I kinda have to cause if I weren't doing therapy this much I'd be.. SO much worse rn

but oh my god that's a lot of money.. when I also need to eat and pay for meds and stuff.. and I ordered lunch in today even tho I can't afford it cause life is hard.. nfmfnjfhfjf

#ed mumbles #and dangerfield has the nerve of advertising to me #a dress with cryptids on it in the plus sized range

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mothmans-led-lamp · 2 years

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I am a cryptid

I may inspire fright

Could fly at odd times

Go stare at some light.

Some think I am freaky

Downright a mess

It doesn't bother me

I feel no distress.

For though I am feared

By those who like normalcy

I feel very comforted

That human "freaks" do adore me :)

Poem found in mothman's diary. Estimated to be around the time cryptids caught more positive attention. Our question is, how did he access the internet to find his fans?

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sleepless-in-southlands · 2 years

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I don't know why, but after the last sentence of your last lucky jumbo fic I imagined Luke drinking a potion and becoming super buff like the Hulk

Jokes aside, if he learned how to make strenght potions and how to enchant a sword with kiss of death he would really be able to fight anything

luke just Assumes the strength potion would give one Super Cool Muscles and is incredibly bummed when it doesnt- mumbo asks him why he thought that, is that how it was in his 'old server'?

and luke just goes :( no but imagine how cool it wouldve been

#oizys mumbles #messages in smoke #lucky jumbo #luke wants strength potions to work like steroids do /j #but also Yeah master potion maker/enchanter luke can def cheat himself into bein a bit op #he goes 'what if i put wither rose in a potion and then that potion on a sword' and all of hc just has to Watch #as luke wont-punch-a-tree carder directly handles a wither weapon and commits some sort of war crime #so yeah luke is quickly becomin the cryptid of a server full of cryptids in this essay i will-

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mothmansmoonshine · 3 months

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Tumblr is like my little curated little bug jar and my feed is just me staring intently at the cage trying not to scare all my little buggy friends

#cryptid #ignore me #mumblings

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flowercrowngods · 2 months

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“Baby?”

Steve lifts his head off the pillow to look at Eddie, his back arching in a much needed way after lying on his stomach for so long, and he ends up groaning appreciatively as he stretches his back a little more. It makes Eddie smile. All the small things do.

Overcome with sudden but gentle affection, Steve rolls over with a matching smile and comes to a stop lying halfway beneath Eddie, getting a glorious view of his deepening dimples.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been thinking,” Eddie says, his hand coming up to brush Steve’s hair out of his forehead. Steve leans into his warmth a little further, feeling so incredibly loved when Eddie looks at him like that.

It’s infinite, what he feels for Eddie. What he feels with Eddie.

“Oh? ‘Bout what?”

Eddie leans down and brushes a kiss to the tip of Steve’s nose. “You,” he says. “Me. Us.”

Steve hums, wrapping himself in Eddie’s scent as he buries his face in his chest, his arms trapped between them. He can’t move. Can hardly breathe. It’s perfect, and Eddie always indulges his cat-like tendencies, as he calls it.

“Tell me about your thoughts?”

A hand weaves its way into his hair, scratching wonderfully along his scalp in lazy, soothing patterns.

“I’m gonna put pillows on the walls for you.”

“Hmm?”

“When we have our own place. I’m gonna put pillows on the walls for you. In the kitchen even, so you can sit on the floor and still be comfy. You can have a little nook for floor time with Robin. And it’s gonna be padded with pillows, but the ones that are still solid. Only a little soft. Still grounding.” Eddie mumbles, a little lost in thought like he’s still imagining it all unfold.

Steve melts, first rolling further into him and then back, so he can look up and meet those soft, soft eyes.

“That’s what you’re thinking about?”

“All the time. Never wanna tell you about it so I won’t ruin the surprise, but, I don’t know. Wanted to tell you. You’re gonna have bougie-ass wall pillows, angel.”

And Steve doesn’t know how to handle this. How to take it all, take everything Eddie gives him and live his life an unchanged man. His heart is going to burst one of these days. It’s gonna burst and it’s gonna go everywhere, remind the world for all eternity of the love they shared. Built. Shaped and reshaped in all the ways they needed.

“Everything,” he says, his voice weak with the awe he feels, his own hand coming up to Eddie’s cheek.

“Hmm?” Eddie’s nuzzling the palm of his hand, brushing kiss over kiss to the centre.

“You’re— You’re everything. Can’t believe it sometimes.”

“Only sometimes?” Eddie teases, making Steve laugh for the first time in hours. It’s easy. God, it’s so easy.

“Don’t be so full of yourself.”

“Oh, I’m gonna be full of som—“

Laughing, Steve claps his hand over Eddie’s mouth, shutting him up and revelling in the giggle that follows before Eddie nips on his palm.

“I hate you,” Steve grins, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s middle.

“Yeah, well,” he hums, fond affection settling permanently on that pretty, pretty face. “‘M still gonna put pillows on the wall for you.”

Steve sighs, hoping to relieve some of the intensity he’s feeling. It’s overwhelming, even after all this time.

“I love you.”

“I love you,” Eddie whispers, hovering above him in an almost-kiss. “Endlessly.”

@puppy-steve i love you. i’d put pillows on the wall for you 🤍🌷

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hollowsart · 1 year

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I still can’t seem to get a design for my version of Grizzly, however I have written a little short something about her, so here’s her collective info, plus that writing I did:

Name: Maxima Markham, Maxi for short.

Classification: Werebear/Berserker. It's a long standing family thing, being able to turn into a bear at will, carrying around a bear skin/fur coat that is essentially their own. It's a thing that's been passed down from.generation to generation.

Height: 6'9" Nordic woman.

[everything under the cut is VERY long, forgive me]

Concept:

Shows up to NY one day when there's a large charity event regarding wildlife in the world and trying to help support the causes of preserving and trying to help maintain/regrow the population of animals that are endangered. One of which being Polar Bears.

So.. she shows up for that event. Very keen on helping her kin to stay alive and well. But she seems to find a distaste for a lot of the higher social class people and their donations to the cause being just so they get a good public image and all. She's there as a passionate speaker about the bears and gains Intel on the names of the people she's picked out as not good.

After the event, she takes her time tracking down these people and essentially hunts them for sport in the city. There's sudden reports of bear attacks and sightings which is unusual for NYC. There's not supposed to be any bears in the city outside of the zoo?

Acedia investigates the zoo first for questions, but all the animals are there and accounted for. No breakouts at all. Getting Otto's thoughts about this odd string of sightings and attacks a conclusion is made that whatever or whoever this bear is.. they're attacking the rich and elite that were at the charity event from before.

That leads to eventually tracking down this "Grizzly" woman and putting a stop to her somehow.

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Acedia closing in on the destination walks through destruction. A destroyed and torn up building in the dead of night. It's empty, it's dark, it's quiet.. the faint sound of something on a floor above echoing, the harsh actions up there reverberating down through the floors.

Glass and leaves and papers scattered about the carpeted floor. Making her way toward the next set of stairs upward to progress. Otto, on the other end of her ear pieces kept her company all the while. His voice was welcoming, grounding as she tried to keep from getting paranoid.

As she reached the next floor, she picked up on a scent. Instinctively covering her nose and freezing in place. She scanned the area from where she stood, observing the sight of a ruined office building. The floor was nicer than the other levels, with fewer cubicles and desks, even despite the overturned furniture and smashed pottery and glass.

"Otto.." her voice was small, cracked, afraid. She saw something.. something splattered across some papers and desks.. and what remained of a window.

Otto's voice came back through, concern in his tone, "Acedia? What is it? Are you alright?"

"There's.. There's blood.. I.. I don't want to experience that again.. O-Otto..."

Her voice trembled, and Otto felt his heart fall. The sounds of rustling and mechanical clicking were all she could hear over the earpiece, stepping back into the stairwell she came from. Her hand blindly found the rail behind her, gripping it tight, the metal creaking in her grasp as Otto's words came one final time.

"Stay right there! I am on my way. Please stay safe, head outside if you can. Do whatever you can to stay hidden. I don't know what kind of creature we are dealing with here, but the last thing I want is for you to get maimed or worse. I will be there shortly, just hold on, okay?"

"Okay--"

Her voice cut short as the final thing Otto heard was a shrill cry from Acedia's end. Whatever it was.. He couldn't bear the thought and bounded out of the lab. The actuators moving as fast as they could. He had no time to waste. He needed to get to her. He needed to save her.

#Ghostie mumbles #//long post #grizzly #maxwell markham #the grizzly #The Daily Bugle: LOCAL CRYPTID ATTACKED BY A GRIZZLY BEAR!

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