#*falbrook

[geesevillain]

hi. i really like calx. a lot. and i was wondering if you could write (general everyday relationship) head canons or maybe drabbles? in all honesty, I'll take literally anything about him. so, just do anything you're comfortable with or simply just want to do. thank you so much especially for creating this weird monster man........ i love him so

i'm glad you like this little weirdo .. hopefully this suffices ofc ♡

cw: mdni, gender neutral, cannibalistic(?) tendencies still, laundry sniffer, finger sucker, he's just a silly little lovesick fool

Calx is the cryptid equivalent of a dog, just one that would rather eat you than play fetch. That doesn't mean he doesn't like to play fetch; no, he enjoys it very much. It's just a little odd to watch your much larger cryptid mate run around your house as he chases a ball. He's broken a vase or two because of it, but he always makes up for it by gifting you a dead rabbit or something of the sort.

Speaking of, his love language is gift-giving. It shouldn't come as much of a shock, especially since that was his way of courting you to begin with. He turns into a whimpery, whiney mess any time he brings an animal carcass home for you. He always leaves them in places he knows you'll notice them: outside the bathroom door while you're showering, at the end of your bed while you're still asleep, even on your pillow just as you're getting ready to call it a night. He never understands why you get so upset whenever he does leave you a gift. Sure, the blood tends to stain your bedding, but he's not doing it on purpose.

He's been infatuated with your scent ever since the first time he broke into your house. It just took that little inhale to get him hooked. He especially loves the way your scent clings to your dirty laundry. It's become a must that you hide your hamper to prevent him from dumping the contents onto your bed. He just can't help himself, especially not when you leave him alone. If he can't shove his nose into the crook of your neck, then he'd make do by burying it in the fabric of one of your dirty shirts instead. They're never as warm as you, but they still keep his mind at bay when you're gone.

Strange domestic life aside, he still really wants to consume you. He's not a human, clearly, so his instincts scream at him to fill his belly with your flesh. He hasn't, not yet, anyway. He's more than content with lapping at your skin like a man starved, which you could say he kind of is. You're practically dripping in his saliva by the time he's finished. His favourite part is when you let him suck your fingers. It's odd, yes, but it keeps his mind at bay. It beats sucking and gnawing on his own, which was always a bad habit of his. Your fingers are also far cleaner than his own, so he appreciates the lack of dirt when you let him indulge a little.

Alongside licking, he's also a biter. It's as close as he'll ever get to actually eating you. The hungrier he gets, the more he likes to bite and nibble on your skin. He especially loves to hold you from behind as he lavishes your shoulders with little nibbles. He knows not to take it too far, mainly after that one incident. He hadn't meant to draw blood, not really, anyway. He had just gotten a little too carried away and let his instincts take control a little. Being kicked out for the night was awful, so he quickly learned to not do it again.

He loves it when you play with his hair. It became an almost nightly routine for you to brush the knots out of his long hair. That's always after you help him bathe, of course, on account that he still doesn't know how to work your shower. He absolutely hated it the first time you ushered him into the bath. He was never fond of water, so having to sit in a bath full of it upset him greatly. Now, he practically drags you into the bathroom every night knowing that you'll play with his hair when he's all clean. He especially loves it when you braid his hair. He's tried to do the same for you, regardless of your hair length/type, but he's much too clumsy to do so. He ends up knotting your hair more often than not, even if he does try his best to mimic the way you braid his own.

Overall, he's a silly little lovesick cryptid.

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El jurado otorga al hombre $ 5 millones en el caso de mordedura de perro del Sheriff de Falbrook donde el condado ocultó evidencia

El jurado otorga al hombre $ 5 millones en el caso de mordedura de perro del Sheriff de Falbrook donde el condado ocultó evidencia

Un jurado federal en San Diego emitió un veredicto de $5 millones en un caso de derechos civiles contra el condado el martes y encontró que el vicealcalde y su perro usaron fuerza excesiva contra un conductor mientras estaba inmovilizado durante una parada de tráfico en 2014. El jurado necesitó menos de un día para llegar a su veredicto después de un juicio de 19 días en una demanda presentada…

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"I think there are enough stones in the country right now," he said. He himself has not yet noticed that the prices for rubies began to grow.

However, he doubts that this ban, even if introduced from good intentions, will prove to be effective.

"I come from South Africa, and I do not know that sanctions do not work," he said. "I'm afraid we'll just start buying Burmese stones without indicating the country of origin."

The embargo will benefit companies like Canada's True North Gems, which owns exclusive rights to extract rubies at a field in southeastern Greenland. It is planned to sell the mined stones (from small to quads) as corresponding to jewelry ethics.

Pala International from Falbrook delivers to the market a variety of precious stones, not just rubies. Now she bought a shipment of ruby in Tanzania. However, company vice president Josh Hall notes that these stones have a pinkish color and blotches, unlike the red Burmese rubies.

"Some product, of course, will fill the arisen niche, but let's be frank, this situation will affect the sales of all companies," he concludes, according to National Jeweler.

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[geesevillain]

cw: mdni, gender neutral, yandere themes, cannibalistic(?) tendencies, calx isn't exactly human but he does like consuming human flesh, he's just a silly little guy who likes to gnaw on & lick windows, writing is prob everywhere but oh well

The first rule in the Falbrook Introductory and Welcoming Book was simple and straight to the point. Why would it not be? Those who valued their privacy would certainly keep their windows locked and blinds closed, especially after sunset. Some residents, a certain gas station worker especially, weren't to be trusted to give you the privacy you wanted, after all.

But, of course, you wouldn't be reading these rules with as much desperation if it was just Elijah peering in through the cracks in your blinds. No, you have something much darker watching you, something that leaves saliva and blood smears across your windows. Something that now occupies your bed at night and calls you his mate.

You asked for this, did you not? You knowingly left your blinds open for it to watch you. It was just doing as you asked, so why are you hurrying to get rid of it now? It already has you and has claimed you as its own, so stop fighting and just accept its love.

ㅤ《 rule one : keep your windows locked and blinds closed 》

Calx was, well, not human. He had the body and face of a man, but his mind was that of an animal. He was just another creature left to wander around the forest surrounding Falbrook. Nobody had ever seen him, not those left alive, that is. He happily consumed anything and anyone who had come across his path. Why would he not? It was like they were just asking to be eaten, so he happily obliged.

He hardly cleaned up after himself, either. He was, in everyway except physical, an animal. He'd leave the carcasses of his meals scattered about the forest without worry. They always got cleaned up one way or another, so he never had to actually care.

Of course, it was his messy eating habits that made his unnatural presence known to the small town. Missing people found dead with the meat ripped off their bones was not something to ignore, after all. He didn't know much of what was said, but the brief encounters with his victims let him know much of what he needed to.

What may this all have to do with the townsfolk fear of leaving their windows open? Well, Calx could get desperate. Rumours of a beast spread like wildfire, making it so very little people wandered into his territory. He needed to find other ways to acquire the sustenance he required. Which is why he started to wander into town just as the sun went down.

The townsfolk were so trusting back then. They never cared about locking their windows or even closing their blinds. No, they would keep everything open, just for him, or so he liked to believe. He could happily peer through the windows, saliva dripping down his chin as he searched for the perfect meal that could fill his belly.

And so he feasted on a tri-nightly basis. What he couldn't consume in that night alone, he'd harvest and take back to his dwelling in the forest. He was visibly growing plumper, his once bony body long forgotten. He didn't have to worry about food anymore, not with the silly little humans of Falbrook inviting him into their homes with open arms.

It was one night in particular that he was beginning to notice some changes. The once uncovered windows were practically blacked out. He was rather confused. By the fifth house, he felt almost lost. Why were the little boxes with his meals suddenly closed off? He hadn't eaten everyone, not just yet, anyway. So he went home with plans to come back the following night.

He was growing increasingly agitated. The windows were always locked and the blinds were always closed. He just wanted a peek, to see just who was inside. He was much too picky to just break in and eat whoever resided in the broken down homes. No, the one time he had done so, the flesh was stringy and meat too fatty. He had spoiled himself too much, now he was without his favourite meal.

He had become nothing more that a scary story that was passed down from generation to generation. He was just another reason for the superstitious town to keep themselves closed off, and so they did.

A century or so had past since the first Falbrook rule had been set. One or two people went missing, but it was nothing compared to the massacre that once happened when everyone was at their most innocent. No, they were smart, too smart for the creature who wandered the streets at night in hopes that he could see one window that he could shimmy through.

And then there was you.

You had probably just moved in not even a couple hours ago. The rule book, oh the rule book you should have read, was tossed aside with little care. You didn't read it, no, it was obvious.

Sure, the townsfolk could have verbalized its importance, but that would mean bringing up Falbrook's secrets. And that was something they would not do. To put the past into words would make it true, so they didn't. No, if you were to learn anything, you would learn it from the book and the book alone.

And, oh, how happy Calx was when he saw the light streaming through your open blinds. He had not been blessed with a sight like that in so long. He was a giggly mess, the once desperate whispers he let out replaced with happy wheezes.

He climbed onto the side of your house and peered inside. His pupils dilated at the mere sight of you. God, you looked so beautiful. What? No, no, no, he meant tasty. You looked so tasty, so much so that he started to lap at the glass separating the two of you. Saliva pooled from his mouth and dribbled down the window as he just stared at you.

He didn't know if he should slip inside your room or not. You were a delicacy to him, yes, but you were also something more. It wasn't love, no. A monster like Calx was not capable of loving someone. He didn't think so, anyway. So what was it? Infatuation? Obsession? Desire? He couldn't quite wrap his brain around it. The only thing that he knew was that he wanted to keep you alive for the sake of watching you.

And watch you he did. It became his favourite past time. He would wait until the bell chimed six times before slipping into the small town. He kept hidden in the shadows, even if it would not have worked due to his massive stature, but he was too drunk on you to actually care.

He crouched down in front of you window, his dilated pupils watching your every move. You were so much different than the other townsfolk. You had a spark to you that the town seemed to have taken away from everyone else. Maybe that's because you're not from here, he thought to himself. He would have noticed your open blinds a while ago if you were.

He nibbled on the rodent he had caught on his way to your place. The blood dribbled down his chin and coated his fingers. He had been in too much of a hurry to grab something more fulfilling. In fact, he hadn't actually eaten something that could keep his belly full in quite some time. Not since he saw you, that is. You were all he needed, even if his body told him countless times that you were not enough.

He absentmindedly lapped at the blood on his fingers as he watched you watch whatever silly little show was streaming tonight. These moments together made him feel almost human. Almost. He wasn't human, nor would he ever be. He just enjoyed watching you live. It was strangely calming. Well, for him, that is. If you ever found out about his presence, you'd probably lock your windows like the rest of Falbrook's residents did. Strange. That stupid train of thought made his heart ache.

He slurps the rat's tail into his mouth and suckles on it. He lowers himself down onto his hands and knees, almost missing the sight of your oblivious form. He crawls over to your front porch and sits on his haunches. He lowers the rat down onto your welcoming mat. He just stares down at it as the beige colour of the mat slowly turns a murky red. He didn't know why he felt compelled to offer you the little gift, but he did. For some reason, it made that ache in his chest go away.

He doesn't stop with just the singular rat. Oh no, he makes certain to gift you something every night he stops by your house. Rabbits, squirrels, and a bird or two. He was spoiling you. Spoiling his.. his mate. No, no, you weren't mates just yet. But you would be. He would court you good and proper, then you'd have to accept his little cryptid heart.

Autumn soon turned to winter and Calx was still nowhere close to you. He had thought that his little gifts would do the trick, but you hardly seemed to care. If anything, you seemed to dislike them, for he had found a couple tossed aside like they were nothing more than an inconvenience.

He huddles in on himself as he continues to watch you with those big black eyes of his. He was a shivering, desperate mess. He reaches out and claws at your bedroom window. Of course, like always, you paid no mind to the noise.

His other hand closes into a fist, and his long nails dig into his palm. Crimson blood drips from his palm and onto the dusting of snow below him. He was leaving even more evidence of his existence, even if it was just an accident this time.

A needy whine tears through his throat as your bedroom light flickers off. He nuzzles his nose against the cold glass. He wanted to be inside for once. He was sick and tired of just watching and waiting. He had given you gifts, so he had made it clear that he was courting you, so why can't he just come in?

His warm breath fogs up the window as he presses his face against the glass. He watches as you seem to relax on your sheets. He waits for a moment or two more before pressing against the window a little more. He has to fight back another animalistic whine as it opens a crack. You had left it unlocked for him. This was an invitation, right? You wanted him to come in. You were offering the warmth of your little dwelling to him.

He crawls through the open window, pausing as he hears you groan a little in your sleep. Were you cold? He knew he was taking his sweet time in entering your room, but he didn't want to wake you. His beautiful mate needed their rest, after all.

He closes the window behind him with a soft click. He inhales deeply. A shudder runs through his body as your scent fills his nostrils. He had sniffed a tissue or two he had found in your trash before, but this was something else entirely. Everything smelled like you, and he could not get enough.

He crawls over to your bed and sits right below you. He stares at your face, his greedy gaze taking in your features up close. Your lips, your cheeks, even your hair made his heartbeat quicken. He knew he should have eaten you when he first had the chance, but he wouldn't be able to feel like this if he had. You were a weakness, something that a creature like him should have snuffed out, but, fuck, he loved it.

He reaches a clawed hand out and runs a finger down your cheek and along your jaw. You were so soft. The creatures in the forest could never compare to just how soft you were. Not the bear pelts he lined his dwelling with, nor the rabbits when he petted them before consuming them. No, nothing could ever compare to you.

He leans forward and nuzzles his wet nose against your own. He hadn't bothered in cleaning himself up after his meal, so he hopes you won't mind the possum blood that now marks your skin. He just wants to be close to you.

He pulls away and raises himself to his full height. He just stands and stares down at you for a couple more seconds before clumsily climbing into bed beside you. Regardless of your height, his form practically dwarfs your own as he snuggles into your side. He buries his blood covered face into the crook of your neck and inhales. You were so sweet, far too sweet for a creature like him.

His tongue lolls out of his mouth and laps lazily at your pulse point. He had wanted to taste you since he had first set his eyes on you. And, oh, you did not disappoint. He had to pull away almost immediately after, for his urges screamed at him to devour. He couldn't and wouldn't. As monstrous as he may be, he would not consume his mate.

He holds you close against his chest. His forehead lowers to rest on your shoulder as he hunkers down even more. He felt at peace for the first time in his life. The hunger that constantly plagued him seeming to disappear in your presence, his urge to eat you aside, of course.

You were his now. You had disregarded Falbrook's rules of your own accord, so you have to learn to live with your new mate. He won't bite, so long as he can help himself, nor will he leave your side. He was devoted to you, completely and utterly. You left your blinds open, and you forgot to lock your window. You invited him in, so you have to deal with the consequences.

[joyfullyposhing]

I just added this listing on Poshmark: Vintage 1993 Thomas Kinkade Collectible Plate.

[geesevillain]

new series or smth. i'll edit the cw as i go ig.

cw: mdni, gender neutral, yandere themes, mentions of cannibalism & murder, cryptid mating, possibly sexual content, body horror, they're just silly little guys.

The small town of Falbrook was most known for its small and rather unwelcoming community. The people who resided there never left, nor did anyone new ever really move in. May Falbrook have mercy on the poor souls who actually try to move out. Nobody just left Falbrook. No, it wasn't that simple. Once in Falbrook, you could never leave, no matter how hard you tried.

The whispered rumours and stories of creatures beyond mere human comprehension were enough to keep people away. The residents, however, believed in them wholeheartedly. Windows were locked tight and covered completely before the sun went down, which only added to the dreary atmosphere. It was a must, a need, especially in a town like Falbrook.

Of course, if the small town was as bad as it was said to be, then why would you move there? The residents didn't know if they should pity you or hate you for your stupidity. There were warning signs scattered all across town, practically screaming at you to run and never look back. Could you not understand them? Or were you simply too dense to acknowledge them? Regardless, they only viewed you as yet another stupid victim of the town's many happenings.

You should be grateful that they were kind enough to give you what they called a "welcoming book." It was just as welcoming as they were, which was not very, but it held useful information if you actually decided to read it. But, of course, you didn't, did you? You set it to the side, making a mental note to "read it later," and it showed. Why else would you keep your lights on past six or keep your blinds open after the sun went down?

Your idiocy didn't go unnoticed either. The very creatures the book would have warned you about gravitated to you like a moth to a flame. It was like you were screaming at them to come to you and come to you, they would.

Welcome to our small town of Falbrook. Before you get settled in, there are a couple rules that you must know and follow :

《 rule one : keep your windows locked and blinds closed • calx 》

《 rule two : outdoor and indoor lights must be shut off before the clock hits six • cera 》

《 rule three : mirrors are not prohibited anywhere in falbrook • lumen 》

note that any failure to follow these rules may result in, but are not limited to: loss of limbs, loss of one's self, loss of bodily autonomy, or even death.