#Cryptozoologist!reader

[rainyramblesscramble]

I should start posting cryptid!141 x cryptozoologist!reader again

And wildlife rescue!reader

I miss them

[sentientballofpeas]

@artemis-dawn8 I heard you were making a list of gimmick blogs? Anyways, here's some more. (Sorry) (part 1)

@bronzong-detector

@randomcryptidencounter

@tag-list-manegment

@the-scrimblifier

@sm64mario

@girl-detector-detected

@medievaljournalist

@jiji-is-blog

@dadquestions

@daily-your-did-it

@tdorcs

@patricia-nixon-official

@nixon-official

@the-daylight-detector

@post-dragonifier

@definetly-eggo-waffles

@gimmickygimickblog

@kasaneteto-official

@theincrediblytalentedziggy

@post-licker

@dyktvideogamesfx

@colormush

@youtubeminuscontent

@minecraft-out-of-context

@assigning-pokemon

@the-everything-remover

@kyubeys-contract

@gimmick-blog-reviewer

@the-frightening-ghoul

@the-anon-scp-confessions

@amen-break-detector

@miku-detector

@its-target-official

@hells-corprate-officail

@ilookforbubbles

@keke-is-blog

@is-it-the-ides-of-march

@spell-unlocked

@girl-detector-detector

@girl-detector-detector-detector

@dissapointed-by-lack-of-soup

@is-the-post-relliable

@picrew-chainer

@i-say-waa

@penguin-detector

@vowelremover

@worm-on-a-blog

@broadway-official

@tomscottnumber

@for-real-the-sky

@snackgenerator

@lxde-official

@haiku-bot-human-version

@thebabycup

@silly-poll-blog

@jet2-official

@crab-thief

@the-gimmick-pharmacists

@animal-families-tournaments

@diogenes-is-it-a-man

@horse-detector

@identifying-uk-trains-in-posts

@we-love-garlic

@a-silly-poll-side-blog-yay

@google-maps-unofficial

@starmod

@another-gimmick-therapist

@the-gimmick-doctor-real

@rathalloffame

@fool-counter

@shattered-moon-crystalis

@weezer-detector

@reactionimagesdaily

@place-an-ice-cube-on-a-burger

@into-the-timeloop-i-went

@cactus-detector

@detector-of-things

@vote-to-note-ratio

@om-nom-detector

@foreign-planet-chaldeas

@gimmick-unremover

@the-great-old-one

@ratligion-official

@baba-is-blog

@animal-vegetable-or-mineral

@alphabetizing-posts

@your-fave-as-owl

@saltwater-spotter

@the-planet-vulcan

@ask-the-rat

@mother-of-evil-chaos

@tagswoman

@asexual-official

@snailifier

@real-hellstar-remina

@fakenewsfactcheck

@oxygen-officially

@lead-official

@atlanta-city-official

@new-update-s-today

@saivior-pallas-official

@rooksbury-real

@official-rhode-island

@silly-detector

@o-s-t—d-e-u-c-h-l-a-n-d

@contextfreepatentart

@curse-of-gimmick

@in-real-life-moon

@real-yucous-ghe

@through-bats-eyes

@diomena-daughter-of-callisto

@the-real-chipotle

@the-gimmick-cryptozoologist

@useless-catalanfacts

@newsverse-camera-crew

@vortexlabs

@official-crab-posts

@hedgehog-detector

@foxpost-generator

@actually-gort

@phicton-of-grandeur

@mozilla-firefox

@the-gimmick-carpenter

@true-blue-straya3

@ogle-official

@doctor-for-spaceverse-gimmicks

@the-ghost-of-a moons-light

@amalthea-moon-of-jupiter

@whale-shark-detector

@blue-marble-earth

@incomprehensible-deity-of-void

@de-haj-theve

@empire-russia-real

@koenigreich-preussen-real

@denmark-norway-real

@polish-hungarian-cw-real

@a-literal-rat

@major-tom-official

@dude-the-ancient-dragon

@apollohour

@actual-god

@samephotoofswslink

@bell-detector

@wildcard-completionist

@squiddo-but-everywhere

@officially-7-eleven

@spinning-dial-official

@official-blahaj-posts

@o70-anon

@red-rotary-dial

@gimmick-explainer

@polls-everyday

@irrelevant–wikipedia-articles

@why-ask-eve

@satan-official

@post-detector

@jeopardy-evil

@telangana-official

@achievement-g3t

@civillisation-updates

@the-actual-catacombs

@just-a-gravastar

@wormed-hole

@the-narrator-news-network

@the-newest-official

@the-scp-news

@wikipedia

@the-evil-lgbtq-foundation

@girl-detector

@official-norway

@the-officialest-news

@autism-detector

@the-official-news

@windows11-official

@therealgodofficial

@the-gimmick-demonn

@miranda-moon-mira

@brown-dwarf-lover

@added-context-readers

@heraldryandemvlemwars

@things-that-are-not-true

@the-real-new-york

@the-identifier

@decontextifier

@nebula-police

@council-of-nebulae

@aussieaspecforces

@museum-place-of-guys

@the-trappist-1-h

@oort-could-official

@mh-a-day

@scattered-disk

@vocabulary-altering-posts

@the-real-nether

@planet-cubed

@notadwarf

@dysnomia-of-eris

@official-romania-account

@the-mage-of-the-hanged

@shadowbanned-stupid

@gaia-bh1-a

@officially-estonia

@stella-the-bartender

@gaia-bh1-b

@your-fave-had-a-divorce

@centrum-1894b

@milkblackoutpoetry

@the-incorrect-dictionary

@kepler-22b-research-labratory

@network-rail

@polyduces-of-saturn

@haumea-of-wizardry

@cute-simile--gimmick

@spaghetti-o-detector

@i-say-your-mom

@thegimmickexplorer

@unofficial-oviraptors

@femboy-community-notes

@i-assign-dnd-alignments-to-posts

@tethys-for-real

@4-vesta-official

@prospero-official

@neuro-officially

@the-elders-realm

@does-this-require-cynobacteria

@thecoffeeanon

@british-rail

@posts-from-anon

@snomba-has-blog

@snomchievment-unlocked

@posts-without-the-letter-e

@sol-lll-official

@encedalus-totally

@official-graveyard-posts

@hate-anon-but-better

@shitty-sheep

@goo-glart-official

@randomalienencounter

@the-sniffer

@sniffer-of-gimmicks

@achievement-achievement-unlocked

@gimmickthiefthiefthiefthiefthief

@space-is-tasty

@primium-the-planet

@centers-for-disease-control

@inevitable-decay

@voices-of-amora-elzin-and-marisa

@the-ancient-night

@the-universe-itself

@british-rail-official

@meecrosoft-word-art

@national-rail

@the-rain-official

@exoplanet-iras-here

@karl-marx-official

@65803-didymos

@rosette-nebula-real

@helium-5-raidioactive

@helium-3-real

@oganesson-real

@i-hate-same-pic-rick-roll

@youareanidiot-official

@polonium-official

@6th-element

@flourine-9th-element

@officially-plutonium

@bat-detector

@official-answer

@the-asteroid-ida

@official-artifact-stealer

@6-hebe

@hellsite-detective

@umbriel-official

@libra-official

@the-astral-thief

@thephantomrickroller

@the-rat-detector-couple-the-1st

@the-little-bear-in-the-stars

@whiny-bitch-detector

@gliese-436-red-dwarf

@official-planet-of-internet

@ariel-the-imoral-girl-of-magic

@the-ringless-saturn

@idontrateyourposts

@helium-real

@the-delaware-official

@copper-official

@fish-detector-the-second

@thepersonofthewatervase

@which-is-the-very-best

@the-astral-twins

@iapetus-totally

@chixulub-impactor-official

@alhena-gemini

@new-caledonia-anarchy

@the-5th-gas-giant-official

@definetly-not-an-orange-lollipop

@theendlesseris

@is-silksongg-released-yet

@the-official-vine

@pintrest-officila

@cute-aggression-official

@autismswagsummit

@tree-un-detector

@trappist-1-f

@duck-detector

@best-tournament-blog-bracket

@orca-detector-detector

@the-cervantes-system

@ask-time-itself

@the-blahaj

@moon-detector

@detector-detector-squared

@lightkepler

@quaor-official

@the-j1407b

@unofficially-arkansas

@pluto-offical

@the-sol-sun-fr

@x-dot-com-unofficial

@hungry-hungry-blackhole

@blatentmisinformation

@unofficial-saturn

@pea-detector

@the-assigner-of-gimmicks

@constelation-crux-official

@certified-door-posts

@the-friendly-neighbourhood-anon

@flute-official-2

@flute-official

@chapel-hill-nc-real

@totally-durham-nc

@the-grammar-ruiner

@cat-thievery

@dark-matter-official

@the-dwarf-planet-eris

@im-canis-minor

@i-give-olms-to-people

@the-star-mimosa

@truly-pluto

@nutopia-official

@gimmickverse-animation

@totally-the-moon-oculus

@really-a-vampire

@mitros-and-situ

@the-actual-ocean

@all-turtles-are-magenta-actually

@anonymous-real

@the-universe-devs

@real-zoozve

@legit-moth

@sclera-officially

@everyone-must-enjoy

@platonic-solid-finder

@brainfuck-official

@vitreous-officialy

@40-eridani-stars

@axolotl-detector

@irl-loading-screens

@autism-official

@snailspng

@gimmick-knight

@europa-official

@detector-detector

@i-am-a-hammer-head-shark

@list-of-not-ominous-threats

@totally-texas

@northern-fail

@totally-the-real-pices

@isitfridayyet

@useless-polls

@mid-maryland

@wed-bed-behead-your-fave

@the-grammar-fixer

@east-germany-official

@official-stopandshop

@thequeryqueen

@autismfaceinc

@out-n-in-official

@theworseshitpostcaligrapher

@lorax-official

@the-real-dragon-god

@republic-of-cascadia

@irespondbees

@therapist-for-spaceverse-gimmick

@redundant-ominous-threats

@law-of-ominous-threats

@the-real-apple-mail

@gimmick-cannibals

@yeah-im-scorpio

@luxembourg-real

@things-that-are-weezer-blue

@welsh-dragon-official

@hygeia-official

@i-squish-your-fave

@alternia-official

@same-pic-of-a-goose-everyday

@official-state-of-idaho

@totally-etsy

@hoodies-official

@the-bible-translated

@the-haunted-forest

@the-fake-yahoo-mail

@utah-official

@officialscpfoundation

@the-name-gifter

@pokemonbattletournament

@the-smile-foundation

@small-potato

@overstimulation-da-emotion

@not-a-mothman

@official-level-5

@pressxtosetfree

@the-prophet-gimmick

@reallybadblackoutpoems

@totally-legit-brazil-blog

@relevant-mtg-cards

@i-eat-random-stuff

@the-gimmick-secret-agent

@unofficially-grammarly

@the-maybe-real-05-council

@opposum-detector

@the-name-stealer

@planet-of-cataclysm

@post-antonyms

@god-for-real

@other-german-confed-majors

@discord-real

@givingyouarandompathogen

@is-it-super-effective

@official-macula

@trumpet-official

@the-actual-las-nevadas

@wind-turbines-official

@the-real-uranus

@annoying-uwu-anon

@doyoulikethis-videogame-song

@whereisgem

@angry-inc

@idaho-official

@new-york-unoficial

@community-notes-real

@polish-lithuanian-cw-real

@mississippi-official

@officially-monaco

@timefromimage

@useless-walesfacts

@i-eat-your-thumbs

@shark-detector

@keytar-official

@solar-panel-official

@obviously-mojang

@algeria-realy-official

@microbes-in-hats

@hasglavebockenburntdownyet

@sillylittleanon

@the-film-theory

@officially-hungary

@actually-the-ussrs-ask-blog

@tenessee-officially

@rick-roller

@french-horn-official

@not-really-kansas-city

@temporarily-moon-two

@mumbai-official

@stitchposts

@starry-unofficial

@real-boeing-757

@organic-blazing

@the-last-ominous-threat

@05-council-unofficial

@anti-gimmick-thceif

@satan-official-account

@definitley-circle-k

@promise-anon

@officially-lowes

@the-gimmick-criminal

@the-real-planet-x

@the-moon-called-cyst

@spider-colon-3-corp

@official-wales

@gimmick-spy

@kahoot-official

@slurps-soup

@olympia-official-thx

@earth-glitches-always

@i-detect-rickrolls

@country-pride-flags

@the-analyzer

@stare-inc

@official-spellcasting-posts

@iris-gemini-home-entertainment

@solar-system-developer

@suspicious-salmon-handler

@officially-gender

@iku-spotted

@the-greek-chorus

@ratethepost

@gimmick-thief-thief-thieft-hief

@wholesomepostarchive

@official-water-detector

@iris-ghe

@the-void-anon

@the-paper-star-anon

@the-real-atlus-for-real

@official-lichtenstein

@nostalgianemojis

@distress-corp

@the-velvet-room-real

@reverse-poster

@happyinc

@totally-the-uac

@mammalidentifier

@archive-of-days

@mary-bell-radiation-authority

@thevoidofficial

@blog-blocking-service

@the-bitey-anon

@the-paperstar-anon

@the-pointing-anonv2

@scp-trading-card-game

@leprechaun-stealerofgold

@the-gimmick-hospital

@ethics-snom

@the-enchanting-table

@the-gimmick-judge

@firefox-unofficial

@the-gimmick-defence-attourney

@the-real-atlantic-ocean

@scp--096

@scp-05-council

@scp–294

@real-chicago

@real-norwayantarcticterritories

@theprovinceofaspecofficial

@the-magic-vending-machine

@the-missing-gods

@thelostcity-atlantis

@seemingly-random-rants

@the-gimmick-executioners

@galapagos-islands-notreal

@santi-the-theory-guy

@i-am-official-spider

@the-economy

@i-cover-things-in-sand

@officially-triton

@scp-or-dread-power

@voice-in-the-shadows

@kharak-the-skeleton

@evilorcadetector

@orca-detector

@gt-live

@the-gimmick-police

@desmos-calculator

@sirius-a--star

@totally-manilla-phillipines

@really-the-lunar-capital

@sunnyd-seltzer-real

@heavens-angels-official

@the-dust-among-the-stars

@the-official-netherlands

@the-same-moss-everyday

@officialcalifornia

@totally-callisto

@baby-france-very-official

@city-of-london-official

@definitely-zen-browser

@gimmickblog-posts

@covering-posts-in-brachs

@official-bulgaria

@identifying-cellphones-in-posts

@ask-wakling-mushroom

@officially-taurus-2

@official-asexual-posts

@cat-face-inc

@green-anon-real

@ancient-greece-official

@realm-of-clouds

@skull-company

@ancient-india-officially

@cracker-barrel

@arizona-official

@depot-of-homes

@loss-detector

@goose-detector

@washington-official

@official-margate

@disability-submarine-fleet

@thetimelooper

@the-official-church-of-santa

@the-gimmick-oracle

@the-eastern-orthodox-church-3

@sleep-finder

@the-pope-official

@mischief-colon-3-inc

@city-of-chicago-il-real-trust

@earth-updates-today

@skanetrafiken-official

@the-void-unoffical

@actually-titan

@spongebobheritageposts

@im-jesus

@queen-eliz-2

@theme-song-giver

@same-pic-of-fire-everyday

@soverign--state-of-britan

@the-state-of-california

@x3-inc

@stare-into-the-abyss

@evil-apple-mail

@wildoshaviolations

@frown-inc

@neutral-inc

@real-ikea-bag

@radamanthusofficial

@embarrased-inc

@smileinc

@class-dojo-officially

@gimmick-irs

@unofficial-finch-app

@fake-news-real

@mozilla-thunderbird

@greenland-official

@evilmathsuggestions

@actually-cuba

@gimmick-chemist

@email-ensemble

@obviously-luxembourg

@doyoulikethissong-poll

@saturn-official

@finding-lemon-in-posts

@definitely-minnesota

@soviet-state-of-new-york

@iceland-the-official

@proton-mail-official

@the-kingdom-of-sweden

@tomboy-hooters-official

@the-evil-yahoo-mail

@the-real-yahoo-mail

@where-is-moon-big

@gensokyo-officially

@totally-malaysia

@the-real-mexico

@multiverse-anon

@temmie-da-anon

@ocprompts

@tamrockets-wobuffet

@your-fav-isnt-divorced

@musical-posts

@hitboxesonstockimages

@destiel-news-network

@arkansasbutreal

@giant1v1poketourny

@text-colourer

@gimmickbloghunter-hunter

@gimmickbloghunterhunter

@thesaurus-official

@is-this-shakesperean-accurate

@britishcolumbiannosecandy

@ask-paranoia-duo

@whataburger-possibly-official

@city-of-boston-real

@unofficialirs

@i-study-anons

@pizza-hut-official

@thegendertheif

@almost-correct-quotes

@dailypokemoncrochet

@your-dewey-decimal-number-is

@crab-misinformation

@the-nevada

@michigan-the-state

@god-of-s2upid

@evergladesofflorida

@cleveland-city

@columbus-official

@south-dakota-unofficial

@literally-just-a-fish

@canada-official

@the-danny-devito-ifier

@truncated-decachoron

@secretly-a-puca

@lets-play-tag

@reassurance-bucket-everyday

@fuck-garlic

@official-olm-posts

@the-official-uk-of-britan

@europe-official

@radiation-detector-official

@macys-official

@the-ussr-actually

@idaho-official

@evil-maryland

@washington-official-2

@actually-czechoslovakia

@the-russia

@estonia-officially

@officially-latvia

@france-the-third

@newlondon-dweller

@characters-with-garlic-bread

@lubin-official

@lightbulb-the-great

@totally-normal-seal

@secretly-a-goose

@rhode-island-real

@locibarpulo-offical

@official-michigan-posts

@sussex-official

@rate-my-reptile

@therickrolldetector

@im-coles-trust

@isetpostsonfire

@australia--official

@identifying-planes-in-posts

@real-karakalpakstan

@greyhound-official

@fistfulls-of-cilantro

@the-hugger

@chess-rook

@jesus-official

@i-am-the-long-finned-pilot-whale

@the-very-unofficial-ussr

@judas-officially

@an-ordinary-phillipines-official

@the-austro-hungarian-empire

@totally-ironland

@fake-post-archive

@unofficially-screaming

@austria-hungary-bosnia-real

@mythicinc-official

@identifingbirdsinposts

@the-all-consuming

@localairport

@random-askbox-shit

@kentucky-unofficially-official2

@scrubthedaddy-official

@free-post-store

@crabslist

@officially-bavaria

@cat-spotted

@identifying-horses-in-posts

@illinos-no-more-wasps

@the-biter-anon

@searszofficial

@thekingdomofserbscroatsandslovenes

@north-dakota-unofficial

@the-us-navy-official

@hawaii-official

@the-real-liquid-death

@invisible-man-official

@montanaofficial

@fistfulls-of-basil

@marioheritageposts

@am-i-a-crab

@totally-czechosolvakia

@manjaro-official

@official-saxony

@otter-of-chaos-official

@pokemon-cards-hourly

@aromantic-navy

@daily-grian

@tree-detector

@queerslurheritageposts

@biblepercent

@the-real-aromantic-fbi

@homestuck-word-counter

@words-in-the-bible

@quebec-official

@similar-blog-showdown

@argentinium-47

@pdf-official

@diogenes-totally-real

@miku-spotted

@officialtinder

@real-minnesota-state

@the-ottoman-empire-for-real

@the-gimmick-scientist

@the-republic-of-california-fr-fr

@the-real-virginia

@drawing-prompt-s

@beepostsdaily

@louisiana-official

@subway-for-real

@woolworths-the-official

@neru-spotted

@wittywords

@scp-foundation-country

@your-gimmick-has-been-stolen

@the-united-states-justice-system

@jesus-christ-official

@the-real-nevada

@new-mexico-official

@in-n-out-burger-unofficial

@ifitwasediblewouldyoueatit

@bit-sad-innit-bruv

@pngblog

@real-britishantarcticterritories

@theveryofficialgermany

@anti-timeloop-police

@this-much-pink

@the-official-italy

@the-gimmick-reaper

@new-jersey-official

@british-museum-unofficial

@aro-culture-is

@described-posts

@lake-michigan-officially

@kansas-official

@kidnaps-you

@journeys-official

@totally-china-squaredd

@the-only-ontario

@in-the-bible

@hellsite-protiens

@icelandic-slwnderwoman

@the-m-e-a-t

@the-real-o5-6

@a-cats-blog

@i-am-the-crab

@scpfoundation-site19

@aldi-official-australia

@the-first-bank

@south-carolina-detector

@cantheykillmacbeth

@not-in-the-bible

@name-a-man-everyday

@twopartposts

@denmarklandia-official

@real-lego-batman

@quote-tournament

@jesus-holding-your-fave

@in-n-out-officially

@south-carolinia-official

@whereistherealsquiddo

@gay-detector

@replacing-vowels-with-oob

@blue-official

@yourdndstories

@the-memory-restorer

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[rs-hawk]

So Ohio has an Urban Legend called the Loveland frog and it's a giant frog that hangs around the swamps...say a reader got too curious and wanted to learn about it...for science

Ohh yes. I am very familiar with the Loveland Frog. I've never written about anything amphibian like this before so I hope you enjoy this! I did have to do some research though so that’s why this has taken awhile 🙏

You have always been an avid amateur cryptozoologist. It's not like you ever have thought that you would actually find anything, but you have fun, and for the most part it's a harmless hobby. You decide to head to Loveland, Ohio, in search of the supposedly pleasant Loveland Frogman, more affectionately called the “Loveland Frog”.

It’s dark when you creep to the little river he’s said to reside in. To you’re surprise, there’s no one else around. You read conflicting things on the frog, but it seems like the most common is that it’s a man sized frog with human intelligence, or a frog with a man’s body. Either way, it’s weirdly creepy, and almost a bit funny to you. You wander near the river, admiring the sounds of the night and the way the stars reflect off the water.

There’s the sound of splashing behind you, and at first, you pay it no mind. Jumping frogs, little fish, maybe even turtles. It isn’t until you feel something wet and… slimy? grab your arm that you turn around. Towering over you is the Loveland Frog. A hulking creature that you never expected to be real, much less be such an impressive specimen. All kinds of thoughts raced through your mind as you looked over it, it’s hand still curled around your forearm. Most prominent is “How does this thing mate?”

The creature slowly lets go of your arm, looking you over with matched curiosity. It brushes your hair out of your face, softly touching your skin and making croaking sounds at you that you’re unfamiliar with. They’re deep and powerful, vibrating in your chest with how close it is. Then, quite suddenly, it forces one of its slimy fingers inside of your mouth.

You wrinkle your nose at the taste and spit it out, but you’re already feeling the affects. While you can clearly see this thing is a frog, not a toad, the toxins that it must exude from its skin when it so pleases are flooding your brain. There’s a warmth and wetness between your legs that makes you let out an involuntary whimper when you adjust and your pants grind against your core. The creature seems pleased at the sound of your pleasure, causing it to reach out for you again.

You’re so unbalanced on your feet, with your body feeling both too light and too heavy at the same time, that you don’t even care as it leads you to an even more secluded part of the river. You’re back to wondering how something like this could mate. Is there only one? You’re swallowed by darkness as it takes you to a thicket.

The feeling of your clothes being stripped off of you and the cool wind that blows across the river hitting your bare skin makes you hum. The creature lays you down, spreading your legs to gaze at your dripping cunt. That makes you squirm, still present enough of mind to realize that this thing is trying to mate with you, however it does that. Instead of being disgusted though, you can’t help but being curious.

It’s long tongue slides across your clit, making you cry out in pleasure, your button pulsing and throbbing already. It pushes its tongue inside of you, your back arching and whimpering moans escaping your lips as it tongue fucks you to the brink. You’re so close to cumming that when it stops, you start cursing and whining.

That’s when the creature turns you on your back, shoving your face into the dirt. You do little, your body still feeling not like your own. It-he- pushes something thick and long inside of you. You grunt as you’re stretched out, trying to adjust to his size. Then, it starts slowly humping into you, and with each thrust, small objects are deposited into your womb. That’s when you start to squirm and cry out, begging for it to stop. Instead, he curls his hand over your face, forcing his fingers inside of your mouth again.

You’re so high that you slump completely against the ground, now enjoying the feeling of your womb being filled with heavy but squishy eggs. As the creature keeps fucking you into the dirt, you can’t help but clench and cum around his cock multiple times. So many times that you lose count. Finally, he pulls out. You think that it’s over so you let yourself relax, the high making your brain foggy.

However, after a moment, something even larger is stuffed into your used cunt. You moan loudly, grabbing at the grass underneath you. The first frogman walks in front of you, shoving his cock down your throat to feed you the toxin directly as the second creature fucks his cum deeply into you, coating your womb and fertilizing the heavy eggs inside of you.

Your eyes roll back into your head as the toxin makes you even more sensitive, causing you to cum each time the creature inside of you does. You can feel his slick dripping out of you, coating your thighs and the ground under you. Or maybe it’s your own. At this point, you’re not sure.

By sunrise, they both slink off back to the water, leaving you still high and foggy, covered in cum, with a stomach that already looks nine months pregnant.

[ratatouillewastakendammit]

A Human's Touch

Bill Cipher/Reader

Word Count: 3k

“A deal?”

The word felt sour in your mouth, coating your tongue in uneasiness and sliding down your throat to turn your stomach into a grumbling ball of nerves.

Bill nodded with a grin. “Deal, bargain, arrangement, whatever you want to call it! All that matters is that I’m offering you a first class ticket into my very own glorious abundance of knowledge.”

“In exchange for…” You continued, a question encompassing the end of your statement.

Breath lodged in your throat, you waited, the silence barely loud enough to conceal the soft thump of your beating heart.

“You.”

That sure as hell wasn't what you were expecting.

“Excuse me?”

“Just the mind and body. You can keep your soul, I don’t need that silly old thing," He chuckled. “Story short is, I've got a chore that needs handling and I need a physical flesh packet to do it. So, whaddaya say?”

With that tone, one would have thought he had just asked a neighbor for a stick of butter. The absolute ludicrousness of the situation had you scoff. “Absolutely not.”

Clicking his tongue in disappointment, Bill slowly reverted back into his original form, human stature shifting and condensing into that golden triangle. “We’ll see.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mea-”

“But I’ll offer you a compromise. And believe me when I say I don’t offer those to just anybody.” It occurred to you that you had just now realized how his form glowed whenever he talked, each syllable pulsing with spectral luminescence. “I’ll stick around and you can study me. And keep that pretty little meat-suit as a bonus.”

“Why would I… I’m a psychology major, not a cryptozoologist student. Or whatever you would be classified under,” you muttered.

“You’re trying to master the mind, doc. And I guarantee you, there’s no mind as interesting as this one! I’m an enigma, a mystery; and I know that’s something you brainiac types just can’t resist!” His eye began to showcase a myriad of different landmarks and time periods, ranging from the Black Plague to Ancient Rome’s gladiatorial fights. Whether or not he had actually seen or experienced any of them, you weren’t sure. “All I need you to do is find something for me.”

“And what would that be?”

With a snap, a short stack of papers fell into your arms. “Just a silly old landmark, really. That’s where I’m trying to go, but I’ll find my puppet in the meantime.”

Every sheet was marked with numerous pictures of what looked like ancient architecture, each matched with a corresponding set of coordinates. Save for the one at the bottom, the structure appearing to be a crude drawing next to a row of question marks.

A puzzle.

“Want a trial run?”

You glanced up at him in question.

“Give me ten seconds inside that head of yours to show you what you’re missing out on. I promise you won’t regret it.”

Curiosity tugged at your chest, the sting strong enough to overshadow the warning bells going off in your brain. “Ten seconds.”

“Cross my heart.” He held up a hand, fingers wrapping around one another to bind the promise between voice and flesh.

Every fiber of your being was begging you to back away from the cliff side, mental voices pleading for a retreat to where it was safe; predictable.

They clamored with one another, a chorus that had been overwhelmed with singers, each vying for your attention to create a symphony of disorder. Their call jerked at your sense of logic, slowly drawing your feet further and further away from the overhang.

Then you jumped.

“Okay.”

The word had barely left your lips before you began regretting it, but the complete and utter feeling of turbulence over washing your perception left no time for remorse. It was like your consciousness had been yanked back through eyes that you couldn't open, the mortal realm as you knew it shadowed in a blanket of pure ebony.

But then, in a single beat, everything changed.

You were falling.

No.

That definitely isn't it.

Warmth prickled at your limbs, now buoyant and hovering weightlessly, like your entire body had been submerged into a pool of water. Liquid air embraced you, floating under your clothes and gently tugging the fabric upward. Loose strands of your hair did the same, the levity tender and benign enough to leave no pain. The peacefulness swimming throughout your form was enough to distract you from the complete lack of somatic bodily sensations, whether it be the fading ache on your thumb from the hangnail that had been picked off yesterday or the beat of your heart.

The woven veil of darkness was lifted from over you, senses freed from its blinding threads and allowing you to look around.

A silken sky encased you from every angle, shades of purples and blues colliding with the black. They welcomed one another happily, hues binding together to form a tapestry of radiance. Clusters of stars, each blooming with its own spectral iridescence, were splattered across the galaxy.

You reached out, tiny celestial bodies caressing your outstretched fingers and tickling at the skin. One drifted closer, quiet glow reflecting on the palm of your hand.

Up close, you noticed that it wasn't just light, but an image was molded in its bright center.

A cabin in the woods, both covered in snow like powdered sugar, flickered within the orb. Firelight could be seen from inside, warm reds and oranges colliding with the stark white flakes still falling around the scene.

The lodge, although you couldn't see, would have been scented like hot chocolate and had a brightly lit Christmas tree in the middle of the living room.

Small waves of memories washed over you as the minuscule sun slowly started to hover away. You could have sworn that you heard laughter, a little girl's, as it escaped from your hold, joining its clustered constellation of a family.

You reached out once more, fingertips gracing another star as you were submerged in the sound singing and the smelled of birthday cake.

Then you blinked.

And it was gone.

"So, whaddya think? Pretty neat, huh?" You jumped at Bill's voice, eyes readjusting to the harsh lighting of your dorm room. The muted thump had returned to your chest, organ beating rapidly from the sudden change.

"What was that?"

"I like to call it the Mindscape." He pressed a small, black finger against your temple. “A metaphysical representation of your mind.

Your bed frame rocked as you flopped down in shock. "And you can just do that whenever you want? With whoever you want?"

"And so much more than that."

"It's..." You raised an arm above your head, imagining those twinkling lights swirling through your fingers once more. "It's incredible."

"So, does that sway you or what?"

You sat up, quiet unease weighing in your chest. "Why me? We both know that there's a lot of people out there who would've taken that deal. So, why stick around?"

Bill raised both of his arms, the closest he might ever get to a shrug in the form lacking shoulders. "Why not? You were the one who shook my hand, so you’re basically stuck with me until I find someone else interesting enough to use. Besides, I enjoy imparting some wisdom to you mortals every few millennia or so."

The response wasn't genuine, at least, not completely, of that you were almost positive. There was the idea of something more that was underlying the pleasant message and honeyed promises, something that you would become trapped in, unable to dig your way out once you actually knew you were being buried alive.

But you had already jumped.

What's the harm in just letting yourself fall a little longer?

"Hand me the papers."

⭒⋆△⋆⭒

It had been two days since you had found Bill.

Two days since you had agreed to aid in his search.

And exactly forty-six hours since you had realized how utterly annoying he could become.

He was like a power hungry toddler, whizzing around your room and rifling through every drawer, shelf, and cubby in interest. He followed you around almost everywhere, whether it be to the nearby vending machine or your school’s computer lounge.

And that definitely wasn't the worst of it.

"Can you... can you maybe leave? Or at least, like, turn around." you had asked yesterday, a set of pajamas hanging over your arm as you attempted to change.

"You really think I can't see under there?" He cackled as a harsh warmth spread over your cheeks. "If you really wanted, I can look all the way down to your nervous system. Pretty cool trick if I do say so myself.”

"Perv."

“Ha! You wish, toots.”

There were random blocks of time, those you cherished near and dear to your heart, where he would randomly just disappear, popping out of existence to somewhere you honestly did not care to know about.

Such as the afternoon the day before, when you had been left to mercifully sleep passed the ‘pm’ to your heart's desire.

This morning, however, you had been plucked from the beautiful darkness with that vexingly flat tone.

“You’re a pretty mumbly sleeper. Get nightmares or something?”

Jumping up with a yelp, your body had slipped from those bewitching silk sheets, plummeting to the floor with a groan.

You had never been more thankful for opting to stay in your dorm over break, the interaction with any other sentient being besides the therapy cat kept in the campus library probably would have sent you straight over the edge.

Still, his presence was the slightest bit comforting, if you harnessed every bit of patience in your being. Especially since you had the more-than-slight inkling that it wasn't exactly his personality, but the enjoyment of tormenting you that brought upon the constant irritant.

If you just ignored him, he would calm down.

And surprisingly, he did.

But not by much.

"I'm just saying, if you're having bad dreams, I could fix that up real quick." Bill flew over to your desk side, papers strewn across the wood grain. "Are you even listen-"

"Done."

"You're finished." The response was less an assured statement than it was a question waiting to be affirmed.

"Yep. The other nine structures make an almost perfect pentagram, so the tenth should be right..." you tapped a finger against the map, brightly highlighted 'x' filling in the gap. "here."

One giant eye blinked back at you, watching as you tossed the notes aside and pushed your chair back.

"Where are you going?"

"To bed." If it wasn't two in the morning, you might have worded the retort more politely, but among the tiny grains of energy left in you, there was hardly enough to care. Still, you offered a small smile of remorse as you slid under the covers, blue light illuminating your dorm room.

Fingers gliding across your keyboard, your eyes flit from cover to cover, accessing your options before confirming your choice with a click. Bill watched you work, silently hovering to your side as you grabbed a pillow to prop your laptop up with. The soft periwinkle coating your features abruptly turned to black before slowly fading to a deep red, title screen showcasing the Paris catacombs loading in.

You picked up your recently formed companion from the corner of your vision. "It's a horror movie. You actually might like it, being, ya know... Which sounds a lot more offensive when I say it out loud."

He didn’t seem to mind or even notice as he floated next to you, oversized sclera and snakelike pupil reflecting the events playing out on the monitor. As the minutes ticked by, he levitated inches closer, finding residence on your left shoulder. At first, you thought of swatting him away, but ultimately paid no attention as the creature settled in next to your collarbone, stamina properly depleted from a day of nonstop work.

It was fascinating to watch, or to listen might be a more accurate term, how Bill reacted to the film, chaotic cackle ringing out anytime a character was injured or met their untimely end. You noted how he particularly enjoyed when suffering, specifically that of which was emotionally traumatic, was involved, such as when one of the individuals got sucked into a burning car and ended up buried alive within the span of two minutes.

It was spine tingling, sure, but interesting to view nonetheless, especially coming from someone who had been oddly engaged in serial killer cases from age fourteen. You found yourself silently analyzing every snarky comment, chuckle, or declaration about how he could have done better rather than actually paying attention.

According to him, falling down a well and breaking your neck was ‘boring’ and getting beaten with a rock to death was ‘uninspired.’ Both statements were extremely concerning, but clearly not alarming enough to keep your eyes open for long. Mental fatigue plagued your mind, infesting your questions with a soothing fog until sleep finally claimed you.

Your spector was gone by morning.

Sunlight streamed through your blinds, bright gleam marking your room with its fractured motif. You slipped from the comforting warmth of your sheets with a yawn, rolling your neck around and ushering away those tiny pops from hours of unuse. Despite the moderate sluggishness weighing down your limbs, you were quite surprised at how good you felt.

Nightmares had always been fairly regular for you, whether it be something as mildly mundane as being late to class or as distressing as being chased by an axe wielding maniac. 

Like it or not, Bill had been right; you were a stressful sleeper.

Over the years, you had slowly habituated to the dreams, not allowing those ghosts of visions to haunt you too much through waking hours. Regardless, it was hard to shake the ickiness brought upon by those particularly stirring visions, especially when the rest of the world was dead, that dreadfully lonely feeling only empowered by the darkness and silence surrounding you. Every once in a while, you would jolt awake, sweat coating the edge of your brow as you willed your heart to slow, forcing uplifting scenarios into the forefront of your train of thought.

Even when it wasn't a nightmare, there was almost always something. Maybe a sporadically flash of colored light or recollection of something weeks ago. In fact, a dreamless evening almost always meant a lack of sleep.

However, this seemed to be the complete opposite. 

But you definitely weren’t complaining. 

Rifling through the minifridge beside your bed, you flipped through various breakfast options, determined to start a morning off on the right foot for once. You had just settled on a plastic box of leftovers as a sharp snap sounded right next to your ear, causing you to jump and smack your head on the microwave above. 

A string of curses shot out as you waited for the throbbing to subside. You caught a glance at your triangular shaped companion, who seemed less than apologetic at the frightening entrance as he made himself at home on your bed. The suspicions were deemed correct as he shifted into a human seconds later, if the haughty grin gracing his features was any indication.

“I thought you left,” you sighed.

“Can’t get rid of me that easy,” he replied, watching while you worked to heat up your food. “I was just checking in with some friends nearby.”

‘You’re basically stuck with me until I find someone else interesting enough to use’

Well, dammit.

“I guess we can get started then.” Moving to take a seat by your desk, you noticed the slight twinge of surprise tugging at his brow. “You said you’d let me study you. I don’t have anything to do for the next two weeks anyhow.”

“Ask away. I’m an open book.”

I doubt that

“So, what were you doing again?”

Your new patient rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed at having to repeat himself. “Visiting old friends, just to let them know of my fabulous return to society.”

Very vague; great

“Were they human?”

“Ha! As if I would ever consider one of you pea-brained meat sacks a friend! Besides, you guys die way too quickly to make a difference anyway. Do you know how many puppets I’ve had to replace because they keep kicking the bucket?”

“Oh… I’m sorry about that.”

Incredulousness soaking his tone, he scoffed. “I don’t need your sympathy. Those geezers were basically getting ready for the grave by the time they were in a cradle.”

Honestly, the statement made sense. If you really thought about it, people had begun the slow process of expiration the moment they had their first breath. Still, the way Bill phrased it gave you the idea that he thought about his own mortality, or immortality, as completely different from someone of your own species.

“So, uh, how old are you then?”

“Older than you could count, doc,” he replied, getting comfortable with his arms propped behind his head.

“And how does that make you feel?” You pried. “Knowing that most of the allies you make will die before you even really notice they’re there.”

He cracked open what you believed to be his good eye, though you weren’t exactly sure whether or not he could see out of the black one. “Perfect, obviously. I couldn’t care for you guys if I even tried. Let’s move on to the less stupid questions.”

You frowned. “Fine. Is your name actually Bill? I mean, no offense, but it seems just a tad bit anticlimactic for a supernatural entity like you.”

“Nope. But you wouldn’t be able to pronounce the real one.”

“Where were you born? Did you have a family or-”

“Oh, come on. I thought this was going to be interesting.” He jumped up, moving over to where you were sitting and motioning to the laptop still on your bed. “Let’s get down and dirty, into the fun stuff.”

A patience-capturing breath raddled through your lungs. You slipped around him to grab the computer, trying to ignore the way your pulse sped up in nervousness at the close proximity. “Alright. What would you like to talk about then?”

Excitement flashed in his eyes. “Let me show you.”

[ineffable-rohese]

Way back in May 2024, I started writing some smut about a pair of predators in heat... I was expecting teeth and claws and blood and rawr. Which, I got, but mostly? They wanted to cuddle and nap together.

And honestly, that's also predator accurate.

Anyway, they're in love. And also in heat.

Something in the Air

E, 12k, 4/4 (NOW COMPLETE)

Warnings for lycanthrope sex and eggs/breeding.

Excerpt:

It was so rare to smell anything new up here, where only a handful of types of creatures found a comfortable life. Sometimes in the summer, biologists or cryptozoologists or mountaineers would pass through bringing scents of the latest technologies, or a bird would get confused in its migration. But never in the winter.

The scent was that of must and incense and damp greenery and wet stone. A jungle scent here in the high mountains. It prickled something in her mind and made the fur down her spine rise in caution, as if scenting an enemy. But there was also a sense of comfort and excitement that said friend, pack, even mate...

No, that was just her impending oestrus talking. Everything seemed like a potential mate at this time of year.

Shameless tagging: @scullyphile @quoththemaiden @queer-reader-07 @ineffabildaddy @eybefioro @bowtiepastabitch @amagnificentobsession @malachitegrey @adverbian

[jinisnuggets]

✧.* 11 𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘

PAIRINGS | Vampire! Killer! Sunwoo x Cryptozoologists! Fem! Reader

GENRE | Vampire Au, Angst, Fluff(ish)

WORD COUNT | 2.3k

SYNOPSIS | What happens when multiple series of death happen at the same time, all with different motives and zero connection between the victims. Most people would blame an organization; but your team blames something… a little more otherworldly.

WARNINGS | Mentions of death, unnatural cases, a bit of blood, crime scenes, swear words(ish)

NETWORK | @deoboyznet @starlit-network @k-library

A/N | It took me a while along with a lot of postponing, but this is my submission for @deoboyznet boyz who bite event. It isn't my best work at all, a bit lazy but it will due :D

“Y/n! What do we do with them?”

You stared at the body which laid on the floor, unsure of how to respond to your colleagues.

The police had called your team because this case looked unnaturally gruesome, something that didn't look like the work of a human due to the extent of it. You were put in charge for the moment; though you weren't the main boss.

“Bring them to the lobby for now. It'd be important to bring them in for investigation.” you finally responded, seeing your coworker nod in understanding and run over to those in charge of caring for the corpse.

You sighed, turning around and spotting Chanhee approaching you, clipboard in hand.

Choi Chanhee was one of the newer guys; he was in charge of concluding what monster everyone should be expecting in a certain situation based on any small clues he could find; this was actually his first serious case.

“Whatcha find?” You asked informally, seeing him chuckle as he took a spot right next to you.

“I found a couple things on the body, such as two bite marks on their neck and multiple stains of unidentifiable blood covered fingers on walls. It seems like whoever, or whatever did this knows that they won't be in police systems.”

You stared at his writing, nodding in response.

“Right so-” before you could finish your question he shushed you with an undeniable confidence. You held your laughter, trying to remain professional, but to be completely honest you thought it was adorable.

“Vampires are the most likely cause.” He stated, making you second glance all the gathered clues and nod.

“It'd make sense; the two bite marks and fingerprints seem to add up.” you started, scanning the room for any other missed clues that had yet to be discovered. You glanced back to see him slowly walking forward, you followed him shortly after.

“However, I also found that the fingerprints carried a certain detail that could prove helpful in our investigation. I took some time to study the previous records that we have on various creatures, and found a seemingly repetitive pattern for vampires. All of them have this certain mark on their finger that they receive depending on their vampire age. The older the vampire is, the bigger and more evident the mark will be.”

He approached a stained wall, locating the mark and allowing you to inspect it.

“Judging by this mark; it appears this vampire is quite young, appearing to only age around 15-25 years old.”

You glanced back at him.

“You found all of this just by looking at a fingerprint?”

He chuckled awkwardly, nodding his head in response. How could such an important factor go unnoticed? Was all you could bring yourself to ask, not out loud, but it was still a worthy question.

“Alright then, best go talk to a superior on this new discovery. You better teach us about this age telling mark.” You said with a tease, watching him grin before nodding.

“Y/n!” A voice called from afar. It was Juyeon, who had been jogging towards you while holding a folder.

“What is it?” You asked, seeing him hand over the folder full of files.

“Your husband… Kim Sunwoo is here to pick you up.”

“What!?”

Chanhee and Juyeon looked over at you with a confused expression. You shook your head to snap out of your transe and decided to accept it.

“Not sure why he decided to do so in a time like this but alright.”

Glancing around, you called out and decided to put Jacob in charge. He was the better option between everyone in the crowd.

Waving goodbye and making your way outside; stepping over the ‘crime scene’ tape as you approached your husband.

“What important event is it today that you had to pick me up early?” You asked teasingly, watching him look up from his phone to return that teasing gaze.

“Forgot our anniversary?”

Your expression immediately dropped as you scrambled for your phone, watching him burst out laughing as the screen lit up and showed a different date.

“I'm kidding.”

“You jerk.” You responded with a laugh, placing your phone back inside of your pocket before looking back up at him who was leaning down to plant a small kiss on your forehead.

“Hey now, that’s a bit rude.” he chuckled teasingly, earning a mimic from you as he walked over to the driver side door. You entered the vehicle and felt the car go into drive. You simply stared out the window as he drove off; the small restaurant which had become a crime scene vanished out of sight.

Far too focused into your own thoughts, you spoke without much of a thought.

“Sunwoo… do you believe in monsters? All those creatures we hear and see in movies and novels?” You asked in a low voice that expressed your exhaustion.

He hesitated for a moment, stopping at the next red light and relaxing back on his seat for a moment as he remained silent. He sighed, “There must be something out there.” he muttered, almost to himself as he leaned back up upon the once red light becoming a bright neon green.

“Something you discovered at work?” He questioned, to which you nodded, not moving your gaze from the window and continuously staring at the outside.

It wasn’t supposed to be said, but Sunwoo was your husband and you practically told him everything that was meant to be kept secret from anyone outside of those in the organization.

“A new body was discovered. Police say that the murder must have taken place sometime around the early hours of the morning.” you groaned, watching him glance at you through the rear view mirror and nod.

“So many new cases of late; have you ever thought they all may be connected?” he questioned, watching you glance over back at him and nod knowingly.

“We have, but it seems that the culprits are all different people and none of the victims seem to be closely related. I suppose the motives should be different as well.”

He didn’t say much after that, simply listened and offered to buy you fast food; and well, you didn’t ask him to say much either, afterall it was a situation between you and your colleagues; something between you and your job.

—-----------

Sunwoo approached the doorway, wiping the red off of his cheek and slipping into the warmth of his jacket; knocking on the door and waiting for the person on the other side.

The door opened slowly and cautiously.

“Sunwoo? How the hell are you walking around like that?” He said, being quick to drag him into the room.

“Don't overthink it.” Sunwoo reassured, entering the small and cozy living space and taking a seat on the couch. “I was cautious when making my way over here.”

“I surely hope you were.” He muttered, breathing a sigh of relief as he passed Sunwoo a black towel to clean himself.

“So what have you been up to Eric?” Sunwoo said casually, earning a reaction from Eric as he immediately turned due to his nonchalant attitude.

“That's what I would like to ask you. What did you do?” Eric redirected, brewing some coffee and taking down 3 mugs from the cabinets above.

Sunwoo stared before sighing and smiling to himself. “I’m not sure if I should-”

“Sunwoo?”

He turned around to the sound of his name, smiling upon seeing Eric’s roommate, Haknyeon, who was coming out of the shower and drying his hair with a towel.

“What happened to you?” He asked, unsurprised by Sunwoo’s current state and messy appearance.

“I'd like to talk about it; but before that let me take a shower. If I returned home like this I'd earn a concerned stare from Y/n.”

Eric and Haknyeon nodded in understanding, Eric's eyes softening upon the mention of his friend's soulmate. Sunwoo walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

***

They all sat in the living room, warm coffee in hands along with small store-bought muffins and pastries. Both Eric and Haknyeon refused to look away from Sunwoo, staring at him until he finally decided to speak up.

“Alright, alright.” He chuckled, placing his mug down and reaching out for a small plate.

“You don't need to speak up, we're just curious.” Eric added, to which Sunwoo shook his head.

“No worries.” He reiterated.

Haknyeon and Eric listened intently, taking a couple sips from their coffee's and paying attention to every word he spoke. Though at first disagreeing they eventually agreed and let go of the entire situation.

—-----------

You stared in confusion, seeing their uneasy stares.

“Please take a look.” He said, making you take the envelope from his hand and stare down at it.

In the envelope, there were multiple photographs of the crime scene from the previous day. At first glance there isn’t anything particularly wrong with them; it wasn’t until closer inspection that you noticed the figure who lingered in the back of the photos. All except one.

“Who is that..? You stuttered, seeing them take glances at each other before shaking their heads.

“We were hoping you would know that...” Jacob replied, the small bit of hope in his voice fading into an abyss of emptiness.

As if on cue, Chanhee walked into the room. His curiosity had gotten the better of him and he decided to check what the sudden commotion was about; heart dropping upon hearing the news of the mysterious person in the back of the captured pictures and almost quitting right then and there.

“This doesn't make sense. Vampires don't appear on pictures. They can't appear on pictures..!” Chanhee exclaimed, making you all glance at him realization.

He was right. Vampires and many other mythical creatures don't appear on photographs due to the fact that they aren't exactly alive; they aren't technically real.

Jacob and Hyunjae tried to reason, maybe it was one of your people though it was highly unlikely. Juyeon stayed silent, although you knew it was just him trying to make himself feel better about the entire situation. You on the other hand, took the time to analyze the photo better, the body shape seemed oddly familiar to you.

“If there was someone else there; I'm confused as to how they went unnoticed.” A voice spoke from the doorway.

You all turned around, coming face to face with Kevin who stood in the entryway of the room. Hyunjae’s face lit up by the entrance of the familiar face; feeling better to see someone reliable and different.

“Or how they got passed the cops who were positioned outside on that manner.” Jacob added, his voice of fear being replaced by annoyance.

However, you remained silent as they all argued, and for that left the room without saying another word. This was more than just a vampire case and you knew it. It was a case of some sort of betrayal.

—-----------

You laid in bed, being joined by your husband soon after who laid beside you, taking you into his embrace and cuddling you, pressing multiple lazy kisses up to your temple.

“Long day?” He asked in a comforting voice.

“Doesn't matter right now.” You smiled, feeling his lips plant another small peck onto your forehead. His breath was shallow, low and solacing; bringing you a relaxing sensation that drifted you off into a deep state of unawareness.

You didn't know what happened next, you fell asleep.

5:27 A.M.

Sunwoo wasn't by your side.

He was gone, vanished from sight..

You waited for a couple seconds, thinking he might've gone downstairs to get a cup of water from the kitchen; but as the minutes went by, you started to discriminate that thought furthermore.

Lifting yourself from the bed, you made your way to the closet, taking out a jacket and finding the arm holes to slip into, zipping up the zipper and finding the door inside of the dark room. Your walk down the stairs was careful, your mind felt like it had been in a dream-like state, which made it difficult to concentrate when you found your shoes next to the door.

It took you a moment before you registered the feeling of the outside wind brushing up against your cheek, hair flowing by the cold air, moonlight shining inside of the house and illuminating the dark space.

“What are you doing awake?” He said, walking inside yet keeping the door open to allow the midnight air to enter of the enclosed area.

“I would ask you the same question.” You said with unintended seriousness that caused him and his stomach to turn.

“I just went out for a walk-”

You shook your head, he was lying once more and this time you wouldn't stand by it. You felt your throat tighten, in a tenseness that you found yourself unable to describe.

“Blood. It's on your shirt.”

Your mouth said it before your eyes had noticed. He looked down and glanced back up, eyes an unsettling red color that hadn't been there before. Something that only appeared now.

“Right.” He agreed, nodding casually at your words as if it was normal to be carrying around a shirt full of red stains.

You knew now,

Vampires were a very real thing.

Something so real that they shouldn't be second guessed. The way humans don't second guess another human's existence.

But vampires weren't the worst of creatures, at least not all of them. There were definitely worse things on this planet; worse stuff than blood sucking monsters who were on the constant look out for a fresh meal.

But some didn't feed off of human blood, others straight up hated it, it was different for everyone. Vampires had their own taste and likes, just like humans did. In fact, humans and vampires were species of similar kind.

Both held similar complexity, and strived to survive from everyday dangers. If any creature had the chance of blending in almost flawlessly with a human crowd, it'd be a vampire.

And of course, finding out your lifetime partner’s secret couldn't be helped. It was an obvious shock, but you learned to accept it everytime you remember his vivid words that night, reaching out his hand to bring you into the night sky with him.

“Will you join me?”

[rosefilledpiano]

New to this

Hello!! My name is Judas. Jude for short. I'm 17, and part of the LGBTQ community. (Aromantic and genderfluid). I'm an aspiring cryptozoologist, but I enjoy writing. I'm on here to practice writing, so please send in a request if you'd like. I don't have many boundaries, as long as it isn't incest, non-con, or pedophillia. I'll be writing for the fandoms under the banner.

Heroes of Olympus

Perseus (Percy) Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Grover Underwood

Luke Castellan

Thalia Grace

Nico Di Angelo

Clarrise La Rue

Will Solace

Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano

Jason Grace

Piper McLean

Leo Valdez

Hazel Levesque

Frank Zhang

Apollo/Lester papadopoulous (idek)

Sally Face

Sal Fisher

Larry Johnson

Ashley Campbell

Todd Morrison

Travis Phelps

Lisa Johnson

Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun

Yashiro Nene

Hanako-Kun (Amane Yugi)

Kou Minamoto

Mitsuba Sousuke

Tsukasa Yugi

Sakura Nanamine

Natsuhiko Hyuuga

Aoi Akane (male??)

Akane Aoi (female?)

Yako

Hunter x Hunter

Gon Frecss

Killua Zoldyck

Kurapika

Leorio Paradinight

Alluka (platonic)

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Ouran Highschool Host club (I forgot the last names, so I'll have to make it work)

Tamaki

Haruhi

Kyoya

Hikaru

Kaoru

Honey-Senpai

Mori

Gravity Falls

Dipper Pines

Mabel Pines

Grunkle Stan

Stanford

Wendy

Soos

School Bus Graveyard

Ashlyn Banner

Aiden Clark

Ben Clark

Tyler Hernandez

Taylor Hernandez

Logan Fields

The Night and It's Moon

Nox

Amaris

----- (This is my own little series I've dreamed up. Requests are accepted and encouraged. I need help creating the title name, though. So after a few chapters, I'll need recommendations. Here are the characters so far.)

Enid Wright

Rubi Lawrence

Selene Aedes

Liam Hernandez

Aries Deam

Tyler Aedes

Sammy Deam

That's all for the moment. I'll be writing x readers, smuts, etc. Please request something soon! Thanks for reading this far!

[connectparanormal]

Are Dinosaurs Still Alive Review

This essay explores the fascinating but highly speculative notion that non-avian dinosaurs might have survived into the modern era, existing as cryptids such as Mokele-mbembe, the Loch Ness Monster, and other legendary creatures. The writer presents a thorough overview of dinosaur history and the mainstream scientific consensus on their extinction, juxtaposed with tales and theories about their possible survival in remote parts of the world.

The essay is well-structured, beginning with a general discussion of why dinosaurs capture our imagination and moving into a detailed account of their evolutionary history, the catastrophic events that led to their mass extinction, and the subsequent rise of birds as their only surviving lineage. This sets a solid factual foundation before delving into the more controversial and speculative claims of living dinosaurs.

One of the essay's strengths is its balanced approach. The author presents both sides of the argument: the established scientific viewpoint and the speculative theories of cryptozoologists and certain enthusiastic laypeople. This includes a well-reasoned discussion on the lack of solid evidence to support the existence of these cryptids and the ecological and biological challenges that would face any large, air-breathing creature attempting to remain undetected for millions of years.

However, the essay could be criticized for not critically analyzing the reliability of the sources and evidence presented for cryptid sightings. While it does mention the lack of scientific validation, it could delve deeper into why these tales persist despite the overwhelming scientific evidence to the contrary. This might include more discussion on the psychological and cultural factors that fuel these persistent legends and the role of media in perpetuating these myths.

Additionally, the essay touches upon an interesting concept that while non-avian dinosaurs are believed to be extinct, birds are technically their living descendants. This point could be expanded to explore more about how birds continue to provide valuable insights into dinosaur biology and behavior, thus indirectly keeping the legacy of dinosaurs alive in scientific research.

Overall, the essay is engaging and informative, offering a comprehensive overview of a captivating topic. It effectively captures the reader's imagination while providing a critical look at the claims of dinosaur survival. The narrative appeals to both the scientifically curious and those intrigued by the mysteries and romance of unexplained phenomena. Despite its speculative subject matter, the essay maintains a commendable level of scientific integrity and skepticism.

[bizarrebazaar13]

Aria Carmichael

Aria Carmichael (she/her) is a 26-year-old former astronomer who studies the stars, the Correspondence, and poisons. She does not have many friends, but she enjoys the company of a few tomb-colonists, including Lettice the Mercy. She is most often found either in Watchmaker’s Hill or the University.

Her study of poisons is mainly focused on Prisoner’s Honey and its more potent varieties. Her preferred method of murder in Hearts’ Game is poisoning the air with Correspondence sigils and lead fumes, but poison-tainted honey works just as well.

Aria is a skilled writer, but she rarely publishes the results of her studies. The University tolerates her presence, but she is not allowed to teach classes, and the students in her lab often go there as a last resort. Many faculty members wonder why she is even allowed to have a lab- rumor has it the Provost is too afraid of her to take it away.

Aria Rose Carmichael was born on June 20, 1876, in Oxford, England. Her mother, Martha, died when she was only four, and her father, Laurence Carmichael, married Edith Burton a year later.

Laurence was a bookbinder, and his passion for books was passed on to his daughter. It was a star atlas in his bookshop that sparked Aria’s lifelong love of astronomy, which was encouraged by Edith. Edith and Aria were close throughout Aria’s childhood, and Edith was the one who taught Aria to play the violin.

Aria entered university at the age of seventeen, to study astronomy. Laurence and Edith both believed she would return home and marry soon after finishing her studies, but Aria never did. She got a taste of knowledge beyond what her father’s books could offer her, and she knew she could never be satisfied with anything less ever again.

She kept to herself for the most part, and though she took an assistant teaching position after finishing her degree, she had no real friendships among the faculty or her students. Teaching was simply what allowed her to live on the university premises and saved her from marriage, it was never her real calling.

When Aria was twenty, she met an Italian physics professor named Elisa di Bartolomeo. At first, Aria’s attention was drawn to Elisa because she was one of very few other women at the university, but the two of them soon developed a close friendship. Elisa seemed to genuinely enjoy Aria’s company, and the feeling, Aria was surprised to find, was mutual.

They became lovers five months after their first meeting. Their relationship had to remain a secret, but it was the happiest Aria could ever remember being.

Elisa was murdered on August 17, 1898.

Aria was immediately intrigued by the Correspondence, and she was undeterred by the University’s resistance to teach the subject. The murder of the Senior Reader was more of an inconvenience to her than anything else, and when she realized she would need a laboratory to help find Elisa’s killer, the decision to frame the Cryptozoologist to save her career was an easy one. The Provost doesn’t openly acknowledge what she did for him, but there is an understanding between them. And he is, rightfully, afraid of her.

She is intrigued by the Dawn Machine, and is trying to track down the woman who designed it. All she has is an alias: June. But she found Scathewick from some flower petals.

She is an Extraordinary Mind.

Aria’s ambition was Nemesis. Elisa was killed after Aria couldn’t afford to pay an anonymous blackmailer who threatened to expose their relationship. Aria began her search for the murderer almost immediately afterwards, and came to the Neath in early 1899.

She killed Scathewick in the Iron Republic, and the experience still haunts her and influences her attitude towards Hell. She also killed the shade of Mr. Mirrors, and killed Mr. Cups in March 1902.

She left a story of loss behind on the Bazaar.

Since Elisa’s death, Aria carries a knife almost everywhere, but she has an aversion to ones made of skyglass.

Aria is an avid player of Hearts’ Game, and has been a frequent sight in the Bone Market ever since beginning work on the Great Hellbound Railway.

Her railway board consists of the Jovial Contrarian, the Implacable Detective, Furnace Ancona, the Dean of Xenotheology, and the Bishop of Southwark. Her railway has reached Jericho Locks, and she supports the Prehistoricists.

Library (in chronological order)

Am I Home?

the color of forgetting

ride out the blackout

Adagio con amore by the wonderful @lord-emerson

Gallery (newest to oldest)

this one by the lovely @neathyingenue

[nunuisancenewt]

Among the weirdest Ideas from the past I have a hard time internalizing people believed ( I’ll mention another one at the end) is the idea of extinction denialism. The textbook understanding of speciation requires an understanding of reproductive biology and genetics that they just didn’t have, and creationism is a perfectly reasonable thing for ancient/prehistoric people to assume, for extinction you just have to believe everyone in a group died and no funny business happened.

Alot of times way this is presented as extremely non ideological ? Like “ they couldn’t have possibly known better, that extinction was possible, and now the Dodo and Steller’s Sea Cow are extinct, but then a-bunch of Dandy Sport-hunters like Teddy Roosevelt invented Conservation, and then Rachael Carson invented the modern Enviromentalist movement , and now dear readers with great knowledge comes great responsibility.”

The Truth is the denial of Extinction was deeply idealogical , It was based in the assumption that all nature from God and angels to Minerals and all the species of life in between, formed a Heirarchal “ Great Chain of Being” ( becoming most formalized in the 1700’s) , and that extinctions would “ break” this chain of being and cause chaos to the natural order.

There is a variation where God can kill of species as easily as he can make them, in particular many extinct animals were assumed to be pre Flood ( eventually this gave way to the idea of multiple floods, and then a debate over the role of rare quick geological events versus constant low-level extinction in faunal turnover, mirroring the debate at the time in Geology over the role of quick major rare events versus constant slow changes in shaping the earth) . But people who fully understood species could be driven locally extinct, including by humans, kept assuming extinct animals must actually survive in some remote corner of the earth, whether pterosaurs in the ocean, giant ground sloths and mastodons further west on the American Frontier, or primitive dinosaurs in some “ primitive and backwards” tropical rainforest full of equally “ primitive” people, ( the last of which is still carried by Young Earth Creationist Cryptozoologists looking for pterosaurs in New Guinea or sauropods in the Congo)

But these people did understand that distinct populations of life could die out, the nobility were preoccupied with producing heirs and maintaining there lineages. And there is a history of recorded genocides going back to the siege of Carthage, including ( the likely entirely mythic) biblical genocide of the Canaanites,

Anyway it is wrong to present the Extinctions of the Age of exploration/ Early Industrial Era as some unfortunate yet inevitable consequence that the sympathetic European colonists could have never seen coming, rather it was an extremely odd belief heavily based in religion and there own anthropocentrism and sense of superiority over all other species, is with a modern eye ( and to some contemporary eyes) inconsistent with there own understanding of local extinctions , weather it was possible to destroy narrower subpopulations, with a major event with there own religious texts, and with the extinction there contemporaries were observing, and was debated even in its own time.

( not that the popular conception of Evolution that replaced it, with inferior life forms doomed to be replaced by fundamentally superior creatures, Including the Vanishing Indian myth ( another idea I have a hard time internalizing people believed, that there were mystically doomed to disappear like an Oracle decried it regardless of wether they are colonized and genocided or not) , was much better, but at-least people today see how it is fundamentally deeply idealogical)

[grayintogreen]

Hey, random question but I saw a Seanan Maguire book in a bookshop yesterday (I think it’s a new one?), and I know that’s your thing, so out of interest would you have any recommendations for starting with her stuff?

OH BOY TRAP CARD ACTIVATED.

I think it mostly depends on what you’re into? Like, she has a HUGE bibliography and every story is different.

Her series are all very worldbuilding heavy, especially the longer ones, so if you want to start with something meaty and like detective novels and fey, the October Daye series is my favorite. Her other long series is InCryptid, which is about a family of Cryptozoologists. (I’ve only read the first two books of this one but I know I love it. I just suck at reading sometimes.)

Her Alchemical Journeys series is releasing its third book this summer, and it’s a weird little series are people who are the personifications of abstract concepts (the first book is about a pair of twins who are the personification of words and numbers; the second is about a couple racing to become the personification of Winter and Summer before the other candidates kill them). The first book (Middlegame) is bar-none my favorite book of hers.

Her Wayward Children series is a good stepping stone for getting into her, as they’re short, easy reads. They deal with the consequences of what comes after a portal fiction story and go into very real, very visceral childhood traumas. They’re both dark and yet very happy at times and honestly probably had the biggest influence on LitMoR.

She also writes sci-fi under the name Mira Grant and my god every science fiction she writes IS HEAVY on the science. Her zombie (Feed) series shows its work on epidemiology and my personal favorite Into the Drowning Deep is HEAVY with oceanography worldbuilding.

I also highly recommend her short fiction. If you have an ebook reader, you can get Laughter at the Academy, which collects a lot of her best works. (Also Final Girls and Invincible are amazing novellas bir are ebook-only.)

Hopefully that helps?? She’s a very eclectic writer and she has a HUGE collection of stories and puts out 3-5 new ones every year.

[rainyramblesscramble]

WAIT. WAIT Y’ALL. OKAY. I WAS GONNA QUEUE THIS ONE FROM NOTES APP BUT I NEED TO POST IT NOW

for those who don’t know (nobody knows lmao) I have a hobby in cryptozoology. Have for years. I WANT A CRYPTOZOOLOGIST READER X CRYPTID!141 AU

if there exists such a thing, I will sell my soul for anybody to point me in the right direction.

if not, I offer this:

Cryptozoologist with a heart Reader x cryptid monster 141. Who, after hearing horror stories of four beasts living in the wild, decides to go out several times to try and get a glimpse. Not to hunt or harm the creatures, but to study. To learn. Observe. Though reader never strikes luck and finds them, they are all keenly aware of reader. Curious about reader, even, who doesn’t trek their wilds seeming to get into a fight. There’s a sort of gentleness to this little human.

Then because I’m awful, other beasts known to inhabit the area cross reader, without the same grace of a wide berth that the 141 gives reader. Of course, leading the 141’s sudden appearance to intercept the danger posed by these rivals (wink wink Graves cryptid anybody?) and saves their little human researcher.

I have so many thoughts on this yall so I’m sorry, you’ll have to suffer with me.

[sleepingdeath-light]

Here's a small list of simping Sunday requests.

(All are with a Transmasculine reader)

1. Remus with a dhampir S/O

2. Dipper with a cryptozoologist S/O

3. Remus in bed hcs (whatever you can think of on the spot)

4. Gaster falling in love with someone from another dimension.

5. Severus with an S/O who actually finds his work in potions interesting.

Go crazy, Sleeps.

-A Common Simp

1 — Remus + Dhampire / Half Vampire S/O

despite what pop culture would say regarding the whole ‘vampire-werewolf rivalry’, remus couldn’t care less about their heritage — after all, it’s not like he has a good enough relationship with his condition for him to care much about his partner’s inhuman side. at most he’d be curious about their biology and would make sure that they had what they needed to take care of themselves without ever risking another person getting hurt (as they would do for him with his potions), but otherwise their relationship would be the same as it would be if his partner was completely human.

2 — Dipper + Cryptozoologist S/O

having a significant other who shares his passion for researching and cataloging the supernatural would be so very important to dipper and, honestly, i can’t see him ending up with someone that isn’t at least interested in the topic of cryptozoology. but having an actual cryptozooligist as a partner means someone who is excited to undergo research and cataloguing with him, and someone who would be able to sit and listen to his tales from his time in gravity falls without losing interest or calling him a liar which is a definite bonus. tldr; he’d love to have an s/o that’s interested in this field!

3 — Remus + One Random NSFW HC

he’s not the most comfortable with being able to see his own body during the act and prefers to either have sex whilst being mostly clothed or while the lights are off. that being said he can happily praise and body worship his partner for hours at a time and will lovingly discourage them from talking badly about the parts of them he loves (yes he knows it’s a smidge hypocritical and he’s trying to get better about it himself, but old habits die hard).

4 — Gaster + S/O from an Alt Dimension

this monster isn’t the most in touch with his emotions and would take a long time (and possibly even the help of toriel) for him to realise that his investment in their well-being and excitement to see them every day has less and less to do with his want to study their biology and learn about their dimension of origin and more to do with his own personal attachment to them. arguably he may not even realise until they’ve started to work alongside him in his lab to figure out a way to send them home and the idea of losing them starts to leave him feeling filled with a heavy and inescapable sort of dread. (the inevitable confession would either come as a result of toriel herself stepping in to help the poor scientist before he lost the best thing that had happened to him in centuries, or right at the last second before they’re sent home after they confess their feelings first — either way it’s a bit of a mess)

5 — Snape + S/O who is Invested in his Work

this would be such a breath of fresh air for him and would be another avenue for them to grow closer as a couple. of course he’s more than happy to teach them what he knows if ever they ask, but either way it’s just nice for him to have someone that’s actually willing and actively listening to him talk about his research and his work — bonus points if they can recite bits and pieces of recipes and side effects he’s explained to them before without prompting, or if they compliment him on his skills as a teacher or as a potion maker in general.

[descendantofthesparrow]

when someone 'suggests' a p2/alt end to a oneshot you had zero plans to continue and its very detailed/clearly they just want someone to write their idea for them

[incorrect-trolls-imagines]

Y/N: It's called cauliflower, not ghost broccoli.

Branch, eyes wide: I know what I saw.

[fekst-fucker]

can i be gettin some Ej, Masky, Toby, or Bloody Painter headcanons with a s/o that is a cryptozooligist but specializes in Mothman stuff? So they go camping and just visit cryptid sites a lot? -Mothman anon

FUCK DUDE MOTHMAN IS MY FAVE

Eyeless Jack:

- he’s 100% insistent that cryptids don’t exist

- “Jack, you’re a demon” “yeah but mothman? Pffft”

- Regardless he’s SUPER curious about the surrounding mythology

- He’s never been one to shy away from horror movies or legends so he wants to know everything about any other scary creature out there

- His favorite cryptid is nessie :)

- Just cause it’s super easy to look at plausible anatomy for it since it’s so close to the description of a plesiosaur, same goes with Bigfoot

- Sure fire way to get him into your cryptid antics is to be like “Jack I’d like to plot out some potential anatomy for mothman :)”

- He’s like hold the fuck up I’ll be right there

- Dumps like a million anatomy books on your desk

- “Okay I studied insect anatomy too so I-“ “you know that he’s not part moth right they just call him mothman”

- “Why the fuck would they do that”

- Actually he loves learning about mothman simply because he sees how much everyone LOVES the man the moth the legend and is secretly like “if they can love mothman.… maybe they’ll think I’m cool too”

- 100% is already a local cryptid, encourage his dreams

Masky:

- like EJ with the whole “uhhhh cryptids don’t exist” thing

- “You work for a 15 foot tall faceless… thing” “......okay fair what should I know about mothman”

- He kinda rolls his eyes while you talk excitedly but he loves listening to you and god damn if you don’t know what you’re talking about, he’s very impressed with your cryptid trivia

- He tries to keep it from the other creeps that he looks into stuff with you but word eventually gets out

- At that point he can’t deny it and will be like “well at least my s/o has an interesting hobby” and THEN defend you vigorously

- He’ll go cryptid hunting with you and he is the honored camera bearer

- If you do want to visit Point Pleasant, he’s insistent on going to some of the touristy places. Like if I’m here I’m at least getting a Mothman coffee, for God’s sakes

- “Tim put the goddamn cigarettes away we’re on a cryptid hunt!” “Maybe he wants one. Mothman! Do you want a smoke!”

- He’s mostly making fun of you but like… what if it worked 👀

Toby:

- holy fuck if there was a creep to immediately jump onto your interests it’s this boy

- He is immediately captivated and wants to know more

- He is??? The only one to not be like “psh cryptids aren’t real” instead he’s like “I live in a mansion full of dead and murderous people. Yeah a mothman is plausible”

- He’s not good at researching by himself so he’ll listen to you talk about cryptids and mothman and jump in with all his theories

- He’ll drag you to search for him before you can even mention a cryptid hunt

- He brings sleeping bags and everything

- He really likes sleeping under the stars instead of in a tent, so either you sleep with him outside or go “k have fun” and stay in your slightly warmer tent

- If you choose to sleep in the tent like a normal person he’ll inevitably crawl inside at like 3 AM like “ok I’m scared and cold now :(“

- But he is 100% invested and enthusiastic right now, definitely the best cryptid hunter in the mansion 😤👌

Bloody Painter:

- he’s.… skeptic but curious

- He’ll stand and read books/webpages over your shoulder while you study

- He delved into really grotesque artwork of cryptids and really digs the statue of Mothman in point pleasant

- To the point where you have to stop him from recreating it once you get back to the mansion

- “Consider this, Helen: where will you find gigantic wings or a moth head?” “I could probably just tan some skin” “like cows skin right” *he starts sweating* “Helen you’re talking about using cows skin right? Please tell me you mean cows skin”

- If you do go camping he’s gonna want to look for the cryptid right away, don’t have time to set up tents or cameras, lets just GO I wanna SEE it

- His favorite theory is that mothman is some kind of angel or ultra-terrestrial being. Tbh he finds aliens stupid :/

- Beyond mothman his absolute favorite cryptid is the chupacabra. He’s like obsessed with the pictures of that dog they thought was a chupacabra, the bloodsucking, the reptilian versions of them, everything

- Tbh getting him into cryptids was maybe not the best bc now there are corpses in the woods that he’s working on modeling into cryptid “corpses” and you know that’s kind of his gig but it’s grOSS