#Mothman fearless

[kentnaturaltribrid]

“If the Manolo Blahnik fits.”

Fearsome little Mothman.

[jinxthequeergirl]

The ol Switcharoo (pt1.)

Stan x reader/ Ford x reader

Summary: you liked to assume you knew Stanford Pines better then most, but when you return to him after am extended trip you aren't sure you really do

Warning: NONE, she's looking as all hell and I apologize, it's mess I know but it's a start ok

Chat feel free to tell me is this is a dumb idea

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You where a weird kid growing up.

A fact you wouldn't deny. Even as a child you knew you where diffrent and what intrested you was odd. You embraced it. You loved all things creepy and crawly. While most kids your age had posters of there favorite superheros or cartoon characters while your room was plastered with that of monsters and ghouls.

Things from Dracula all the way to the Mysterious Mothman decorated your room, they were the movies you had on repeat books you stuffed your nose in. You loved it all. As you got older, you loved them more, thrusting yourself into science to prove they could existed in the natural world that they DID!

The supernatural world was out there and you where going to explore it. Even as a kid you would be caught monster hunting always running headfirst into adventure no fears.

Your mother was supportive of your every decision regardless of if she believed it lead anywhere or not. She was more happy you where just passionate about something at all and was eager to send you to college.

That's what led you straight to Stanford Pines. The man you would proudly proclaim as your best friend. You'd met during one of your shared classes in college, quickly finding out you had almost similar interests and ideals, everything he had to say fascinated you. And he was more then happy to have someone so eager to find the supernatural with him.

Soon enough you where inseparable. (Y/n) and Standford there was no stopping the pair of you two through all of college whatever you two went through you went through together ups and downs everything was shared. Adding fiddleford to the mix and your trio was complete.

You where of course the first person he had asked to move into his house in gravity falls to further your research together.

"This place is incredible Fordsie I mean think of how much is actually out there!" You exclaimed gesturing to the untamed woods of Oregon from the roof of the house. Ford chuckled adding the finishing touches to a page in his second edition journal before offering it too you for your stamp of approval.

You gladly accepted the book. "And just think about everything else there is to come once we get the machine up and running!" You took a pen of your own and scribbled something in, nodding in agreement to his statment before sitting down beside him.

You took in a breath of fresh air and exhaled a sigh of relief. Ford copying your action. "To think I almost would have never made it this far." He said staring up at the darkening sky.

"Well let's not think like that fordsie, everything that almost stopped you from coming here got you here didn't it?" You said as if you where asking the stars that began to speckle the sky.

He looked over at you. "Everything happens for a reason sixer. Plus you got me out of it didn't you?" You joked nudging him with your elbow.

"That It did." He mused while watching you stare up at the sky with content. He gave a soft smile. Of all the great mysteries in the world, you became his favorite. It didn't matter how well he though he knew you you still surprised him every day.

That was in the spring.

Everything about your life with Ford felt new, exciting, and perfect. You felt like your bond was stronger then ever, over the summer and fall. The perfect balance of cool and calculates and a fearless risktaker. You filled in for eachother where the other lacked completing eachother perfectly. Making your adventures flow smoothly.

Ford found himself thinking like this about you more often, stealing long looks at you when he thought you weren't looking. Standing closer to you, the trash in his room became filled with crumpled ink work of your likeness.

You had enjoyed the sudden burst of closeness you two had shared over the months you'd been in Oregon together it certainly didn't go as unnoticed as he had hopped it did.

He was a smart man, that was the one fundamental truth about himself no one could deny. But he was utterly clueless when it came to his own feelings

"Oooohwe you got it baaAAD don't you Stanford?" His face flushed at fiddlefords sudden outburst of excitement. "What are you talking about!?" He asked in a sharp hushed tone quickly averting his gaze from you only a few feet away.

"Standford I have known you almost ad long as you and y/n have been friends and I'm no expert but I do think I recognize how you look at them has changed."

"I pfft.. I wouldn't...that's my bestfriend-" He fumbled for his words face flushed a deeper red then before as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Mcgucket! Fordsie! I'm head up to bed for the night! Don't stay up too late." You chimmed in with a yawn.

"Hahah! Yes very good y/n! Very good get good rest for not let the gnomes bite! Ahaha" Ford blurted. You laughed as you continued up the steps.

Fiddleford laughed once where had va ished from sight. "I'm just making an observation...I'm not saying you lay awake at night thinking about her. But your secretis safe with me." Ford let out a sigh of relief at fiddlefors reasuring words they wherent up much longer before both retiring to their rooms. Stanford proceeded to lay in bed that night staring up at his ceiling.

"Oh no."

When the winter rolled around things began to change. All the good memories you had together seemed to suddenly get lost and where instead replaced with something bad.

You remember sitting next to fiddleford staring at your bestfriend fall asleep in the middle of the floor waiting for something to happen. "Do you think this is a good idea?"

You where the first tobask the question both of you had been thinking. "If this thing can offer Ford everything we need to know about starting up this portal...then I say the risk is worth it...right?"

You chewed on your inner cheek staring intently at the man on the floor.

Since the winter rolled around and Ford had met this mysterious "muse" You felt a sense of unease fall over the house, Ford had suddenly become distant always away with the being. "Are you jealous?" Fiddleford pipped up turning away from Ford.

"Jelous?" You chucked. "Of what? There's nothing to be jealous of! Or even a reason to be jealous! If Ford wants to abandon his friends for some interdemensinal being that he wont share much about or even introduce us then fine by me!" You huff out the words folding your arms over your chest.

Everything went downhill pretty fast or at least that's what your memory served, by the time you where ready for the first test of the portal all the way to fiddlefords accident with the machine your new exciting life unraveled before your eyes.

He wasn't functioning the way he used

"Fordsie...I think we need to take a break."

He was pacing infront of you rappedly tapping a pen against his temple. "We can't stop now! We are to close."

You frowned, he was different now no doubt this wasn't the same Ford you had be friened only a few years ago, this wasn't the same Ford you had grown to love. He was far more distant now, all the little things he thought went unnoticed by you completely stopped. He kept his distance now. He was losing sleep because of this now, if it wherent for you he wouldn't even be eating.

"Ford I'm serious! Fiddleford got hurt...I don't think it's a good idea to continue we need time to stop and clear our heads!"

"My head is clear y/n! With bill by my side I know we can-"

"STANFORD PINES."

Stan stopped in his tracks. It had been a while since you had referred to him like that. He turned to you watching you pinch the bridge of your nose. Since when did you look so tired? And where you...angry with him?

"Stanford our friend was hurt because of this , it's time to take a step back and to reevaluate before someone else gets hurt...we need to get out of this house...maybe out of gravity falls for a while."

Ford stared at you for a while and you stared back for some reason in only a few months it felt like the both of you where looking at strangers. You watched as the gears turned in Fords head before he spoke up.

"Your right."

You perked up at his words taken aback by them.

"I think it would be in our best intrest if we both went to see our families for some time."

Again you where surprised by the words that left his mouth. He'd never spoken to you about his family you had always assumed they wherent close. At the same time part of you hoped he'd want to vacation with you somewhere warm away from the snow. So place that would bring back the real Ford.

"OK, we can do that." You said offering a warm smile.

That night Ford helped you pack so you could catch the first bus out of gravity falls that morning, he promised he'd be leaving the next day.

It was quiet while he helped. He wasn't joking with you or excitedly retelling one of your adventures from the summer.

Your mind still kept wondering back to how this could be the same person. Maybe this was who Ford was all along and you where blinded by the thrill of adventure.

"Promise to write?" You asked

"I promise."

"I'll see you in a few weeks."

Still you knew things would be better when you both returned from a long over do break. You watched a bundled up Ford wave you goodbye from the snow as your bus pulled away and you sighed.

Ford frowned as he watched your bus drive into the distance. This was for the better right? He could see the worry and pain he had seemed to be causing you which was never his intention. He didn't want to lie to you just to get you away to take care of yourself but if that's what it took to do just that.

You eneded up returning when the snow had melted in gravity falls. You hadn't meant to be gone that long, your family had begged you to stay and your mother needed the help around the house, you had wrote Ford like you promised but it seemed like the mail was eating up your letters. Either way you had been well rested and eager to return to your friend and to work. You took a hopeful deep breath once your feet hit the gravity falls soil.

"StanFord!? Are you home yet!?" You shouted, pushing open the door to the house. You were met with silence.

"Fordsie!?" You stepped further in carefully. You noticed all of the science equipment and creatures you had collected over the past year or so had been moved and almost put on display. You heard a floorboard creek, and you stayed silent, pressing up again the wall by the door, ready to either surprise your friend or scare an enime.

The door swung open and a familiar face appeared yelling welding a baseball bat.

You screamed, falling back onto yours, butt. "FORD WAIT! WAIT, IT'S ME ITS Y/N!!!" You shouted, holding your hands up to shield yourself. He stopped yelling and lowered the bat. "Y/n?...."

"Yes, it's me. Please put the bat down!"

"What are you doing here?" He asked, placing the bat down and staring at you. "I live here with you, remember?"

The man seemed to stare at you like he was trying to figure out why he knew you. "Y/n! That's right!" He helped you up.

"I wasn't away for that long, was I fordsie?" You chuckled.

"Oh uh no no it's not that...uh come inside. we have some uh catching up to do.." You raised your eyebrow at him now, getting a better look at him. Something was off.

But you followed him to the kitchen, hoping your doubt and worry would wear off soon.

"Hey by the way...would you mind calling me stan from now on?"

[randomly--accessed--memories]

More Song Recs:

Drift Away Omnichord by Trillian - Vox’s Relationship With Alastor [Somehow made Drift Away 100 times more melancholic and somber]

Al Bowlly - Got A Date With An Angel 1931

Howard Godfrey & His Waldorfians - Vox’s Rose Tinted View On His And Alastor’s Relationship 

Happy Days by Ghost - Vox’s Relationship With Alastor 

(Lucy) Happy Days - Remix (Original by

GHOST) by StardustLegend - Vox’s Relationship With Alastor 

Appetite Of A People Pleaser by Ghost - Vox trying to please Alastor and his increasing agitation when he inevitably fails.  

Entomologists by Ghost - Vox’s Ordeal 

[Hatsune Miku, Gumi, Yohioloid, Al, Dex] "Entomologists" x "Mothman" (Anakin & GHOST) by StardustLegend - Vox’s Ordeal, His Time In The Vee’s Tower That Seem To Blur Together, and Alastor Whisking Him Away To The Happy Hazbin Hotel

Those Who Carried On by Ghost - Vox’s Ordeal [The first half of the song details what Alastor did to him (“Inside their little world They tried to be understood But all that came of it was a mess” / “Once more, their heads are caving in” / “They pulled apart their own ego at the seams And spilled their organs everywhere”) 

While the latter half is Vox after Alastor is gone recovering. There’s potential that his condition could worsen, but he still chooses to try and live the life as best he can. (“Once more, they've left remembering” / “To the people that picked up their arms and legs” / “And carried on” / “There's nothing stopping them, so beware” / “These are people too fearless to die out” / “Though they'll never escape from the rise / Now…/ You'd say that things have improved! / Right?”)

(Huh, a lot of Vocaloid songs, especially Ghost Vocaloid songs.)

Don't really have the spoons today to make any comments other than "Finally, a context I can force myself to listen to Entomologists in." Added.

[baus-jr-profiler]

"Sounds like we need to have a talk with uncle Dave too Or in your case maybe daddy Dave." Spencer snorted

"Jack is so adorable I bet he covered his mouth and blushed like his daddy does when he slips up." JJ giggled as she started to jog

"I not cute I brave and fearless like daddy!" Jack said making a very serious face that made him even cuter

@combeferre-the-mothman

Five o'clock in the morning a police man knocked on Gabriel's door. He was holding a very grumpy looking Jack.

There year old was currently punching and kicking the officer in the chest.

"I wanna go back to daddy. He needs me he's hurt. Mommy is hurt too they need me!" Jack Squealed The officer didn't budge however he knew jack didn't mean anything by it.

( @baus-jr-profiler )

Ferre answered the door and quickly took Jack from the officer’s arms, “What happened?” He asked them both, “What do you mean Mommy and Daddy are hurt?” He turned over his shoulder and called out for Spencer to get up.

[lost-miette]

transcript:

Non-binary Mothman Cryptidposting

You know what's a good contrast with how poorly JK Rowling handles any criticism? Let's talk about how Tolkien is the superior author.

When The Hobbit was published, people noticed that Tolkien had written the dwarves as heavily Jew coded, Dwarvish is even a semetic language. They also called him on how much they relied on anti semetic tropes and Tolkien's response was to apologize and say it was unintentional which, to be honest, it probably was. Tolkien HATED allegory and would never create a fictional race as a direct stand in for a real one except for what he did next. Tolkien also was not remotely anti semetic in his personal life, so he took action to make up for his error.

In Lord of the Rings, the dwarves are explicitly Jew coded by design. Tolkien created Gimli to help flesh out dwarves as a proud and noble race of warriors who were fearless and good people. To do this Tolkien drew from Jewish mythology and the Maccabean revolution to turn his mistake into positive representation.

Are there still problematic things in Lord of the Rings? Yes. Tolkien was an old white man who grew up in the early 1900s, it's not a shock.

There's no excuse for not unlearning problematic behavior in 2023. The resources are there, you should always strive to be better. Rowling COULD have met her criticism by striving to fix it and turn it into something positive like Tolkien did, but she doubled down on her hate, proving she is a bad person.

Stop supporting her and stop supporting Harry Potter. Find better fantasy authors who have cooler fantasy worlds, they're out there.

[gallusrostromegalus]

More Secret TPOFATGIF Lore, Cryptids and Monsters Edition:

Long Post, the rest of it is Under The Cut:

Tristan isn't totally insane- the bites of a domestic dog, many types of Lycanthrope and Vampire, Selkie and Cupacabra are nearly identical without taking a cast and even then DNA Swab testing is often needed to diagnose what bit someone if they didn't get a good look at it.

While the majority of Lycanthropes* are humans with cyclic hybridism, Selkies are a rare instance of human-to-animal Zoonotic Curse transfer, where Cyclic Anthrothropy was transmitted to a population of harbor seals in the Outer Heberdies off Scotland around 1682. HOW the curse was transferred remains a mystery shrouded in some very unfortunate legends about "Seal Wives".

*Lycanthropy, of course, only refers to the most common from of Cyclic Hybridism, Canine Lunar Cyclic Hybridism or CLCH, also known as "Wolfman Disease". All known types of Cyclic Hybridism are not diseases, but variations of a blood-bourne curse that originated in Neolithic times, probably during Humanity's first attempts at controlling Magic. There are currently 486 documented types of Cyclic Hybridism, encompassing a total of 406 types of animals and 122 Cyclic schedules.

By Contrast, "Vampirism" refers to an entire group of Sanguivorious Human disorders with a wide variety of causes including, but not limited to: Viruses, Bacteria, hereditary curses, blood-bourne curses, prions, memetic fanaticism and even psychosomatic vampirism.

Vampires thus vary wildly in sensitivity to things like sunlight, running water, garlic, compulsive counting behaviors and being set on fire. Most types of Vampirism are contagious, particularly the infamous Sunnydale Syndrome which reached epidemic proportions from 1997-2001, but some are entirely idiosyncratic conditions or only hereditary.

The persistent rumor that bats carry vampirism is entirely inaccurate and the result of an early conflation of rabies with Vampiric disorders.

Chupacabra are a tragically endangered Keystone species and one of the few extant non-australian Marsupials. Their unsettling appearence and fondness for hunting livestock has made public outrach efforts difficult to say the least, but Chupacabra play a key role in preventing the spread of diseases in ungulates and the over-grazing of their native desert steppe.

Chupacabra originally evolved to hunt camelids and it's extreme speed and fearlessness when it came to hunting large prey on steep cliffs made it an important predator of wild Llama and Vicuna prior to the introduction of sheep and goats. Compared to an adult Llama, a goat is easy pickings, and it's hardly a suprise Chupacabra would start hunting this much slower, less aggressive prey, even at the risk of death by human shepherds.

Like thier closest living relatives, the Virginia Possum, the Chupacabra is relatively immune to rabies, has a total of 50 teeth and 13 nipples!

After decades of elusive behavior and difficulty in getting adequate samples, in 1996, Scientists were finally able to confirm that Mothmen have a complex, multi-generational migratory cycle, and that their primary egg-laying grounds are in the central valley of Nihofornia. Fresno Nightcrawlers are in fact, laval Mothmen. The discovery led to massive public adoration of the former omen of doom and improved conservation efforts, and now Mothmen numbers have rebounded and they occupy nearly all of their native range.

McElroy Monument near Huntington, West Virginia is home to an unusual Albino Mothman, lovingly named Indrid Cold. Misunderstanding the origins of his name and thinking Indrid to be chilly, visitors have tried gifting him sweaters in the past, which the Park Service now has to actively prevent, as Indrid has definitely eaten far too many of them.

Conservation efforts for Bigfoots, Yasha Ape and Sasquatch are also widely supported, with massive national parks devoted to thier preservation, but poaching for the illegal Big Toe Market (some people believe that the toes are a potent aphrodisiac) has seriously hindered efforts to build stable breeding troops of these species of Mega Ape.

There is an expiriemental program in Mt. Yasha National Park to assign 24/7 live-in human guards to the small troop there. So far the program has been sucessful as both sepcies protection and youth rehabilitation, as the Yasha Apes are particularly enamored of thier former-streetfighter-turned-mobile-zookeeper, Baki Hanma.

The Baja Basilisk, or "Loot Lizard" is no relative of the European Basilisk, but the confusion is understandable. More Accurately called the Behir, the Baja Basilisk is a massive reptile resembling an elongagted water monitor with up to 12 legs (they grow more as they age- one particularly ancient specimen was documented with a total of 16 legs) that is big enough to swallow a human whole. And swallow they do! The Loot Lizard earned it's nickname from its voracious appetite, indiscriminate palette and inability to chew, leading to Behir eating any vaugely animal-shaped object around them and horking up the indegestible pieces later.

Ambitious Adventurers have intermittently had sucess taming wild Behir- they make excellent mounts in enclosed spaces and any suspicious locked chest or ichor-covered idol can be tossed down the gullet of a tame Behir to be cleaned by it's powerful stomach, or digested if it happens to be a mimic, and the resalable parts regurgitated later.

Unfortunately, the popularity of Dungeon-crawling adventuring in the late middle ages, and the lack of knowledge about the Behir's long reproductive cycle (a Behir doesn't reach sexual maturity until age 60-80 at the earliest and may only produce two or three clutches of one or two eggs in it's life) lead to extensive poaching of Behir and the devastation of thier populations, and now they are only rarely found in a tiny sliver of thier previous rang, in the Baja Peninsula.

Tristan was very enamored of Behir in his youth and always wanted a pet one, much like how I wanted a Pet Tiger when I was six. His mom did make him a body-pillow size Behir Plushie and "Beans" still lives on his bed at home.

[skarsgard-daydreams]

Scary Monsters and Super Creeps

Description: On a lone stretch of highway on Halloween night, Mickey and his girlfriend pass the time with a spooky story.

Warnings: strong language and maybe something spooky, also a tiny reference to there being an election, but that’s all

“I can’t believe Halloween is finally on a Saturday, and on a full moon, and we’re spending it driving through West Virginia,” Mickey complained, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel as he peered out at the darkened stretch of highway before him. You hadn’t seen any cars for miles in either direction, as if everyone else in the state had gone out celebrating the holiday and you two were the only people missing out. You placed your hand on your boyfriend’s arm and gave him a sympathetic look.

“I know, baby, but if we don’t keep driving, there’s no way we’ll make it home in time to vote,” you said sweetly. “And you know how important it is to me,” you added, leaning in to plant a soft kiss against his stubbled jaw.

Mickey’s agitation seemed to melt, then, and he looked at you with that raw affection that always made you so grateful to have him for your partner-in-crime. You smiled and tousled his hair with your fingers.

“I love you.”

“I know,” he said, and grinned, because he knew saying it drove you crazy, and it made him feel like Han Solo.

“Well, since it’s Halloween,” you said, snuggling into his jean jacket draped around your shoulders. “Why don’t we tell scary stories?”

Mickey lifted a skeptical eyebrow, glancing in your direction. “Yeah, but… won’t you get scared?”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m not the one who dumped popcorn all over the row in front of us when we went to see Hereditary.”

“That movie was fucking terrifying and you know it,” Mickey grumbled.

It was. Though you’d never admit it, you’d been just as terrified that night in the movie theater. But you always became fearless when he was scared. That was your dynamic. If he was manic, you were calm, ready to talk him down. And when you were sad, he would do anything it took to make you laugh.

“Well, I don’t think my storytelling is nearly as scary as Ari Aster’s, so here goes.”

Mickey gripped the steering wheel tightly as you recounted an urban legend you’d heard on some silly TV show about cryptids at two in the morning one night when you had insomnia.

“One night, a pair of young lovers were driving down a road a lot like this one. They hadn’t seen another car in ages, and they didn’t have cell phone service this far out in the sticks.”

“Ooo, no cell phones,” Mickey said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “You’d never survive.”

You gave him a light smack on the arm. “Don’t interrupt me when I’m telling a story!”

The corners of Mickey’s mouth turned up in a smirk.

“Anyway,” you said emphatically, trying to remember where you were going with the story. “Oh, yeah. So, after driving all this time with no other cars, they finally saw what they thought were brake lights ahead of them. Two red lights shining in the dark. So, they slowed down a little, but as they approached, they realized it wasn’t a car.” You paused for dramatic effect.

“What was it?” Mickey asked, furrowing his brows.

“The red lights were the glowing eyes of an enormous monster with ten-foot wings and the body of a man with a hideous face. And his eyes—”

“Wait, are you trying to scare me with a story about mothman?” Mickey interrupted, looking at you with amused disbelief. “Babe,” he said. “I’m only scared of real things, like serial killers, ghosts, and Bigfoot.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “There’s no such thing as Bigfoot, Mickey.”

“Yes, there is!” Mickey exclaimed. “I told you, I saw him! He was right outside my tent on that camping trip.”

“That was one of your friends pulling a prank.”

“It was fucking Bigfoot, babe.”

You opened your mouth, ready to tell him how low the odds were that a creature as large as Bigfoot could maintain a presence in multiple regions of North America while also going completely unobserved by reputable zoologists, but your train of thought was suddenly interrupted when you spotted two glowing red lights ahead on the road.

“Mickey,” you said, your voice coming out as a squeak.

“I see it,” he said in that frantic tone he sometimes adopted when he got anxious. “It’s probably just a car, right?”

“Right,” you agreed, but you were gripping his arm tightly now. Mickey glanced at you and must have noticed the fear in your eyes because he tried to look reassuring.

“It’s okay, babe,” he said with a weak smile. “I got you.”

You nodded a little, but didn’t let go of his arm as he put on a brave face and continued to drive toward the lights, muttering to himself. “No fucking mothman is gonna get my girlfriend.”

As you got closer, the silhouette of a car became more visible in the dark and you both exhaled a sigh of relief. “Okay, no more scary stories,” you said.

Mickey nodded in agreement. “Fuck,” he said softly, raking a hand through his hair. He drove on in silence, catching up to the car ahead of you.

That’s when you both saw it. An enormous creature stood in the road in front of the other car, just as you had described it. A massive pair of ten-foot wings spread out on either side of its frame, and you barely caught a glimpse of its shining red eyes before it rose into the air, swooping over your car and disappearing into the night.

You weren’t sure who screamed louder—you or Mickey—but you were both screaming wildly as he swerved around the other vehicle and stomped on the accelerator, speeding down the tree-lined highway as fast as your shitty little car could go.

“Fuck West Virginia!” Mickey shouted. “Fuck Halloween! Fuck Mothman! Fuck all of that!”

You hung onto your boyfriend’s arm tightly as he sped out of there, shouting expletives. You had never been so scared in your life, but as you looked at him, you beamed with affection for the crazy man sitting next to you. No matter what happened, you knew he would always keep you safe.

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Author’s Note: When I was trying to decide what could be so important that Mickey would be driving on Halloween night, the first thing that came to mind was his girlfriend insisting they had to vote in the election. Mickey strikes me as the type who’s never voted in his life, but if his girlfriend thinks it’s important, then fuck if he wouldn’t do anything she asked. Sorry for the small reminder that an election is happening. It tickled me. Also, apologies to West Virginia. Mickey didn’t mean it.

[river--glass]

Reylo Fic Recommendations: Monster Edition

In honor of Spooky Season, I wanted to make a list of fics in which one or both of them are more than human. Cryptids and creatures and monsters galore. (This one is for you, monsterfuckers.)

Demons

Count the Rings by Lachesisgrimm (olga_theodora). (E, Modern, 63K) When camping with her friends, Rey jokingly decides to marry a tree thats rumored to hold the spirit of a trapped man. Spoiler alert, the legends were true. Featuring accidental marriage, demon deals, and soft soft demon Ben. Sure there’s some angst and danger but this is mostly sweet and wonderful and Rey having dreams come true.

The Hand That Feeds by persimmone. (E, Victorian, 46K) Rey has managed to avoid unwanted male attention for thirty years, until the opening of a mysterious artifact burdens her with an accidental husband. Luckily, her new consort is not the average man. Or better, he's not... human. Featuring eldritch abomination Kylo who is so sweetly in awe and reverent of human Rey despite being powerful and older than the universe. And who also has... a tentacle form.

All The Ashes by neonheartbeat. (E, Modern, 37K) Rey, living in a terrible Brooklyn apartment and desperate to escape, posts a Craiglist ad as a half-joke seeking a marriage of convenience to just get the hell out of the country. It's unexpectedly answered by a mysterious Romanian count. Featuring soft monster Kylo, good friend Hux, and beauty and the beast elements. I loved this soft Kylo and thirsty Rey.

I Will Always Find You by kuresoto. (E, Modern, 24K) Featuring Lilith!Rey and Lucifer!Kylo. I love this. They fuck like monsters (and as monsters!) and Rey is the queen of hell and they're so viciously in love. Read It!!

Deliciously by @secretreylotrash. (E, Colonial, 18K) Puritan/Salem Witch Trials/The VVitch Inspired. Witches, demon Kylo, orgies, death... This was WILD.

The Devil’s Lucky Number by Avdal. (E, Modern, 10K) Pure smut. Demon Kylo shows up out of the blue for the sole purpose of making rey orgasm. It’s what she deserves.

The Devil You Know by KyloTrashForever. (E, Modern, 10K) In which Ben finds out the hard way that he shouldn’t play with old magic. AKA, lucky bastard dumb college student Ben accidentally summons himself a succubus girlfriend.

The Demon Within Me by Avdal. (E, Modern, 8K) Shameless demon Kylo smut.

Come To Me In The Clearing And There We Shall Dance by QueenOfCarrotFlowers @leofgyth . (E, 1600′s, 5K) She had been hoping he would find her - her only friend. Kylo. She supposes he’s a demon, or a devil, or one of the heathen gods, but she's never worked up the nerve to ask him and he has not volunteered that information.

Proposal by AKyloDarkly. (E, 4K) Lilith!Rey and Lucifer!Kylo.

Mercy by bunilicious. (E, Victorian, 3K) A Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde/Demon AU. AKA, Rey is thirsty for her demon husband and refuses to wait any longer.

Mothman/Mothlo

For Love of a Flame by thewayofthetrashcompactor. (E, Fantasy, 8K) The shadowy Order has advanced across the forest, bringing darkness in their wake. Rey is hungry and desperate, willing to face the Order themselves to steal back what they've taken from the land. What she finds there is not what she expects. Fairies/mothpeople! Weird! I’m into it!

Drawn to the Light of Your Burning Sorrows by Kyriadamorte. (M, Modern, 7K) Mothman Ben! Curious outcast Rey! This was the first mothlo fic I ever saw. Me when I saw this fic: Mothlo? Mothman Reylo?? God and Ryan Johnson have truly abandoned this fandom. Me after this fic: Mothman Kylo is the best boy and bring on the cryptids.

Macrolepidoptera by ceciliasheplin. (E, Modern, 3K) Rey runs after her Mothman to show him how much she loves him. Nothing like a 3K word fic that hits you in the feels at the same time that it’s giving you mothman smut filth. This fandom is magical.

Nature Spirits

Oh Autumn, Oh Teakettle, Oh Grace by diasterisms. (E, Modern, 31K) Ben Solo didn’t believe in dryads, until one snagged his coats and freed herself. She’s pure bliss and magic and he is captivated. If she has to go 2000 miles back to her tree, he might as well drive her there. Dryad Rey/smitten human Ben road trip! What a lovely fic!

Looking For a Breath of Life by Fighter_for_Solo. (T, Fantasy, 18K) Featuring Elf Prince Ben and human hunter Rey! A really delightful story.

I met you once — ( In a dream ) by persopilliankore. (E, Fantasy, 10K). Where Ben and Rey are soulmates and Ben is more than meets the eye.

Fearless by KyloTrashForever. (E, Fantasy, 6K) Featuring tree Ent Kylo and the softest tentacle porn you’ll ever read.

Sea Creatures. Mermaids, Selkies, OctaKylo, oh my!

Beyond the Veil by dachenbritta. (M, Modern, 40K). Deep within the waters of the Oregon coast, a lone mermaid longs for the man she's watched for years. Her wish of joining him comes true but comes at a cost. This was hilarious and emotional and such a great read.

Sirens by SageMcMage. (E, Fantasy, 21K) In which Merman Ben tries to woo Mermaid Rey by little gifts on her doorstep. Adorable! 

Yn Beisht Kione by Melusine11 @hellomelusine . (E, Modern, 5K) They say a beast roams the sea. Protecting a treasure long hidden in the Headland's caves. Some say it is the soul of a man killed by pirates to protect that treasure. Sailors have been known to throw casks of rum at the beast in the hopes of placating it, so they don't get eaten and can pass in peace. Most people though, don't believe he exists, and Rey is about to find out how wrong they all are.

I Found You by Kyoloren. (T, Fantasy, 5K) In which scavenger mermaid Rey finds a strange black T-shaped object in her waters on Kef Bir and is determined to return it to its owner. Mermaid Rey!Cute little fish people soulmates!

Octopussy by KyloTrashForever. (E, Modern, 5K) Three brothers at the beach plus one horny sea monster equals a lot of holes being filled. Smutty monster filth, no need to look for a deeper meaning than that. You like tentacle porn? Here ya go.

Live by the Sea, Love by the Tide by Twin_Kitten. (E, Fantasy, 4K) Rey and a few other mermaids escape the clutches of Unkar, and stumble into the territory of another pod of mermaids. Ben's pod. Soft caretaking mermaid Ben!

Where the Blue of the Sea Meets the Sky by HarpiaHarpyja @thisgarbagepicker . (T-E, Fantasy) A Short delightful little series featuring Selkie Ben and explorer Rey! I seriously cannot say enough good things about this author, do yourself a favor and go read EVERYTHING she’s ever written.

Tentacle Dick (that’s it that’s the plot)

Damnably Unbecoming by cuddlesome. (E, Canon-verse crack, 5K)

Froot (i've been saving all my summers for you) by kuresoto. (E, Canon-verse crack, 4K)

Vampires

In The Dark by KyloTrashForever. (E, Modern, 44K) A Dark Shadows AU!! It’s not “finished”, but it ends well where it is! Featuring vampire Ben who is very sorry about drinking blood and human Rey who is even thirstier than he is.

A Little Death (Goes a Long Way) by crossingwinter. (E, Modern, 23K) A Vampire & A/B/O AU. Weird and dark but I am here for it.

The Lioness by Lilia_ula. (E, Fantasy, 13K) Rey goes bravely to her death after being chosen as the village sacrifice, but upon meeting the beast things don’t go as planned. I love to see Reylo fics where they both revel in who they are and what they are together. Fascinating.

Beneath the Pale Moonlight by bunilicious. (E, Historical Recency, 15K) A fluffy fic about vampire Ben falling hard for Rey! 

The Curious Case of the Aquarist and the Vanishing Walrus by radioactivesaltghoul. (T, Modern, 6K) Rey loves spending time in the walrus enclosure at the aquarium she works at.Ben is a vampire with an unusual ability. This is bizarre and wonderful and just such a fun read. I think about this fic daily.

Werewolves

we decided not to kill the wolves (we wanted to be wolves) by crossingwinter. (E, Fantasy, 32K) A pack of wolves lives in the woods to the north of Raddus and as winter looms, they have their eyes set on Leia Organa’s stronghold. Rey may be new to Raddus, but she’s not about to do nothing while it may be in danger. And besides, Poe must be exaggerating about wolves the size of bears. She’s not afraid of monsters.

Howl by monsterleadmehome. (E, modern, 2K) When Ben Solo is trying to earn Eagle Scout status, he spends a night alone in the woods. A chance encounter with a werewolf girl named Rey leaves an impression. Ten years later, he runs into her again and this time, they're all grown up.

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GHOST HUNTERS AU HEADCANONS

A series of headcanons to create an overarching universe for the Ghost Hunters. because legit i couldn't think of a fic. Everything's the same, except for Smosh started as a channel devoted to everything supernatural and mysterious. Ian and Anthony created it to discuss supernatural happenings. It later extended, and instead of just being a weekly a talk show hosted by Ian and Anthony, it branched out into Supernatural Investigation Channel, (Smoshernatural), run by the Games crew, and much later a True Crime channel, (Smosh True Crime), run by the quintessential Smosh squad. After Anthony left the company, Ian moved to work behind the scene. He frequently guest stars, but not as much as he used to. Smosh True Crime The True Crime gang consists of the Smosh Squad, but in a somewhat detective form. They write and produce episode independently of one another, and most people recognize the styles of each member. The channel has three different running shows, Conspiracy!, which is conspiracy theory show written, directed and hosted by Noah; The Lab, a show about crime scene investigation/clean up and such; as well as a Q&A show hosted by a rotating cast called Visiting Hours. There is a running event every April Fool’s where the channel releases a fake True Crime case that parodies their own style, and is focused on a joke made from one of their videos throughout the year. Some of these have been videos have been, Shayne’s gruesome murder following the destruction of Damien’s golden cat, (which in this instance was a cat totem that Damien keeps on his desk on the Smoshernatural version of ‘Visiting Hours’); a Video on the cryptid CFM, or the strange creature known as Courtney Freaking Miller; and a video on the ‘disappearance of Anthony��, which aired on the April Fool’s after he left the channel. Smoshernatural It was originally hosted by Ian, Anthony, Joven, Lasercorn, Sohinki and Mari, and they would go around to different locations investigating, and bonded as a group. After some time, it was whittled down to the group of four (Joven, Lasercorn, Sohinki and Mari), with the addition of Wes, who is their fearless cameraman who became popular within the fandom for literally never freaking out, no matter what creepy location they’re in. Boze and Damien ran their own channel that focused on the spiritual side of the supernatural. Their channel was bought by Smosh, and the two were added to the cast, which created a new element that the show had never had before. Damien’s a medium, and there have been several bits based around Boze making fun of him for it. Boze herself works with a more summoning aspect, and works with portals and ouija boards. The channel has three shows as well, with Smoshernatural being their main pull and focus. It follows the gang to different locations to look for evidence, and it usually ends with one of them trying to get themselves possessed. Cryptid Cases is hosted by Mari and Joven, and focuses in on all things alien, cryptid, and basically anything that’s not ghost oriented, (the set is often crashed by Lasercorn wearing a tinfoil hat). The final show is a slight copy of Visiting Hours, and acts as a Q&A for the Smoshernatural channel. Coroner’s Report is hosted mainly by Damien, but it almost always has guests. Miscellaneous Headcanons - Boze has called the ghosts ‘little bitches’ more than 40 times, her record in a single episode is 13. - Lasercorn is a member of the ‘Tin Foil Hat Club’, and in all of the alien Cryptid cases, he wears his green morph suit, a pair of alien sunglasses and a tinfoil hat that grows throughout the course of the episode. - The True Crime Squad and the Smoshernatural crew have switched channels once, and had each of the Smoshernatural kids produce a True Crime episode, while they sent the True Crime squad to Waverly Sanitorium, a place even Sohinki said creeped him out, for an investigation. Needless to say, those videos have scored highly among fans, though the squad has said that they would never do it again. - Sohinki holds the record for the most times asking to be possessed, which was used as the basis for an April Fool’s episode. - Despite the fact that Damien is a medium, Joven has actually had the most experience with ghosts. The house he grew up is, by his claims, is very haunted. He, and Damien, have confirmed that there are five ghosts that live on the property, which is a farmhouse that was owned by his great-grandparents. The ghosts in the house consist of a ghost cat, a ghost dog, both of Joven’s grandparent who passed in the house, and a soldier believed to have been buried on the property. Joven has claimed to have seen apparitions of all of these, most notably the soldier, who walks the grounds during storms, banging on the front door and back doors to try to get people to let him in. They have done an episode on the house, but only managed to get some sketchy audio recordings, though both Damien and Boze believe that there are presences in the house. - Wes is the fearless cameraman, and is one of the only people on the Smosh team, besides Noah, who doesn’t believe in ghosts. He says that he ‘got close’ to believing while they were at the Sallie House a few years back, but he blames it on the nervous energy that was in the air, and that fact that he was sick. - Shayne and Damien are best friends, and met on the set of a True Crime special that tried to solve old cases by talking to the dead. They remained friends afterwards, and Damien and Shayne were both featured on the other’s respective channel before Damien was hired by Smosh. - Courtney holds the current record for the most viewed video on the True Crime channel. She re-enacted the murder of a young starlet in a film noir style, compete with a grizzled narrator, and stunning visuals in black and white. Courtney was praised for her use of the color red, which accented the blood, the woman’s lipstick, her dress, the red of a stop sign, and a car. The whole endeavor took her three months. - Keith is known for his artistic, jagged style, and most of his videos are completely animated. He focuses on the deaths of artists, which is exemplified by the kinds of visuals and music he uses. His art style is well known, and has improved during the years he’s worked for the company. His first video, which was his first time animating, is now used as a meme in the fandom. - Though Mari believes in ghosts, cryptids are her real passion. She started Cryptid Cases, and is the main host, appearing in all of the videos, unlike Joven, who is switched out for other Smosh members who better suit the episode content, (aliens for Lasercorn, angels and light beings for Damien, the devil and demons for Boze). There is a running joke that Mari is secretly a shape shifting cryptid, due to several strange photos that the cast has taken over the years that don’t quite look like them, and in reality it’s actually Mari slowly learning their form to take their place. She has yet to deny this fact. - Unlike most of the cast, Noah is very into conspiracy theories, and follows the stories of the dark web very closely. He created his show, Conspiracy! to shine a light on some of these topics, and had released a few before his show was put on semi-hiatus. Noah has said that he created enough to take it off hiatus for the next few months, but that some of them could’ve gotten him in trouble because of where he got his information. He has brought on guests for a few episodes, but they’re mostly just Shayne, who also shares an interest in conspiracy theories. - Joven has had a ghost hit on him, twice. - One of the oldest and most beloved jokes of the fandom and the cast is the theory that Olivia might be an immortal. The joke started when a twitter user tweeted at Olivia with a photograph of her great-grandmother that looked strangely like her. Olivia replied with a very vague tweet that prompted the entirety of the fandom to start going through a deep dive, and actually found several other photos that looked like they could’ve been of Olivia. It has been referenced in several videos, but Olivia has said nothing helpful to her case when the topic comes up. - Sohinki is known for his love of mothman, and he has confirmed that he owns a mothman body pillow as well as several mothman t-shirts and at least one replica of the silver mothman statue. - Boze once had her phone go haywire after using an ouija board to curse someone through her phone. - Wes, in an episode of Coroner’s Report, has said that the scaredest he’s ever been was when they were filming an episode at a haunted cabin in Wisconsin, and that he believes there were eyes watching him in the woods. and that's kinda it so far. hopefully i'll add to this, and feel free to add some stuff yourself, or use it for a fic, i'd cry happy, happy tears. Housekeeping & General Announcements Crime Does Pay Chapter 11 will hopefully be up tommorow, Finals have been kicking my ASS. After this chapter, there's a possiblity there might be a slight week long hiatus while i work on the new project introduced below For those of you who saw, I was writing like a college/paranormal au thingy, and the first chapter of that is done, and there's a chance that it'll be uploaded if i can get the energy to edit it. and boy oh boy, we got damien the unwilling psychic, goth girl olivia, and really everything you want in a mystery thriller. The Five Part Serial, The Ghosts of Mayweather, Begins Tonight

[siderealscribblings]

i ii

“How did you know?” 

Kagami took a sip of her cider, swirling it around her mouth as the sounds of the party carried on in the other room. Amid their upwardly mobile, affluent parents, the children of the rich and famous were expected to politely stay out of their parents’ ways and socialize with other trust fund children. It wasn’t hard to find a quiet corner of Le Grand Paris; a secluded balcony provided a getaway from prying and curious eyes. 

“Not even going to deny it?” Kagami asked, raising her eyebrow. 

“I gave myself away,” Adrien said, throat bobbing as he swallowed painfully. “I need to know how so I can’t do it again.” 

“I doubt anyone else would pick up on it,” Kagami shrugged, swirling her cider around aimlessly as she looked out over the city. “Unless Mothman happens to be a fencing enthusiast as well.” 

“He prefers...you know, never mind,” Adrien sighed, leaning against the balcony next to her. 

“...you really want to know?” Kagami asked quietly. Adrien turned to see Kagami regarding him through a narrow gaze. “You are reckless.” 

“Pardon?” 

“Your fighting style is uniquely reckless,” Kagami continued. “You win because you are faster and more accurate than your opponents; you bank on your speed and maneuverability more than anyone else I’ve ever fought.” 

“Isn’t that what fencing is?” Adrien challenged. “Speed and maneuverability?” 

“Yes, but...” Kagami chewed her lower lip thoughtfully. “You never entertain the idea that your opponent can outfight you. I could tell when we fought you...you were so focused on landing a decisive blow, you left yourself open to counterattack.”

“O...kay?” Adrien said. “I’ll keep that in mind for my next match, but I don’t see what that has to do with-” 

“It’s the same with Chat Noir,” Kagami said, voice dropping so low he had to lean in to hear her over the music inside. “You...attack and attack and attack in much the same way. It’s...it’s reckless.” 

“It...works though,” Adrien said, suddenly defensive. “We haven’t lost a single fight...my partner and me, I mean. Every akuma we’ve fought against, we’ve beaten.” 

“At what cost?” Kagami asked quietly. “I may be new to this city but after...after Riposte, I spoke with Ms. Cesaire. You do not always escape unscathed, do you?” 

Adrien seemed to stiffen, averting Kagami’s probing gaze. 

“Is victory really worth your own safety?” Kagami asked. 

“Yes,” Adrien said quietly. “If it means she...if Ladybug is safe, we can still win.” 

“You have that much faith in her,” Kagami said, studying Adrien’s expression. It wasn’t a question; he was either suicidal in his bravery or had unwavering faith in his partner. “Does she feel the same about you?” 

Adrien was quiet for a long time, staring into the flickering cityscape beneath him. 

“She trusts me...and cares about me,” Adrien said slowly, as though forcing something unpleasant out of his throat. “But...not in the same way.” 

The way Alya had spoken of Chat Noir and Ladybug, one would think Paris’ superhero team were partners in more than just crime-fighting. Alya would no doubt pay a king’s ransom to break the news that “LadyNoir” would never come to fruition, if Adrien was to be believed. 

“Pity,” Kagami said with a small shrug. “I’m sure there are plenty of girls who would gladly let Paris’ bravest wear their favors.” 

“Thought I was the most reckless?” Adrien laughed, shaking his head. 

“You are,” Kagami said with a small chuckle. “But still...I have never faced someone who was so brazenly...fearless. I am so used to fighting more...conservative fencers. I confess that fighting you was-” 

The tip of Adrien’s foil sailed past her ear, barely parried by her guard. Her heart thudded in her ear as for the first time in a very long time, Kagami felt the thrill of the possibility of failure. 

“-breathtaking.” 

iv

[kkura-chans]

kkura in fearless blue 💙

[oosteven-universe]

Betty The Slayer Mitchell #2

Betty The Slayer Mitchell #2 Markosia 2018 Created, Written & Lettered by Alex Giles Illustrated by Oscar Perez (Ka de oki) Coloured by Vicente Cpadvila (Tiko Capdevila)     In issue #2 of Betty ‘The Slayer’ Mitchell, we catch up with Betty and new companion Ronald as they continue to eliminate monsters and beasts that are the scourge of our world. In the good old U.S. of A. Betty and Ron’s relationship continues to grow as they battle with the nightmare that is The Mothman!     There are those series who on the surface resemble something else and two things happen one is that you are intrigued so you flip through it to see what it’s like or you think let’s see how much they ripped off that franchise. Either way I hope that got you to give this a try, if now perhaps I can help you decide that this is worthy of your attention.  Trust me when I say this is as good as anything you are going to find on stands today!      The opening here is great as it gives Alex this opportunity to bring us some of Betty’s past, upbringing, and help us get to know her just a tad better. That’s not to say we learn everything, no there is still plenty of that left to explore but we get a really nice look at how and why she is perhaps as fearless as she seems. Also the black & white artwork denoting the flashback was nicely done as well though I wouldn’t always rely upon that tactic as it is too expected and the writing, character and premise is anything but expected.     I am enjoying the way that this book is structured it has a very good ebb & flow to it so what we see here feels natural. Natural as in occurs within the realm of life that’s familiar to real life. That of course only applies to the way the book flows because well I would be so lucky to be out at a bar where a real life Popeye was hitting on me. I mean good grief Charlie Brown that whole exchange was fun as fun can be! Actually it served more than that purpose as it also showed us what Ronald is made of and I have to admit that I am more than little impressed by the young man. Alex does an excellent job with the characterisation and tying that into the story at hand through both actions and words.     I am really appreciating the interior artwork here as well. There is some seriously good linework going on here as we see in the facial lines and the muscles of the characters. The Mothman is something that visually is both beautiful and scary as hell and then there is the rest of the outdoors scenery which is utterly spectacular. The way we see the light source and how we see the grass, trees and even dirt alongside this monstrous creature ignites the readers imagination in some truly wonderful ways. The utilisation of the page layouts and how we see the angles and perspective in the panels shows off a really solid eye for storytelling. I am so thrilled with the way backgrounds are utilised here as well.     These are pretty much one and done issues. While the story of Betty and Ronald continues throughout them all so we get to see their characters grow and evolve. Not to mention that we also get to see a wider variety of creatures to be found. I love this direction that they are taking and along the way we see that Betty’s unique friends throughout the world have given her objects that are as foreign and magical at this time. Actually I now want to see her and Tesla have an adventure together and should their relationship survive Ronald as well. ​     It is companies such as Markosia that really allow for both creators and readers to come together in some bloody marvellous ways.  

[notoriously-blonde]

I did a thing... hopefully you don’t mind. I couldn’t help myself.

(It isn’t fleshed out, and is mostly a Drabble-ish thing. But I needed to get this out)

[also, I changed the “D*** you” to S”crew you”, because, I personally, am not comfortable with writing it out. Or even thinking it. Sorry.]

Heartbeats:

A blade based akuma, the first. Mothman Hawkmoth has stepped up his game. It takes a long while for LB and CN to find its weakness and formulate a plan. They aren’t able to get away and get temps, since the akuma would surely shred either of them if left alone. So, they stay together, watching each other’s backs.

Then, Chat spots an opening, and darts forward, adrenaline spiking beyond normal human capacities, as he weaves around the projectiles.

When he gets close, he lunges, baton extended, and he slams into the akuma, tacking it to the ground and pinnings it’s arms with his baton, the rest of his body pinning the rest of the akuma.

LB comes forward and grabs the possessed item, letting the victim revert to a civilian. When Chat stands up, the adrenaline crashes, and he winces, whimpering at the pain throughout his body.

LB looks at him, tears in her eyes, shoulders drawn up and tense, lips pursed in a frown. A frown be doesn’t like,

“Ladybug?” He questions, the pain escaping his mind.

She reaches up, her expression softening as she lays her hands on his jaw.

“Lady-“

She cuts him off by, with blinding speed, she slips her hands from his jaw, and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling herself to him, crushing herself against him. He goes stiff. “You stupid cat!” She almost yells, though her voice waivers.

“You scared me to death...” her voice is softer now, terrified.

“Screw you...” She says, softly, burying her face in his shoulder.

At this, he nuzzles into her embrace, smiling softly, closing his eyes.

He really did scare her huh? Fearless, unimaginably brave Ladybug, scared because he did what needed to be done to take down the akuma?

... Maybe he should change the way he sees her... she’s human, she has fears.

“Sorry.” He whispers, tentatively wrapping his arms around her.

They stay this way before ladybug finally activated her restoration, and then quickly turns back to crush him in a hug again, for another 5 minutes.

When they depart, tears are still in Ladybug’s eyes, but she smiles.

he did something reckless again

[w0lfwren]

i just got rid of a giant ass moth from my bedroom and i’m so scared of moths and it’d 1am and i nearly cried

[blogparanormalexpresso2stuff]

Nick Redfern (08-16-16) Women in Black! Cohorts of the MIB

Published on Jan 25, 2017

You’ve heard of the Men in Black, but what about the Women in Black? Just like their creepy male counterparts, the WIB will stop at nothing to silence those who get too close to the truths behind the UFO phenomenon and paranormal activity. Dire warnings, intimidation, and menacing death threats are their cold-hearted calling cards. Like the vampires of old, these black-clad, pale-faced women prefer to do their hunting by night. Their prey: us. Women in Black is the first, full-length study of the WIB mystery. The story is a dark and disturbing one. It encompasses such issues as alien abductions, Mothman, strange and unearthly monsters, the secrets of alchemy, time-travel, and the dark domain of all things supernatural. Fearless and fearsome, the Women in Black just might be your worst nightmare. Nick Redfern is the author of 38 books on UFOs, lake-monsters, the Roswell UFO crash, zombies, and Hollywood scandal, including Men in Black, Chupacabra Road Trip, The Bigfoot Book and Close Encounters of the Fatal Kind. Nick has appeared on many TV shows, and he lectures on these subjects around the world. He can be contacted at: http://nickredfernfortean.blogspot.com