#cryptid theory

[hairmetal666]

Six months. For six months Steve has been listening to this radio show and not ever one time did he expect to hear the host, Eddie Munson, growl out the words “Hawkins, Indiana," but here they are. The name said.

Steve stops the car dead in the middle of the road, can’t hear anything aside from the radio show host listing Hawkins facts in his sonorous voice.

He should have known. Like rationally, he should have considered it a possibility that Hawkins might come up on this late night talk radio show called Hellfire about monsters, cryptids, folklore. 

It’s just. He thought. Hawkins hadn’t exactly made national news, and what had was about a toxic gas leak and a government coverup, not exactly this show’s focus. 

But enough, apparently. Obviously. 

Eddie starts talking about the disappearance of Will Byers, and Steve lays his head on his steering wheel, tries to ignore the way his hands tremble. 

For six months Hellfire brought him comfort and companionship as he roams the dark street of Hawkins on what Robin calls his patrols. It’s not like he can sleep, not anymore, so what better to do than make sure everyone is safe? That there’s no signs of the Upside Down? That the gates are still closed? 

Hellfire has been his companion through it all and now—now—

Eddie’s talking about the Department of Energy, MK Ultra, a fake body in the quarry. 

He could turn it off. Or better yet, go home. But he sits in his car out by Lover’s Lake and he listens to Eddie detail the rumors and speculation. Listens to the callers who share their two cents and conspiracy theories—none close to the truth. 

The thing is. He’s become—fond of Eddie, of Hellfire. He doesn’t care about cryptids, isn’t interested in Big Foot, but he was captivated by Eddie. Not just him, though, it’s the whole thing with his producer, Gareth, and his two other best friends who pop in from time to time. They’re funny, nerdy, love that dork game the kids play. And if the low resonance of Eddie’s voice makes him a little melty? Well, that’s between him and 3am. 

Steve calls in, sometimes. Has called in. Just, you know, once a week or so. It's not like he knows anything about the monsters, but he asks questions, likes to listen to Eddie talk no matter if he understands.

They finish with a caller and Eddie says, "unfortunately, we'll probably never know what happened."

And Gareth cuts in to say, "Hawkins is only an hour a way. You know. If you find that interesting."

"What are you saying, Gar?" Eddie asks. "That we should go?" He laughs.

"Why not? We could do our own investigation. Maybe we'll find something the authorities don't want us to."

"Hmm, what do you think, listeners? Should we don our adventurer caps and head into the unknown?"

He doesn't remember putting the car into drive, but he knows he's speeding toward the little two-pump gas station on the edge of town and the deserted pay phone there.

The line beeps and beeps when he dials. He tries again and again, until finally there's a click, and Eddie's radio voice booming in his ear.

"Thank you for calling Hellfire," he laughs, manic. "You're--

"You can't go to Hawkins," he interrupts.

"Sweetheart," Eddie croons. "Haven't heard from you in a while. How are you?"

"I'm Fine. Stay out of Hawkins."

"You gotta ease into it a little, baby. Little small talk first."

"Eddie..."

"What do you know about Hawkins?"

"N--nothing. I've heard bad things about it. Cops."

"Cops," Eddie snorts. "I'm not afraid of Hawkins PD. Are you calling because you're worried for my well-being, sweetheart?"

"Yes." Steve doesn't hesitate.

"You're my favorite listener, you know that?"

"I'm being serious."

"It's cute."

"It's a really bad idea to go to Hawkins."

"Do you know what's funny? You didn't know what a chupacabra was, but you know about Hawkins."

"I--" he swallows. "Have specific interests."

Eddie laughs. "What do you know about Hawkins?"

"Nothing," too quick.

"Are you lying to me?"

"I can't say."

"You just keep getting more and more mysterious."

"Please, stay away. It's--there are things, people--you don't want their attention. Just, please. Trust me."

"I'll agree on one condition. Tell me how you know this."

"I can't," he whispers. "That's why you need to trust me."

"What's stopping you?"

He flashes back to an interrogation room, Hopper's stern face, the even sterner ones of the government agents, the four-inch high stack of papers to sign, again and again and again.

"NDAs."

Dead silence on the other line until Eddie asks, "wait, PLURAL?" excitement spikes through the speakers.

That's when Steve hears the distant click down the line, knows it isn't him or Eddie, knows--

The line goes dead.

"Fuck."

He goes straight to the cabin. It's late enough in the morning now that he's unsurprised to see the glowing ember of a cigarette near the porch steps.

"What'd you do, kid?" Hopper asks when Steve gets out of his car.

"Called into a radio show about monsters."

The chief sighs, drops his hands to his sides, muttering. The crunch of gravel way up the long drive has them both turning.

"Guess we're in for a long day." Hopper stomps out his cigarette.

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Steve isn't allowed to listen to Hellfire anymore. Is forbidden from calling in. And he gets it, okay, he knows. He said too much on the radio, but he hopes that he didn't get Eddie in trouble, that they don't try to come to Hawkins.

He gets a late start on his patrols one night. Took the kids to the movies, caved within minutes when they begged to go for ice cream after, Robin giving him a fond eye roll when he stops.

It's late, summer sun set for hours already, and he's driving on backroads behind the lab. And it's been--it's been a few weeks, okay, since the last call, long enough that he's stopped thinking Eddie will show, so when he sees the van on the side of the road--when he sees the van he doesn't stop right away.

It's tan and white or maybe grey, old, from the 70's or something; spiky black lettering on the side. It says Hellfire.

Steve slams on the breaks so hard the tires squeal, car skidding. He parks haphazardly on the side of the road, only grabbing a flashlight before hurling himself into the woods.

He figures Eddie and the guys will be easy to find, bumbling through unfamiliar forest, but minutes pass with nothing but his own feet crushing through the underbrush. He's afraid to yell, afraid it will draw the wrong kind of attention, but he does a kind of hoarse whisper, knowing it's not enough.

There's a small rock formation that he skirts past, mind everywhere but on his surroundings. He hears a rustle, he thinks, turns, and in the space of a breath, collides with something distinctly solid, warm, and judging by the pained grunt, human.

"Fuck. Gareth?" A very familiar voice asks.

"Eddie??" He responds. His fingers scrabble for his flashlight, illuminating the leaf strewn forest floor and some nearby tree roots.

A beam of light illuminates his chest and face, forcing his eyes down. "Who are you?"Eddie demands.

Steve finally grabs his flashlight, points it at Eddie's middle. Has a second to take in his long, curly hair, his cut-off t-shirt, pale skin and the swirl of inky black tattoos. "I'm--I--I called into your show. I--I told you not to--"

"Oh," Eddie's breath hitches. "Sweetheart. You said not to come to Hawkins and then you--you--" He blinks, seems to struggle to find words. "I didn't expect you to be so beautiful."

He smiles. "i--your show, I loved it. I miss listening to you. I miss--" He takes a step, closes the distance. Eddie smiles and it grips something in his stomach, doesn't let go.

Over Eddie's shoulder, there's a flash of movement, catches in Steve's periphery. It's an unfurling, an opening, there's a shine of saliva, teeth.

His heart stops.

"Eddie--"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Run."

[birdiegray01]

Duke is super funny because imagining the first few times he went out during the day is hilarious. Criminals trying to get away with shit during the day before night comes then all of a sudden the lights around them are blinding and then bam their knocked out. The criminals wake up and like “wtf happened” and the cops are just like “yeah so The Signal caught you.” and the criminals just go “THE FUCKING BAT SIGNAL??!” Anyway love Duke and i bet he’s endlessly entertained by the day shift.

[captainzigo]

toxic arcade cabinet yaoi

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Modern day YouTube au where Xie Lian is infamous on the internet for his catastrophic cooking channel.

[fribblr]

Haven't been active for a minute but I finished my Photoshop project for class !! Super happy with how it came out ^_^

[spectralseekerscarlett]

DOGMAN

The Dogman is a cryptid that has been reported primarily in the United States, particularly in Michigan, Wisconsin, and other parts of the Midwest. It is described as a bipedal, wolf-like creature with the body of a man and the head of a dog or wolf. Here are some detailed points about the Dogman: 

Origins and History: The legend of the Dogman dates back to Native American folklore, but it gained widespread attention in the late 20th century. One of the earliest modern reports came from Michigan in 1887. The story was popularized by a song called "The Legend" by Steve Cook, which aired on a Michigan radio station in 1987.

Physical Description: Witnesses describe the Dogman as standing around 6 to 7 feet tall, with a muscular build and covered in fur. Its eyes are often reported to glow, and it has sharp teeth and claws. The creature is said to walk on two legs, though it can also run on all fours.

Behavior and Sightings: Sightings of the Dogman often describe it as a nocturnal creature that is elusive and shy, yet potentially aggressive if provoked. Many encounters occur in rural or forested areas. Witnesses have reported seeing the Dogman crossing roads, lurking near homes, or even peering into windows.

Explanations and Theories: There are several theories about what the Dogman could be. Some believe it is a misidentified animal, such as a large dog or wolf. Others think it could be a hoax or an urban legend fueled by mass hysteria. Cryptozoologists suggest it might be an undiscovered species or a relic population of prehistoric creatures.

Cultural Impact: The Dogman has become a part of local folklore and has been featured in various media, including books, documentaries, and television shows. It has a dedicated following among cryptid enthusiasts and paranormal investigators. The Dogman remains one of the more mysterious and intriguing cryptids, with ongoing reports and investigations keeping the legend alive.

[canadiancryptid]

hey so I know chapters 3 + 4 just came out but looking at the code and I may have found something I CANNOT find in-game?

There isn't one for King, but... chapter 5 might be in the flower shop? Just a hunch.

[phoenixcatch7]

Wayne doll house: demon children.

Idea: each of the batkids is theorised to have a different origin.

Thing is, there's so many of them. The oldest is actually the youngest in body. It seems to be able to share memories with those who follow. It changes design right before a new bat appears.

The hero in the town over is definitely one of them, but what's it doing over there?? Asking just gets non-answers.

What happened to the ones that the Joker tried to destroy? One - the oldest and smallest - came back, but different, whereas the other - the purple and orange one - came back for a while and then vanished again for good.

None of them seem to age??

The first, smallest, oldest, it seemed to be some sort of circus performer? It gave its acrobatics to the blue one when it arrived, grew clever and defensive. It gave that to the skull headed red one, focused on technology and detective work after the Incident. Then again, and again, and one time even the bat changed along with it, but though the bat returned to normal the little Robin didn't, and now it's just as stabby and creative as it is small and creepy.

It's a good sort of creepy now, after over a decade of beating up bad guys and comforting victims, Gotham has gotten used to it, but outsiders don't much like it.

The justice league have a different opinion.

They know, or at least can observe, that the... Souls? Brains? Programs? Switch around, that it's not memories but persons that bring the new bats to life.

They just don't know where batman gets them. The new one, especially, is very circumspect.

For all this talk of the blood son, all the bats calling it demon child with varying levels of fondness, the way batman doesn't deny the claims...

Thing is the bat doesn't have blood. Everyone's well aware of this by now. Whatever sulpheric black tar he and the bats leak probably-certainly isn't blood, or at least... Not anything with dna.

So... What blood?? If not the bat's, why does it tie the newest mind of Robin to him?

Captain marvel is the first to think of an idea.

A blood child of a demon for a blood ritual for a demon.

Constantine and Zatanna second the notion - it's perfectly possible. Reasonable, even. The bat admitted himself he had no way to procreate the way humans did, nor any interest in doing so. Wanting a legacy was perfectly normal.

Except he already had, what, seven, eight, nine kids? He loved all of them, it was clear, and he'd always seemed happy with them. He'd even sighed over how many he had, had rebuffed the teasing about getting more. The new Robin mind had been a surprise to everyone, and the old one in a new body had been a little salty about it.

So the new theory was that batman hadn't decided to get a new Robin. Maybe the old mind had been ejected unwillingly! It had happened at roughly the same time batman had gotten a new personality - maybe the incidents were related?

But if batman hadn't done the ritual... Who had?

Who would do something like that???

Cultists. Cultists would do something like that. But giving the bat a son unwillingly seemed... A very odd goal, even for that type.

So... Had they messed up? Had they tried to summon the bat with a blood sacrifice ritual, and summoned a demon instead? Had it partially worked? Was the bat susceptible to demon summonings?? Did the summoning damage his own mind/consciousness/soul in some way, and that led to the creation of the new demon child while the bat changed until he'd healed????

How kind of batman to take it in!

Tldr; the league thinks Robin V is a demon born/created through a failed summoning ritual involving blood sacrifice that made batman like puns until he healed. The truth is the canon events of Damian arriving at the manor only for b to get tossed into the time stream, becoming the Robin to nightwing-batman while Tim, who is much less annoyed about it than canon, focuses on getting him back. Lmao.

[agentof-chaos]

We're all aware of the common thing in fanfics where Tim uses Bear as a nickname for Bernard, but I feel like we should give Tim a similar nickname.

I suggest Moth, cause his full first name is Timothy, and if you drop the first two letters and the last letter, you're left with "moth," and I think that's really cute.

Bear and Moth

[r0semultiverse]

Okay; so, this was an Ice Prince Finn scarecrow!

[weirdbabs]

thinking about that theory that peekaboo is a sliver of the wight in the locker, and how maybe that means it maintains a sort of connection to the other part and would be able to see part of what it sees and FUCK. FUCK. I JUST REALIZED IT ONLY KNEW HOW TO SAY PEEKABOO WHEN THEY FIRST MET. OVER AND OVER. HIDING ITS FACE WITH LITTLE HANDS. ALMOST LIKE

IT WAS PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK

[localcryptidinthewoods]

aphverse theory time because i need tangiable proof that i thought of this first okay

i came up with this theory back in like 2018-2019, although this is my first time discussing it outside of close friends so bear with me

so, i believe within the aphmau cinematic universe, there is a multiverse, and that it is all connected. frankly, this is already confirmed canon. we know minecraft diaries and mod mod world, specifically void paradox, are connected because laurance ended up in void paradox.

we know mcd and mystreet are connected because irene herself confirms it

and we know that mod mod world and mystreet are connected because The Void is present in both of them

i believe that in s7 all of these timelines, universes and stories are all going to line up and be referenced. nostalgia factor, story factor, idk !!

i personally think the big three are mod mod world / void paradox, mystreet and minecraft diaries, however, i would not be surprised if the tales series, dreams of estorra and various other mini series also make a canon appearance.

i think all of these variants are going to interact with eachother, or merge ( explained below in a more detailed way w an alternate ending ), and all of these versions interacting with one another will play a huge part in s7 and how the story works.

this is where the theory gets more loosey goosey, and less certain, and based on more recent information, but due to the nature of how the celestial canon works + magic + reincarnations + WHATEVER, theres a chance alot of these character souls are going to be merged together to create one supreme universe, so mcd aph + mys aph + mod mod world aph = one aph for example, with this specific pathway this is what would then grwat aphsmp or cocomau as we know it. i’m not too fond of this ending personally, however, i do feel like it is a possibility.

sorry if this dosent make a lot of sense kinda wrote it in a hurry after bringing it up to a friend LMAO

[sadcabbages]

Actually I think Bill is equally of a monsterfucker than Ford cause imagine you're attracted to this....THING that has like....SO many sides and in a 3D space you couldn't imagine

This is also why aus where Bill didn't destroy his home are so funny to me cause like imagine you're a euclydian and this weird ass dude is just like "No no you HAVE to believe me I have a boyfriend you just can't comprehend him no I SWEAR dude"

[sliceoflifebear]

Cryptid conspiracy theory!

I was watching a cryptid video and realized this.

Flatwoods Monster and Mothman are the same entity.

Both located in West Virginia only a 2 hour drive apart (shorter for flight) Flatwoods W.V. and Point Pleasant W.V.

Both described at tall and dark creatures with glowing red eyes.

“But one doesn’t have wings”

What if mothman had its wings tucked behind it and thus, formed what looked like F.M. Headpiece/frame? Or what if F.M. Frame could stretch out and look like wings?

“But F.M looked more metallic.”

MOLTING!! What if it was a hard shell that is similar to metal and Mothman is the form underneath!?!? Maybe it was a cocoon?

Thus, with not researching anything else or looking over any potential evidence, these two cryptids are the same.

But that’s just a theory….A CRYPTID THEORY!!!

Kthxbye

[hermitw]

poll here in case u don't want to read the rest bc it's a heavy topic

I'm blaming (thanking) @thepersonperson for changing my brain chemistry, specifically by saying Sukuna is disabled. it's like we've been distracted from this observation in canon, with the way he's always objectified, a cursed object or perfection - was Gojo the most normal here? when he told Yuuji that Sukuna was a person, a long time ago.

Sukuna accidentally healing Yuuji's other hand should have given it away, that Sukuna was constantly running RCT through his whole body or it was automated to go where it needed to.

so it's clear that Sukuna does not like being touched, (never in life is okay with physical contact, outside of martial arts). doesn't remember his childhood. called himself an unwanted child, only speculated on his mother starving.

we've tried to guess Sukuna's trauma before, based on history at the time (slavery, forcibly removed from his home, csa by a religious mentor, etc) - but I can't recall an analysis on medical trauma. which makes Sukuna's personality make perfect sense to me.

what are the chances that some doctor would have tried to remove his second set of arms, chip away at his face? and Sukuna in a desperate state like Gojo, learned to use RCT to grow his own hands back. and might have killed whoever did this to him. maybe his mother was there and he left her and her memory behind. idk.

some of the characters (Ash from Banana Fish, Laura Palmer (in her secret diary) but especially Lucy/Nyu from Elfen Lied) that I feel sukuna could relate to most have medical trauma, as well, and there can be a huge overlap between that and CSA in how a victim copes, in the loss of autonomy and consent not informed nor asked for. like, a child can experience textbook SA but no one bats an eye because it's a medical procedure and they're not even spoken to, not even treated as a person. (there are countless examples, I'm especially thinking about the horror stories of VCUG and forced assimilation of intersex people, unnecessary surgeries performed on minors who can't consent or want the procedures.) the whole thing with asking Sukuna if he has 2 dicks? oh, and if these so-called safe, trusted adults can do that and watch as it happens? then no one is safe. it can easily lead to a life of trust no one, of fear and paranoia especially over medical issues, along with this (mysterious, especially if the trauma has all been blacked out) fascination and horror.

the belief that he isn't human could be rooted in this. Sukuna doesn't seem the type to believe anything just because it's been said by another person.

I still need to write the post on Sukuna having DID - I wanted to wait until reading the manga again, but might just post the evidence I can think of offhand for now. actually, sukuna might be the best representation of DID in fiction. [edit: it's here]

you can be proud of me for not blaming kenjaku but I have to suggest: kenjaku trades no more doctors for let me turn you into a cursed object when you're dead.

and Sukuna mummifies himself to death, to ensure that Kenjaku stays out of his body.

at this point I'm wondering if Sukuna were inspired by the jersey devil. cursed child, two faces, once human, the fallen one, can fly/double jump, did Sukuna's CE kill the doctors and he ran away?

idk man, I was just writing a fic where Sukuna heals from his trauma with the jersey devil and in my research. I forgot about the midwife murder qkdjajxjwks ok that's all I think bye.

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