#cryptozoology basics

[labete-du-gevaudan]

An Endling is the last known member of a species or subspecies. The death of an endling means the end of the species as a whole. The word was supposedly coined by Robert Webster in the mid 1990s. The term is used by museums and in writing, however, it still does not have an entry in The Merriam-Webster Dictionary. Robert Webster tried his best to get the word into the dictionary before his death in 2004.

One of the most famous endlings was Benjamin, the last known thylacine, who died in the Hobart Zoo on September 7th, 1936. It is actually not known if the animal's true name was Benjamin, but that is what is usually used. Some stories state that Benjamin died from neglect rather than old age, having been left in its outside enclosure in the cold overnight. While others disregard this, as the last known thylacine would have been incredibly valuable and important to the zoo.

Other notable endlings are:

- Martha, the last passenger pigeon, who died on September 1st, 1914.

- Lonesome George, the last Pinta Island tortoise, who died on June 24th, 2012.

- Booming Ben, the last Heath Hen, who was last seen on March 11th, 1932.

- Turgi, the last known Partula turgida, a type of Polynesian tree snail, who died on January 31st, 1996.

[gardenstateofmind]

i feel so understood seeing all the comments on that last post saying that any major conspiracy theories are terrible and unacceptable, truly these are my people :')

[labyrinthofcrystals]

I'm a genius when it comes to making up ship names

[hapalopus]

I don't believe it's possible to really practice cryptozoology without engaging in colonialism. You are imposing a western (usually Anglocentric) materialist worldview and language onto the traditions, beliefs, and lives of people who hold no colonial power. Doesn't matter if it's "sasquatch" (originally a Sts'ailes word for human people who lived in the woods, away from society; in its first ever print usage it was specifically used about dark skinned people), yeti (an allegorical/spiritual figure in Tibetan folklore which was specifically not meant to be found by virtue of being an allegorical/spiritual figure), mothman (a convenient scapegoat for the incredibly irresponsible cost-cutting measures that led to a structurally unsound bridge which killed 46 people in one of America's most impoverished regions, which still, to this day, sees some of the highest cancer rates in the entire country due to their local government and mining companies' disregard for the wellbeing of the land and citizens), or basically any other "cryptid." Some of the only cryptids that can be pursued without enacting colonialism are Alien Big Cats, and even then you have to ask yourself... what series of events led to rich white brits acquiring wild cats from India and Subsaharan Africa.

[thepinkdreamganjaqueen]

The Problem With Portals

Stiles Stilinski x Supernatural Fem!Reader

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Summary: Y/N is new to beacon hills but not new to constantly having to move. She only hopes for temporary stability and kindness from others when her past begins to catch up with her as it always does. Will she explain herself to the boy she's gotten the attention of, or will she move again to avoid destruction? (Characters in college)

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, piv, unprotected sex, breeding, begging, obsession, groping, angst, oral (m recieving), mentions of mental health struggles, mentions of violence, mentions of abuse, mentions of SA, mentions of NonCon, swearing, self-doubt, fem!reader, romantic smut, fluff

A/N: Coming back to rewatch MTV's Teen Wolf and falling in love with Stiles all over again so we had to do a smutty fic. It's heavily inspired by my love of fairy lore and cryptozoology as a whole... and of course... Stiles. Duh! Thinking of void Stiles as well. More to come, stay tuned. Please, enjoy!! And as always, i love all the support and appreciate all the interaction!! Cheers!

Word Count: 8k

THE PROBLEM WITH PORTALS

Walking into class late was the worst. You knew everyone's eyes would be drawn to you. Especially when you're the new girl, and not just the new girl, the creepy loner new girl with a sketchy checkered past who is also a supernatural being. So that's cool.

You could hear the other people snicker and whisper behind your back. The rumors they created in the absence of knowledge just basic human nature. They'd say you kept moving because you're violent, that you set your last school on fire, and that you were a killer. It wasn't your job to make them smarter, to explain yourself in any way. You liked it this way. If they thought you were unapproachable, it saved you time. No attention, no trouble. Trouble is what you've been trying to avoid, hence the reason you had to move. Again.

This was the second school this year. You had already grown tired of trying to make friends long ago after years and years, nor connections of any kind. There was no way for you to know if it was ever genuine anyway. Every man, student, and faculty member alike pined for you. The women hated you because their crushes and boyfriends' attention was always lured away. You were deemed a slut even though you never spent more than a few months at any school, not long enough to even get comfortable talking to someone let alone sleep with them. It was no fault of your own, just a by product of who you were.

Unfortunately for you, your secrets weren't as simple as the others had postulized. You wished you were "kicked out of your last school for inciting violence." However, that wasn't actually the case, just what's written on the transcripts. No, the male population went berserk fighting over who would get you as if you were a prize to be won. It caused a fire to erupt from the violence that ensued. The school was going to blame you anyway, but you moved once again due to the pressing dangers.

They were drawn to you, wanting to posses you. Their eyes void of emotion, just blank. You felt like you were being hunted every day of your life. No one could ever know or understand your truth. Your family wasn't like other families. You felt you stood out like a sore thumb. You did everywhere you went. Why would Beacon Hills be any different?

Your presence caused chaos amongst men. An incomprehensible obsession like a trance would take over, drawn helplessly to you. It led to trauma from your past. Men had tried to kidnap you, assault you, or worse, try to kill you if they couldn't have you. Always controlled by some unknown urge you didn't even understand. Friends, teachers, doctors, neighbors, if they were human, they couldn't resist your pull. It was a curse. You just wanted to be normal, to live a normal life. Have friends, go on dates, to know what it's like to have something in common with someone... anyone. Scarier even were the creatures that hunted those like yourself. Wanting to steal you vitality, your essence, and use you as a conduit between worlds. An ever-present fear.

Your mother had told you about the creatures of the woods and the woods themselves before her untimely passing, and the part it plays in your identity. "Y/N," she said. "We were born to the trees. We live our lives amongst them while we're here. That's why you love nature. it's within you as a nymph to be drawn home. The trees are the closest we can get for now. " She went on to explain that the reason why human men suffer this fatal attraction to them is because they are not of this realm. Their beauty alone is too powerful for this world. It's unnatural. The things a Fae is calable of here are just survival traits in their natural realm and too much for humans to bear. They are rendered helpless, weak, and unable to understand their urge. But the window to their plane was closed long ago. Your mother was long gone, no family to speak of. You only had your deity guardian. She spoke in riddles and had become increasingly weak to the point that you were now her caregiver. It was hard. She was all you had, all you knew, the only true protector. As a nymph cursed to the mortal coil, it caused so many divides in your life. You stopped trying to please anyone, stopped trying to have relationships, whether platonic or romantic. You did your best not to be perceived. Easier said than done when you are late to class and have to walk in front of everyone.

You walked down the aisle, avoiding prying eyes, holding your books close to your chest as you chose a seat near the back. It was only your first week here, and already you could feel this place was different. Still, your problems always seemed to follow. Not just the unwanted attention, but the missing time and missing memories, waking up in the woods, people disappearing, and the mushrooms and flowers that sprouted at your feet as you walked, creating cirlces in the mulch. You were always quick to make sure they never encirlced you. It always left you worse off, made you dizzy, feeling like you were torn between two worlds, neither here nor there. Still not truly understanding what it all meant.

As you took a seat in the back, an announcement came over the loud speaker. It said something about missing persons and the power of numbers and a possible curfew to be updated by the sheriff. It was starting again. Two boys sitting in front of you spoke in hushed voices in what seemed like a serious conversation. You couldn't help but overhear. "That's two this week, Scott!" The boy on the left said. "I told you it was something! But its different this time, theres no trace of them, its something new." He stole a glance looking over his shoulder, catching your gaze before returning to his conversation. You quickly shot your eyes down. He was remarkable. He had a lean build, brown hair with a buzz cut, and deep brown eyes that burned a hole through you. His friend he was talking to 'Scott' he had said was of similar height, more athletic build with longer black hair, you couldn't see his face yet. Something about him was darker, though. You could sense it. You twirled a pencil on the desk pretending not to listen. "Stiles! Something you'd like to share with the class?" The professor interrupted. The boy who caught your gaze, Stiles, the teacher, had said, shook his head and stammered unexpectedly. "Uh no, no." The professor turned back to their lecture as he again turned to his friend in a hushed voice."I did some research on portals, and we gotta figure this out, man. i have an idea. Later." he whispered. His friend looked over his shoulder. A smoldering gaze caught your eye before he turned back to Stiles and nodded in affirmation. The gazes felt targeted, but you couldn't be sure it was just your default thought as your own mechanism of protection against others. Class continued on without much excitement. You wondered to yourself, who those guys were, aside from their names, how did they expect to find the missing students? They had no idea what they were dealing with. Although, a noble effort, you hadn't even managed to figure this out yet, or you'd be able to maybe stay in one place.

You rushed out of the back doors, avoiding the crowds using the front. You wandered over to your favorite reading spot for respite amongst the trees that lined the field. You walked past the lacross team, filling the open space. Equipment strewn everywhere as they practiced. You noticed two familiar faces from class earlier. Stiles and Scott were on the field. You sat in a pile of leaves, quickly encircled by oily caps, and babies' breath starting at your feet. You didn't mind. You were distracted today. The woods were a buzz, leaving your skin tingling. You couldn't lie to yourself, stiles had a certain air about him. Something you couldn't quite define, but drew you in nonetheless. You tried to shake the thoughts out of your head as you picked up your book but found yourself watching him again.

Of course, you always wanted a relationship, some kind of connection. Craved it for years and years, but it was never real. It was lonely. As much as you would push yourself from the thought and remiss to just being ok alone, a part of you still yearned for companionship for a somewhat social life in any form. What it must be like to have someone who sees you for you, who knows who you are in your heart and not what they see or can't understand. You watched as they one by one took turns shooting goals. Something about him, you thought. He looked at me but didn't see through me. His eyes didn't immediately glaze over into that half lidded trance of a stare. But he was human, you thought, what kind of human could resist that urge. You felt a mixture of shame and interest, wanting to know more, wanting to know why. You caught Stiles looking in your direction quite often. You chuckled when the coach called him out on it, demanding, "Keep your eyes on the prize, Stilinski, or you'll be back on the bench!" He seemed unphased by the coaches words only a quick head nod before pulling his mask back down and turning to aim.

After a while of watching, you were able to find the strength to zone out in your book. You were unsure how long you had been there, but the sun had already begun to set over the lining of the trees. You gathered your book bag and started making your way off the field. There were still a few people from the game lingering on the field as you neared to pass. You saw the two you had been watching from class earlier. Scott was sitting down on a bench, removing his safety gear while Stiles stood in front of him, holding his helmet with one hand and wildly gesturing with the other. Scott looked up to see you heading in their direction, book in hand clutched to your chest. He looked at Stiles and motioned toward you. Stiles immediately shot a look back and turned back to his friend. They both stopped speaking and watched as you passed. It made you feel nervous, but they didn't follow. You were thankful yet perplexed. Unusual behavior, not typical of what you were used to. It was nice in a way, but it made you question things a little more deeply.

Upon arrival at your home, you went to check on your guardian. She was in her room in a chair facing the window. She was like this every day. You thought you would try and speak with her today. Maybe get some answers about this place. "The woods here feel different." You spoke. "They feel electric almost, everytime i step within them, my skin buzzes and mushrooms and flowers grow around me, but not like before, the windows open right away! It's like, theres a power here I can sense but can't see. What is this place? Why did we move here?" You asked, hoping to get answers and not riddles. Something with meaning, something tangible bit knowing you wouldn't. "We came for the trees, dear." She said blissfully. "The trees and water that run through the woods in Beacon Hills is special to us. Revitalizes us and invigorates our true being. Beacon Hills is a place of much power. It draws to all supernatural creatures alike." She said without ever looking away from the window. "The claws, teeth, and scales of this place do not fear us. Isn't it nice?"

Your jaw nearly dropped. She spoke in a way that actually made sense to you. No riddles, full sentences. Her posture remained the same as well as the look on her face. But something was different. Perhaps it was the trees, perhaps it was this place? A hot spot for the supernatural? Was it somewhere you could stay? Where people weren't affected by us? As if reading your mind, she spoke once more. "They are the only ones who can tolerate us. Them, and sometimes those close to them who have opened themselves up to our world and have been touched by the other side. We still deal with present dangers from typical humans, so it's best to still keep a distance." The conversation ended abruptly with your guardian motioning to her bed. You helped her in, watching her gaze never leave the window.

You wished her a good night and headed to your room. Your mind weighed heavily on what she had said. Still, it changed nothing. People were still going missing. You knew it was because of the fairy rings that sprouted at your feet in the woods. It created the windows, the overlap of worlds, and people were walking in and not coming out. You didn't know how to stop it, never did. If this place was truly a supernatural persons territory. Perhaps there were those more knowledgeable than you on this. Perhaps there were others like you, nymphs who understood and controlled their reality, lest your guardian really started communicating. Something you didn't count on.

Your rest was tinged with excitement and anxiety. You could use this information to deduce who was a supernatural and who wasn't in a way. All you had to do was see how people reacted to your presence. It was all in the eyes. Those two boys in class, they had barely paid any attention to you, and your mind wondered what they could be. What kind of creatures inhabited Beacon Hills? Were they fae friendly? What if they found out the recent disappearances were because of you? How would they react? Would they help, or would they hunt you as well?

This morning, you skipped reading and headed straight for class sitting in the back again. As students poured in the class, you looked for the faces you had become familiar with but only saw one. Stiles entered and threw his bag down on the seat next to him in front of you. You pretended not to notice as he stole glances at you over his shoulder. You were in class, but he was studying you, your every move. As uncomfortable as this made you, it was nice as it wasn't paired with the crazy eyes that usually came with those glances. He seemed nice, a welcome feeling.

The professor announced that everyone needed to pair up. This was the worst. You would obviously rather work alone. Before even looking up from your textbook, the boy in front of you 'Stiles' turns around and speaks to you. "Wanna team up? Names Stiles by the way, " he said while turning in his seat and leaning a hand out over the back. You glanced at his face, then to his hand. A look of bewilderment must have crossed your face and been obvious as he immediately shrunk down and pulled his hand back, tightening his lips and shaking his head, mumbling something under his breath.

You had never seen reactions like this from men. They were always so confident in their approaches to you, running off pure pride with a gluttonous need for you. They way he acted was endearing. You felt your face soften as you tried to respond. "Im sorry, im just not used to people being nice to me. Im Y/N. You want to come sit here or me there?" He nearly fell out of seat at the words, frantically scrambling to grab his books and backpack to sit next to you. He did so in a huff before pulling his seat close and settling. You watched in amusement as he picked up items that fell in his haste. He was cute. You felt a smile touch your lips. How long had it been since you could smile? You thought.

After he had sat, he turned to you, saying, "I find it hard to believe no one's nice to you." he said in an awkwardly flirtacious way. "Really?" You say. "Have you not heard what people say about me? How certain people look at me?" His face went blank, and he looked away as if thinking of a response. He stammered. "Well, I think some people are bored... and being new and so uh... yeah... uh yeah, they're just you know, dumb." A smile crossed your face. "Wow, truer words have never been spoken," you chuckled sheepishly.

You two spent the rest of class working on an electrophoresis lab stealing glances at each other. The casing kept leaking buffer. You joked about the electric current, possibly shocking you, knowing it wouldn't. Electricity acted differently around you. Still, he took the lead, sensing your apprehension masked as a dark joke and carefully connected the currents. It was straightforward and pretty simple after that, yet you struggled with measurements for whatever reason. Perhaps it was molecule size. No matter what you thought. His presence was reassuring. He spoke kindly to you. You found yourself wanting to scoot closer but holding back. He was adorable, the way he focused when working sticking his tongue out as his thoughts coalesced into words on a page. You watched in admiration. You haven't liked a guy like this in so long, always avoiding that potential pain, not wanting to put yourself or others in danger again. There was just something different about him.

"So, i heard you talking with your friend yesterday about the missing students. What do you think happened?" His eyes widened, and you immediately felt intrusive. "Yeah, you uh, heard that, huh? Well, it's been sort of an 'ongoing' issue. My friends and I are just trying to get to the bottom of it before it's one of us, " he said while tapping his pencil to the desk, head cooked, and a thousand yard stare. "I hope you find them." You spoke thoughtfully in a hushed tone. You felt the weight of your words as they left your lips. You felt terrible, but knew there was nothing you could do except maybe move again. But you were starting to like it here. That was always the way it went. Even if this place did feel different.

You watched him, his mannerisms. Trying to figure out what he was, how he withstood the urge so many have around you. He fawned over you. Sure, you could tell he had an attraction. You could see it in how you made him act, how he reacted to you and around you. You had gotten really good at reading people. He was a bit harder to read just because you weren't used to this behavior, so far from the norm you had adjusted to for so long. After having dealt with false attraction many times before, you could tell he was genuine. This is just how he was. Silly, awkward, caring, and kind. It was refreshing. It almost felt unreal, the conversation flowed, and there were no innuendos or comments about your body or beauty. It was like a breath of fresh air. He was boisterous and cracked jokes. His humor dry, sometimes dark. You found yourself laughing, actually laughing with him. He was sweet, funny, charismatic even, and his smile made you melt.

It was tricky, knowing your nature, you could be just as entranced with the humans as they were with you, however dangerous it could be. But you could feel your longing within you like a being of its own, inhabiting your mind, body, and spirit. Begging for the day to see the light. That day so far, has not come. With age, that desire only grew, causing friction within the confines of your own mind.

The bell rang, and you gathered your things when his voice spoke out. "Hey, do you wanna come over after school today and study? Maybe work on some of this stuff? I could uh, really use the help." You examined his expression, feeling uneasy and not fully trusting his intentions. Yet, you found yourself nodding in agreement despite your ever-present worries and fears. His face remained as it did when he asked you, eye brows raised, lips parted, awaiting your response as he shifted his books in his hands and straightened his backpack straps. "Yeah? Ok, yeah." He said in surprise. "I live just a block over from you. Meet me after school?" A block from me? How did he know, did he follow you yesterday? You shrug your shoulders, pushing your thoughts back. "Sure sure," you mumble. As if sensing your trepedation, he blurted out, "My dads the sheriff. So, you dont have to worry or anything... if you are... worried," he fidgeted, turning his head rubbing his face in frustration as if he embarrassed himself. He avoided eye contact with you, and stammered when he spoke to you, perhaps your presence did make him uncomfortable, but it was in a way you haven't seen before, not in any type of hypnotized state. It intrigued you. You found yourself excited at the thought of a friend possibly, maybe more?

It felt intimate. He was inviting you to his home. Just you two. Was this a date? You'd never been on one, never being asked sincerely, so you always declined. It's easier to avoid disappointment, right? Especially if it could have led to your potential assault or possible death. There were creatures out there that wanted to kill people like you. Something you still didn't fully understand but remained aware of that potential danger. No one has ever wanted to spend time with you other than to possess you. You had to see what it was like and took full advantage of that opportunity. You thought, why not? His dads the sheriff, what's the worst that could happen? You didn't finish that thought because you already knew but hoped for a better outcome this time.

Stiles had handed you a folded note with four numbers scrawled across the inside. His home address he lamented. "Look for the blue jeep," he said as you left for home. You wanted to drop some things off before heading over. Make yourself presentable. You never wanted nor ever needed to dress any other way than comfortable. You weren't even sure you had anything that could be considered cute or attention getting. You changed, opting for a pair of black joggers, white sneakers, and a white tank top. The only thing you had that was somwhat revealing, but only in the way it fit your shape and peeked out with a bit of cleavage. Everything you owned was to avert the male gaze. You felt bold wearing it. You felt actually comfortable, not like the loose fabric you normally hung from your slender frame. You threw on a black pullover hoodie to cover yourself. Force of habit, plus, there were still people outside your home you would rather avoid. Knowing that loose clothing was a ruse, truly no one even needed to look at you to be pulled into your gravity. If you were close to them, they felt they needed you.

You walked over, breathing shallowly, not knowing what to expect, but a feeling of anticipation laced each step you took until you reached his front door. You reach a hand up while your mind second guessed whether you should be doing this or not. Your knuckles rapped on the wood four times. You took a step back to wait. You could hear Stiles somewhere inside yelling he was coming, followed by running steps that got louder as they crashed towards the door. The door swung open inwards, Stiles stood with his arm extended, out of breath but smiling.

You timidly raise a hand in a shy wave, feeling like you interruped him in the middle of something. "H-Hey. Come in." He led you through a hall to a room in the back on the left. His room presumably. He stepped in first clutching papers and books off the surface of his discheveled looking bed. "Sorry, I was trying to clean this all up before you got here," he said while trying to collect all the items at once. "That's ok," you respond. "Wow, you really do study a lot, huh?" You said. There were school books on his bed as to be expected, but there were a few interesting choice books you observed him quickly put away out of your view on a shelf behind him. "Weird World Compendium, Cryptozoology 101, and one titled Lycanthropy." Surely he didn't get those from the library. Perhaps it was some sort of project. You tried not to think too hard about it after what your guardian had said. This place was supernaturally charged. Maybe some humans were interested in that sort of thing. Although in your experience it's always been a topic that's more hush-hush.

You sat cross-legged in the spot on his bed he had cleared off and smoothed over for you. Settling in and opening your backpack to bring out your notebook. He sat next to you on the opposite side of the bed, legs outstretched as he placed a book and notes in his lap, searching through the papers. While he gathered his notes, you took the time to take off your hoodie, lifting your arms to pull it up off over your head. It pulled your hair tie out in the process. When you pulled it off fully, your hair covered your face, falling in long locks about your face. You brushed them away, smoothing your hair back as it fell to the sides of your face. You looked for your scrunchie in your hoodie where it must've gotten tangled. When you found it and went to put it on your wrist, you looked up to see him staring at you. A perplexed look tinged with want. It's as if he was looking at a beautiful deadly creature. Scared, yet highly intrigued. You watched his eyes scan your body until he met your eyes, and immediately, he turned beet red. You could feel your face flush as well. Both of you averted your gaze. Too self concious to address the tension in the air. So you both continued on studying like nothing happened. Engaging in light conversation and school talk. The actual studying only lasted a half hour.

You two went over your notes together quickly and then started talking. A few things that caught your attention that he said were about the woods, something about the history of the woods in Beacon Hills, super vague. Although he was cryptic as well, like there was some truth he was holding back. He asked about your move and why you chose Beacon Hills, "the weirdest place you could have chosen," he'd said. You told him your family who you stayed with moved a lot for work. A lie. You had no family, just your guardian, that and you would never truly divulge the reasoning. You'd sound insane to any somwhat sane person. Stiles seemed to be a sane person, a very hyperactive one, and a total smartass, but sane nonetheless. You enjoyed his energy, really, so you didn't want him not to like you. A thought you've never thought before. Perhaps he knew more than he let on. After all, he did talk about helping his friends find the people that went missing. You knew he wouldn't even know where to start unless he had some sort of supernatural inkling. Perhaps that's why he was able to still remain himself around you.

You stood to stretch, arching your back and sliding your hands down your backside as you did, trying to crack out a few knots from sitting on the bed. There was a large empty whiteboard in his room that was pretty hard to miss. Curiosity stole your attention away from him as you wanted to see what was on the other side, if anything. As he went to put his notes away, he looked up to see you flip the board. It was covered in intertwined strings, pictures, and what looked like newspaper clippings. It looked like complete chaos. You stepped closer to observe the images only to see a picture of you, images of the fairy rings, and old articles from schools you attended in the past. "Teen incites crowd violence at UNI leading to fire," one had read. Another stated, "At risk youth terrorizes fremont school district and local community" and "Local youth suspected in missing peoples case and 10 year cold case involving family disappearance." mentally, you remark at the headlines. They were all about you, your past, and they were not only wrong and super sensationalized, but outright mean you thought.

A look of worry and lost hope immediately plagued your features. Survival instinct kicked back in, and you were immediately aware of the bad decision you had made. Your heart began to race, and your palms got clamy. You could feel a low humm of electricity burning from within. He knew it was you, how easily you fell for it this time. Shame and fear filled the pit in your stomach. Stiles saw you remarking at his 'crime board'. He immediately went to try and grab the articles off to cover the evidence he had infact been following you. Researching your past. Why? Did he want you dead like some? The thoughts raced through your mind in a blur of negativity. Is that why he was asking the questions he was? Realistically, and even more painful, was the realization that he knew it was you or had something to do with you. The reason people were missing people he knew.

"No, no no no. It's not what it looks like. Just. Just let me explain," he insisted. You had turned to him with the article stating, "Menace linked to missing people," with tears welling in the corners of your eyes. It felt like betrayal. These feelings you were so used to and built yourself up to avoid, here again. Because you dropped your guard! "What are you?" You asked. "How are you like this? Are you a satyr? A changeling?!" You all but screamed at him. Fear, clear, and present in your voice. You were scared and hurt. He stood frozen looking at you, mouth agape. He tried to speak, unable to find the words. How could he be shocked at your reaction, you thought. The evidence was here, all of it, his research on you and the "portals" he talked to his friend about. It was embarrassing, demoralizing, and hurtful. "Uh-im..im a human being," he spoke in a broken sentence, unsure how to respond to that question. Human? How? How could he be, knowing what he knows? You look up from the article in your hand, tears streaming down your cheeks. Presented with everything you had tried so hard to get away from. "Why did you invite me here?" You spoke through breathy gasps. "I thought for once someone actually liked me. So I'll just go," you said in a hushed breath. You dropped the paper and turned for the door when you felt his hand on your arm.

"Dont go." He said defeatedly. You turned to face him, to confront him. "I-I do like you. Okay? I do. I just didn't know how to say it, to tell you, i'm scared." He said, stepping closer to you and grabbing your shaking hands. "Please let me explain." You looked up at him examiningly. Taking stock of his features, observing his body language. He appeared to be truly apologetic, especially when confronted with your tears. You quickly wiped them away, no weakness to be seen. "You do?" You said, seeking his validation and reassurance. "Why?" You asked. The question perplexed him. Why wouldn't anyone like you? They all did, well, only in that possessive way.

"Why?" He repeated, chuckling nervously as you tried holding his gaze. He would look down, then back seeing you were still looking into him."Yeah, why? You see all this about my past. People are disappearing around me, right? Why would you like me at all?" You questioned him. "Look, I can tell you put on a hard front, but when we were working together, I could see that wasn't who you were. I was cautious sure, a lot of crazy stuff happens here, you have no idea. I'm just trying to help my friends, I thought what I was doing was right, and I thought you could help." he said candidly. He spoke calmly and directly, unlike his usual cadence, taking your feelings seriously. "So what did you find out?" You ask him, gesturing to the board. Tone still firm yet softening. "That you're not what people say you are. That you are not those articles. And yes, youre fucking gorgeous". He gestured at you. "but youre kind, and... good."

His words poured over your fresh wounds like a pain killer. Numbing the hurt, a lovely feeling. You looked him in the eyes, a gaze he returned purposefully. "Im sorry i hurt you, it wasn't my intention, and I will take all the time you need to explain everything, you desrve that." The words he spoke were foreign to you. An apology. Bare minimum, but something you've never received in all your past traumas. Not once did anyone take the time to validate and quell your negative feelings they caused.

Without thought and acting upon pure emotion, you leaned in and kissed him. Pressing your lips hard to his. You pull away just as quickly. Too forward, too much you think to yourself. What have you done? You look to observe his face his reaction. His eyes still closed, and his lips still perched. After a moment, realizing you pulled away, he opens his eyes and looks down at you. Letting go of your hands he steps forward to you once more, leaving no space between you. He grabs your face a palm on either cheek and pulls you in for another kiss. Returning your affections heartily.

He pushes himself against you, holding your face in his hands as your lips continue to collide, tongues roaming and exploring, teeth clashing as he breathes heavily through his nose. A soft moan escapes your mouth as you bring your arms around his neck. He then slid his hands behind your back, pulling you closer to him. You reveled in his embrace. It's so warm and inviting. There was no pressure, no obsession. It felt natural, a feeling never shared with a human before, or any being for that matter you thought.

Something came over you, or rather melted away. The fear, the worry about being around him, all but vanished in his embrace. It didn't feel forced or like possession. Just pure chemistry. Your kiss led you to the edge of his bed where your knees buckled and you fell backward. You grabbed Stiles' hand, pulling him on top of you. He was clearly nervous but happy and more than willing to participate, his breathing was fast, hands shakey as he placed one on the side of your shoulder and grabbed under your thigh with the other raising your leg up.

He spread your legs apart with his knees, scooting closer. He continued kissing you, circling your toungue with his. The electricity in your core buzzed furiously beckoning to you in unintelligible whispers. Everything spun out of control so quickly. His hands roaming your body, lightly caressing your abdomen, sliding his fingers underneath your top. His fingers left traces of vibration on your skin. You wondered if he could feel it, too. The exhiliration filled your senses, taking over rational thought as your hands roamed his body. You could feel the stillness in his pants as your soft movements brushed up against him, eliciting small gasps of breath through his teeth.

He stopped suddenly, pulling away. You looked on pleadingly, searching his face for a reason. His face was soft as he expressed concern. "Only if you want this," he said. You nodded almost as he spoke, sitting up on your elbows and meeting him with another kiss. "I do, please," you said with eybrows raised and puffy glistening lips. He relaxed and leaned into the kiss once more, pushing himself against you.

You put both hands under his sweater. He quickly shrugged it off his head, pulling it from his shoulders. You lifted up your tank top, sliding it off as he did, then unhooked your bra, dropping it to the floor next to the bed carlessly. When he looked back down, a smile curled on his lips before biting them and returning to kissing you. He took a moment to bury his face between your breasts, inhaling you deeply before using his tongue to lap at your hardened nipples, the cold air on your wet skin making you shiver under his touch.

The heat rising in your body matched the warmth in your psyche. A true gentleman he had been. Asking for consent was unheard of for you. Most just took what they wanted, turning you off of the whole idea of intimacy. But Stiles was different. You felt yourself softening under his touch. His words soothed the darkest corners of your abused mind.

His body was ridgid and warm against your torso. You could feel goosebumps rise across the flesh you touched upon his back. He quivered with every embrace. Your hand slipped down to his waistband, where his belt sat. You slip a finger just inside, trailing it against his skin left to right as you gently tug. He meets your gaze, and you smile up at him innocently. He quickly stood once more, chucking off his shoes carlessly. One landed on his desk, and the other hit the wall. You chuckled lightly. He was so eager. As he gathered his bearings to pull his pants down, you grabbed hold. "Let me," you say while grabbing his hands. He nodded in agreement, running his fingers through your hair as he curiously watched.

You undo his belt and pull the strap through each belt loop until it hits the floor, followed by the button, then the zipper until you pulled down his pants to reveal him. His boxers stood tented. He sucked in a breath as you slid the pants over his length. You could see partially through the hole in the boxers that his hardness exaggerated, almost poking out. You removed them carefully, sliding them down to the floor. His length stood at full attention and laid against his abdomen, a burning red. You run a hand over his chest, moving down and tracing the lines on his hips that led to his cock. He twitched under your touch, so did his cock. Perhaps it tickled.

You looked up at him as you claimed him, holding him firm within your grasp. His hands moved to the back of your head where he gathered your hair into one hand. You watched his reaction as you ran your tongue across the tip, collecting the precum that had coated him. His jaw dropped as he gasped at your intimate touch, eyes watching in awe as you took him into your mouth. You circled your tongue around his head before pushing further down, forcing him past your lips. Coming up and then forcing him down again, stretching your throat and causing you to gag. Tears streamed down your face as he began pushing you further onto him, wrapping your hair in his fist as his other hand held lightly under your chin, caressing your throat. He met every movement of yours with his own thrust. Drool began seeping from the corners of your mouth before dripping down your chin and onto your chest.

He pulled your head back, his hand still intertwined in your hair. His other hand grabbed your chin, using his thumb to wipe the drool from your face. He then slid his finger into your mouth, rubbing your tongue and pushing on it before moving his other finger inside, shoving them in and out of your mouth as you helplessly looked up at him. You heard a low hum form in his chest before he placed both hands on your shoulders, pushing you down gently. You follow his lead, sliding back just enough to give him space to put his knees between you.

Stiles scooted between your legs, using his hands to grip the seam of your panties and pull them downward and off of your legs. Slipping them so softly off of your body, placing them on the bed beside him. He then grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him, his length stood at your entrance. Pushing against your slit, covering him in your slick as he leaned in for a kiss.

You prop yourself onto your elbows, meeting his lips with your own. His length throbbing against you, you found yourself slowly grinding against it. Wanting him more than you've ever wanted anyone in your life ever. The passion and intesnse pressure burning you from within. You felt a deep pressure well within you, an unstoppable urge to fulfill.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling him nearly penetrate you. A soft moan escaped your lips as he reached down and guided himself to you. Slowly forcing his way in. As he pushed himself inside, your walls began to grip him. "Fuuuck," he whispered. He had to push harder as you tried to accept him. You cry out, and he looks at you with concern. "No, it's ok, feels sgood" You manage to speak in broken words as he begins to slowly thrust himself in and out of you. His eyes watched you almost with fascination as you squirmed beneath him, meeting every thrust of his with your own bucking motion. Wanting more. You felt the room get lighter. Everything took on a hazy ethereal glow with flickers of light that looked like stars as he pounded into you, increasing his speed and strength with every thrust.

Each push, sending you closer and closer over the edge. You looked him in his eyes as he shoved himself heartily into you. Pawing at your breasts, squeezing the flesh through his balmy hands. Small breathy moans would escape his trembling lips. You pulled his face close to yours, gazing into eachothers eyes as he filled you. Marveling at his expressions, how his face tightened with every thrust, how he gritted his teeth and persed his lips. He kissed your chest and neck, causing you to moan loudly from sheer lust.

He had reached for your panties that lay beside him, crumpling them up and stuffing them in your mouth. "My dad will be home soon, we have to be quiet," you nodded, letting him know you understood. You were being very loud after all. No fault of your own, just the sounds he elicited out of you from the pleasure he provided. He began pounding furiously, you cried out in muffled moans behind your soaked panties. Looking up at him as he continued with eyes of want.

Your body felt light, like you were floating. His eyes never left your face as he grunted softly with each push. Your skin tingled and buzzed with vibration, nothing you have ever felt before. He watched as your eyes beamed light from within, a sparkling like a galaxy within your pupils. A buzzing concentrating in your back and shoulders. You could feel it slowly lift from your skin as what looked like stars erupted from your shoulders glittering behind you into the bed sheets and filling room, hovering in ace.

You pull the panties from your mouth, tossing them somewhere within the room. Waves of pleasure began crashing over you as you approached your climax. Stiles remained streadfast, unabated by your sudden supernatural display. "S-Stiles, im gonna cu," you gasped. "Please, dont st-stop," you pleaded, looking deeply into his eyes. His face was a look of pure concentration, grimacing with every thrust that filled you. Your body began to shudder beneath him. His cock trembling and twitching within you as ropes of his essence spasmed within you with every forceful push. Your orgasm bringing him to his own. You wrapped your legs tighter around him as your body convulsed, your walls contracting around his pulsating length. You could feel his warmth fill you as his eyes rolled back and a low deep moan coalesced from his throat. Stiles' room, for a brief moment when your orgasm was most intense, had been glowing, all you could see was him, behind him was almost otherworldly.

The room had filled with the stars that emenated from your shoulder blades. Flickering and twinkling out one by one. They shined like small spheres of light, emitting streams of light out in every direction before fading into what looked like the flicker of a flame and dissapating completely. You had never seen this before, a shock to you, and you were sure it'd shock Stiles, too, if he wasn't already preoccupied. You're sure you'd have to explain later... if you could find the words.

Stiles lay on top of you, exhausted and breathing heavy. You lightly caressed his head he again shivered under your touch and smiled, eyes closed against your chest. You watched as his head rose and fell with each breath you took. "Y/N," he sofly spoke, a large grin painting his face. "You're so beautiful," he said euphorically. "Best sex ever," he said as he slipped off you and lay beside you. You giggled at his rhetoric. "So, I feel like there's something you want to tell me." He spoke once more. How could you even begin to explain what happened when you weren't quite sure yourself. You've never had this happen, but you've also never had consensual sex that you initiated. There was still so much to learn about yourself and what you were.

"Well, if you've got time, I guess I'll just start from the beginning. Starting with me being a Nymph," you said hesitantly. His eyes widened slightly, staring at you in disbelief, "A nymph! Like a fairy deity... Nymph?!" He stammered. "Why didn't I think of that?" he said jokingly to himself. "Uh yeah, I guess, I really dont know much about it, though. I didn't even know I could do... that" you said. "But I'll tell you everything I know. I'll help you find them if I can. I promise," you declared. He looked on, eyes half lidded. "I had sex with a god," he said, staring at you, ignoring everything else you said. You looked into his eyes as he searched yours, moving a strand of hair away from your face. "You'll have to tell me more when the blood rushes back from other areas," he said playfully. "Ok, one more thing though, they're called windows, not portals." You said tongue in cheek. "Really? What's the problem with portals?" he jested, kissing your forhead.

[sillyscientists]

gimmw your gfalls hcs NOEWWW

oh god! I have soooo many but i'll put some basic ones down for the pines family rn and probably add on to this later ^_^

Dipper

◇ First of all this boy is absolutely autistic. My little autistic ass acted so much like him as a kid, I mean, what autistic 12 year old wouldn't base their entire summer around a weird book full of monsters they found?

◇ I think he's a trans dude and aro/ace, and that his crush on Wendy was more comphet than anything. I'm not really a fan of any ship involving him but I think platonic dipcifica could be cute.

◇ Cryptozoology/The Paranormal is absolutely his main special interest, but he also has an sp/in in computers/comp sci (but he's honestly not great at computer stuff).

Mabel

◇ AuDHD Queen! I think her main special interest is absolutely arts / crafts, I mean look at all the silly things she makes throughout the series as well as her dedication to handmaking dozens of puppets/props/etc as well as writing and entire play to impress her crush of the week in Sock Opera. ◇ I think sexuality wise she's not straight but prefers to be unlabelled. I also like to think she's the type to collect xenogenders / neopronouns like pokemon cards. ( she totally uses a bunch of cat-based pronouns) ◇ Shortly after the series I think she'd get a little less Boys-Crazy and focus more exploring who she is as a person / her self expression. Absolutely is gonna have a mall goth/emo/scene phase (she's smushing all three of those together into one thing for herself).

(I also think Mabel and Dipper were born identical twins)

Grunkle Stan

◇ Also AuDHD, not quite sure what his big main special interest would be but he's absolutely hyperfixated on Ducktective. Also going off the story in Lost Legends I think he'd absolutely be getting into making comics / drawing in general (even if hes not great at it). Post series I think he'd spend a lot of his free time out at sea drawing in the boat's cabin. Mostly making comics of silly re-tellings of he and Ford's adventures out at Sea (he absolutely shows Dipper and Mabel these if he and Ford video calls them when they're on land) ◇ I'm a transfem Stanley truther. He doesn't really realize/come to terms with it until post-series. I think she'd just grow out her hair and throw it in a pony-tail + use she/he pronouns to transition. She'd still use the name Stanley and be fine with both masc/fem terms (ie fine be called a man or a woman). Also he's bisexual (but has known this since he was like a teen, even if he didn't have the words to label it.) ◇ I think his Popsicle addiction from the unaired pilot is real and canon. Old autistic men love popsicles just look at my dad and grandfather.

Ford

◇ oh boy its projection time (i am a stanford pines fictive) 😈😈😈

◇ Transmasc, somewhere under the nonbinary umbrella but very guy adjacent. Mainly uses he/him pronouns but I think he'd use "it" and "they" aswell. Gay and Arospec as well. ◇ Autism + NPD + Schizophrenia wombo combo. He's sooooo NPD coded its INSANE, I am going to write an essay about it in the future. Goes without saying that his special interests are the paranormal and various sciences, but I think he has a hardcore love for the arts as well. ◇ Going off both the autism and arospec HC- I think he's the type to convince himself he has a crush very easily, when in reality he just has a strong admiration / platonic love for those in question, and had strong platonic feelings for McGucket back in college that he confused for romantic ones (projecting 100000000%) (i think the Stan twins were fraternal twins)

[mychlapci]

https://www.tumblr.com/mychlapci/781195342280540160/pardon-the-interruption-of-lewd-content-my-liege?source=share

Same Anon and YIPPEE!!!

Okay so I was little I absolutely LOVED cryptozoology and my favorite all time book was about all kinds of myths, legends, haunts all that fun jazz.

Anyway one section talked about a possible what if aliens came and they were pure machine and code instead of flesh and warmth.

There was this tiny theory (I forgot the name sadly) but it said something along the lines of Earth's electro magnetic fields being incredibly different from other planets so much so that the alien races cannot comprehend them properly overriding their minds and basically hard rebooting them to the point they become docile

Anyway it got me thinking of Transformers; imagine cons and bots arriving to earth but the electro waves just force them to reboot hard enough to lose memories.

They're just these calm borderline eerie metallic figures trying to figure out these strange lands; they lost eons about the war about Cybertron.

The governments of the world are in fighting so much they just let them wander around across the earth.

They barely speak and when they do it's hushed robotic clicking and chirps; cons and bots linking arms together so they don't get lost like a pack of preschoolers wandering the zoo.

They are quick enough not to squish humans they just eat cars, plans, and other modes of transportation for fuel.

It kinda started out as a SKYBOUND AU because imagine their processors crashing so hard it shuts down their constant battle mode making them explore Earth.

I've since expanded it to other versions like G1, Prime, and Animated.

oooooh yes i love that. would love to imagine cybertronians as these odd cryptid sentinels walking the earth, mostly benevolent, very quiet & curious...

[changingplumbob]

For @riverofjazzsims: A Holiday to Die for

Jamel has a dream. Sure, we all have dreams, but Jamel is serious about his. So serious he has cut off the rest of his family who have belittled him. He may have earned a basic degree, but he has been rejected for a masters program several times. "It's not scientific", "We don't do fiction" and straight up laughter have been some of the responses from university boards. This renaissance sim knows he must continue to grow and sharpen his skills if he will ever achieve it. What is Jamel's controversial dream?

He wants to be the one to reunite sasquatch and humans. He believes! They exist! Cryptozoology may be labeled as a pseudo science but that's only because the sasquatch are superior at hide-and-go-seek! If he applies his perfectionist streak with his curiosity he must find them!

Fresh from a month in the wilderness he's taking some time off, you need to rest the vocal chords when you're trying to imitate sasquatch calls for so long. A holiday in the snow sounds perfect. And Winter being a mystery? Well mysteries are his favourite thing to learn about. He may be a bit "out there" but he'd genuinely love someone to cuddle at night.

His favourite colour is orange! But he does also like yellow, white and blue. As requested he has two everyday outfits and a cold weather outfit. Everything else unless changed will appear as... well...

What? Being paranoid doesn't mean he can't look good. I don't know his height sorry, he's cagey about giving away details.

What makes him naughty? He likes arguments. Like a lot. Especially about conspiracy theories! Strictly naturally occurring ones though, he doesn't have time for holocaust deniers or those who think school shootings are staged. He's paranoid not insane.

What makes him nice? Well he loves photography and seems to always be documenting something. He's also one of the most open minded people you will ever meet. If you have a dream he's going to encourage you to chase it as much as he chases his.

CC: beard, Download without cc - it's the only way I can get the site to work for me (SFS)

Feel free to take him into your heart and game friends!

[unreliable-narrator-2845]

massive info dump abt an au im working on below ( +art)

some doodles from an au im working on w/ some friends... it's kind of a riff off of both the portal swap au and mr bill pines au... essentially, the brothers are swapped from the beginning - stanley is seen as the smart, successful one, and ford a bit of an outcast black sheep of the family, seen as bad luck because of his extra fingers. stanley is the good, normal one, the one with all the people skills, and ford is the 'brute' slacker, and seen as far more stupid than he really is. stanley is the one who invented the perpetual motion machine - and ford destroys it on purpose out of frustration and jealousy, and is the one that gets kicked out.

ford goes down the path of crime, like stan did, but he's a little more, uh... intense about it. he can't go off of people skills, he's gotta bring actual stuff to the table, so he travels to weirdness pockets (smaller than gravity falls) and basically turns the whole criminal underground on its head by his uncanny ability to harness this stuff. people do not like him, but he's VERY useful, so he gets to live in constant fear of whether people doing deals with him are going to leave him alone after or kill him after, since he can't tell which is which.

unlike stanley, who i think would absolutely hesitate to actually do severe physical violence (past beating people up) even while during his homeless years, i think ford wouldn't hesitate as much. ford has absolutely killed people. he will kill again.

how i see it going down is that bill, doing his usual dealings and such, has one of his hosts killed by ford while he's in it after ford witnesses a crime. he goes "haha! oh shit! a witness!" and then gets his neck fucking snapped the moment he advances on him. bill is Not Particularly Pleased, until he actually gets into ford's dreams, and is... impressed.

i am a simp for bill being a simp - in this au bill doesn't bother manipulating him, he wants this rugged badass to be his husband NOW. when they make a deal, ford writes a paper contract that they regularly update. bill and ford have a very mutual deal, to say the least, and they get married - and ford is the one to take his last name, since he cut contact with the family who kicked him out, so he's mr. stanford cipher (which i think is a good au name?). stanley is the one w/ the middle name filbrick in this au btw.

behind the eye scar: ford got into some shit with the cartel. this happens after his and bill's marriage, but what bill can do is limited w/o being physically present, so he has to watch in horror as they torture ford as he tries to find a way to get his husband out. this is the inciting incident that makes him particularly antsy about getting a portal up and going.

meanwhile stanley in gravity falls comes across an interesting cave...

trivia:

bill could minorly heal the eye, but only so much. the eye is now permanently bill's, or at least in his coloration. ford keeps it closed, but it opens fully when bill is fully possessing him. their contract details that bill can come and go only with ford's explicit permission. they often have a half-possession going, where bill can enhance ford and take only mild control, if any at all.

ford has 4 depictions of bill across his body, all tats. he has lots of vague triangle tattoos also, and the portal shape on his back. bill is fond of possessing the depiction on his throat, which he can move around as he pleases

bill's priorities during the initial writing of the contract were extremely funny. ford was trying to figure out the exact details of mind access, body access, etc, and bill was just gushing about "WE NEED RINGS!!!" and "i get to take you on 4 dates before i propose hehe"

stanley went to BMU and was dormmates w/ fiddleford. they are covertly (not legally) married (because 1980s) and went to gravity falls together. stanley and ford both have an interest in cryptozoology in this. ford avoids gravity falls like the plague because he knows stanley would probably be there

^^ addition to the above: stanley's full name is Stanley Filbrick Pines-McGucket, though he is only Pines-McGucket informally

stanley also still has his mullet. sue me. also he has glasses because he needs them and he's a nerdy science guy in this one

i really enjoy the pre-portal 1980s part of the timeline. can you tell. there's so much potential here. i am frothing at the mouth.

anyways............................................. more content soon. repurposed an old empty sideblog to maybe dedicate to this au/gf content. we shall see.

[sporesgalaxy]

after almost 16 years I may finally be ready to try watching the secret saturdays. you see, when it came out I refused to watch it despite it appealing to all of my interests on paper, because I was really really mad about it representing cryptids as supernatural / wacky sci-fi rather than strictly zoological oddities, and also I was really mad at it for being what I percieved as a threat to Ben 10's spot as the number 1 cartoon network boy hero at the time. "wait but ben 10 aliens do basically supernatural stuff in much the same way as secret saturdays cryptids" I was much more concerned about the scientific legitimacy of cryptozoology than I was about extraterrestrials, when I was 9.

[pixeldistractions]

This was Gabby’s first time as the responsible one in a babysitting arrangement, but she was hopeful. She had very fond memories of spending time under her brother’s watch. In the years since her brother moved away, she hadn’t gotten any better at video games, as the boys proved. Felix won every round, and Milo came in second most of the time. But that was fine. Kids liked it when you let them win—or she would let them believe that, anyway.

So they played some games together for an hour, then Gabby ordered the pizza. The boys were fed, entertained, and alive. A job well done, she’d say. 

And these kids were pretty cool. They didn’t have an older sibling like she did, and she felt bad for them. She had sixteen years of vital life wisdom to impart. She’d been through things. Like bullying in seventh grade. Maybe it turned her into a little bit of a brawler, but a girl has to stand up for herself in this cruel world. She won’t stand for petty bitches telling everyone she smells like frogs. She might not always smell like a rose, but she does not smell like frogs. 

These days, Gabby had many passionate interests. Only half of them included boys. Or men, even, lately. Vale Akiyama. Yes, she is his number one fan, even if her parents’ generation has no idea who he is. So call her boy crazy if you will—some would call her just plain crazy, because she’s been especially interested in cryptozoology lately. 

“Crypto-what? Our mom talks about crypto all the time. Isn’t it money?” 

“Not that kind of crypto,” Gabby said. “I said zoology. They’re creatures. The kind you don’t read about in your biology books. Doesn’t mean they’re not real. There’s werewolves in the forests of Cascades State Park.”

“It’s not true, dummy,” Felix teased his brother. “Ha ha, look at your face.”

“What if you should be afraid?” Gabby said. “What if it is true? My brother’s been there. He said he saw things.”

“Like what things?” 

“Growls in the forest, red glowing eyes. Sometimes you turn your head and almost see a flash of movement, fast and furry.”

“Our dad’s been there,” Felix said. “He didn’t see anything like that. He said it was peaceful. He said he was gonna take us.”

(To be fair, Jordan did pick up his fear of death during his solo week in those woods…)

“Maybe it was a close call. Maybe he didn’t know how close he was to becoming werewolf dinner!”

“It’s kind of boring here,” Felix said. “Nothing like that ever happens here.” 

“It wouldn’t. There’s too many people around,” Gabby said, crowing with wisdom. “Cryptids like to stay scarce, make you question your own eyes.” 

Felix smirked at her. “Well, did you ever see one?”

“No. Not yet,” Gabby said. “But I will. And I’ll tell you all about it when I do.”

“I don’t know,” Felix said. “Maybe you’re not so cool. You basically just daydream about unicorns all day and stuff, and you never even saw one. But what did you ever really do?”

“Child,” Gabby scoffed. “When I was your age, my big brother used to take me to the junkyard and show me how to blow shit up. You should have seen what we could do back home in Lakeside Heights. The scrap yards here are kind of lame. Just a ton of broken furniture. But even he’s boring now. He got a job. Now he’s always working and paying stupid bills and taxes and stuff. It’s pretty lame.”

“But you have a car. You could take us?”  

“Felix, Mom said we’re not allowed to go in her car. She might be a bad driver.”

“I’m actually an excellent driver.” 

“What if we walk?” Felix suggested.

“Nah, you might need a quick getaway. But there aren’t any junkyards here anyway. I checked. And I can’t drive you to Washington this weekend. I have school on Monday.”

“Maybe on winter break?”

“It’s closed to traffic for the winter. It’s too cold, too harsh. I’m hardcore, but I’m not stupid.”

“Okay, so spring break then?”

“Mom will never let us,” Milo said. 

“That’s why you ask your dad,” Gabby said.

“But, anyway, I only just met you boys. You might be trouble. How do I know what you’re made of? If you got a scrape or a cut, would you wash it off and patch it up, or go crying to your mommy? Do you have the balls to jump a fence? Could you run if there was a junkyard dog?”

“Duh!” Felix boasted. 

“I think maybe no,” Milo said.

“I have an idea,” Gabby wondered out loud. “There’s this movie... It’ll scare the piss out of you, or it won’t. If you boys can hack it, then we can talk about werewolves on spring break. But only after my brother’s wedding. My mom said if I ruin myself for portraits, she’s gonna murder me.”

Milo’s eyes went wide. “How are you gonna ruin yourself???”

She shrugged. “You know, sometimes things explode. Sometimes there’s fire and you lose all your hair.”

So they put the movie on. The boys ate popcorn and handled the jump scares pretty well, all things considered. Nobody peed their pants.

Or, well, Gabby had to admit she almost did when their mom texted.

Coming home now.

“Oh shit, your mom’s coming home. Oh. double shit. By that, she means she’s here.”

Colette opened the door. 

It was well past ten. After the night Colette had, she hoped the boys would be fast asleep in their beds. She hoped the end to this terrible evening could have been as easy as throwing some money at this girl and taking her own sorry ass to bed. But no. The boys were wide awake and riled up, watching a slasher that must have been at least PG-13, if not worse. They weren’t even ten years old yet. Useless babysitter.

“Go. To. Bed.” 

The boys didn’t need telling twice. 

It took everything in her not to erupt with rage at the child of her only friend standing in front of her. “Ugh, if I didn’t want to make a stink with your mother.”

“But you’re gonna pay me still, right?” Gabby shrugged. “I think you still need to pay me.”

— boxes and squares #5.3: hindsight is a bitch, part 5/10

next -> // 5.3 start // index

Gabby was all about telling urban legends all night, lol!

So, I know the movie I put on for them is zombies and I should have chosen the werewolf movie since it exists, but I took the pictures before the conversation fully materialized, so, please imagine, lol! 

Is this the last we’ll see of Gabby, or are we going werewolf stalking on spring break? 😈

Gabby's stats, because I don't have a bio page for her yet: chief of mischief // erratic, daredevil, goofball, lovebug

I’ve never played a sim I felt would be really into the mischief skill (it’s a base game skill and I’ve been playing this game for ten years!), but it seems fun to try and I think Gabby might be the one to do it. Among other things. I could see Gabby stumbling upon some interesting tangents in her life, or maybe even some of the occult aspects of the game I generally ignore. Are werewolves real? Maybe Gabby will find them some day. 🐺

[labete-du-gevaudan]

Taking precautions while going out in the wilderness is always important. This fact does not change when people decide to go out in search of Bigfoot. Unfortunately, two men, a 59 year old and 37 year old, fell victim to tragic deaths while on an expedition in Washington’s Gifford Pinchot National Forest. The two Portland, Oregon natives were reported missing and endangered when they did not return home from their Bigfoot search on December 24th, 2024. They were reported missing early in the morning on December 25th, 2024.

It took a long 3 day search to finally find the two missing men. Search dogs, drones, and ground teams worked together in order to finally recover the men. Around 60 volunteers struggled through the frigid temperatures and rough terrain. The two missing men were recovered, though they were unfortunately deceased when found. Skamania County officials determined that the cause of death was exposure due to the weather conditions and the men being ill prepared for their expedition.

[dulldoll-0]

Ok,since you have finally given me permission to make a fanatic storyline with my oc and yours of young Isabella.

Can you tell me all about Young Isabella. As everything about her ,Especially a favorite tea too. As I'm now investing in of wanting to learn about her before I could do for of my fanatic story make? Pls??? I would love to learn about her while I was practicing and study to draw for the comic,fanart and more

Okay :D ✨ ( A few info in the lore has been changed from the posts in my tiktok )

1. Basic stuff, Isabella is half Filipino & Italian but was raised a part from America.

-She can only speak a bit of Bisaya & Tagalog. ( She got it from her main mother, Mama Perla ).

-She tries to embrace a few parts of her ethnicity’s cultures, like the food, traditions, celebrations, dances, and forming a few words and sentences.

2. Isabella is an Atheist and a Wiccan, or part of the Wicca religion, which is part of modern contemporary Pagan religion.

— She isn’t against gods/deities or believing in them, but she just doesn’t, while she also maintaining studies & practices of witchcraft.

3. Isabella grew up with an Amethyst curse, making negative or extreme emotions difficult for her to understand or express. She can’t feel sadness, anger, sickness, pain, and wounds or injuries heal easily for her. She mostly feels calm or content, and often just dull.

4. Isabella grew up in an island away from most of society, having people who used to live in poverty and then in debt to her and her mother ( Perla ) as their villagers/helpers/servants of the island.

5. Isabella started doing her Priestess duties and living in the island when she was 5 years old. She heals people by giving them her blood. Rich people are the most who pay, those who can’t pay are in debt to her family, working for them until they can pay them back.

6. Since Isabella doesn’t fit the beauty standards of the Spider Species part, she started wearing a veil when she was 13. —

—She started hating getting her portrait taken without her veil, she started hating looking at mirrors or her reflection and have servants or helpers to do her makeup, and started hating people who saw her without her veil or staring at her in general.

6.2. She has a canopy with veils curtaining around her so people wouldn’t look at her while she was eating, also whenever she felt like eating without her — and only her mother ( and Jack & trusted servant can enter ).

—The canopy is used during big events, mostly.

6.3. She also has a bed with curtains around its canopy.

6.4. She’ll only show her face to you if you COMPLETELY earned her trust.

Generally, her eyes are what she doesn’t like.

7. Her manor has curtains all over the windows.

8. She’s homeschooled her whole life.

—She likes to study Hematology ( study of blood ) the most.

Toxicology ( study of poisons ), Pharmacology ( study of medicines ), and Chemistry.

Floriculture ( study of flowers ), Botany ( study of plants ),

Cryptozoology ( study of mythical creatures ) and little Biology & Zoology ( study of creatures ), and Entomology ( study of insects ).

—She also does math whenever she gets bored, mostly Calculus.

9. She can play the Pedal Harp, Piano, and the Mandolin. She likes to play the Mandolin the most.

9.2. She learned to play the Concert Flute for Jack, because he likes the sounds.

10. She doesn’t leave her room most of the time. She just stays there doing all kinds of art activities, painting & drawing, but mostly embroidery, tapestrying, macramés, and mostly sitting beside her window with her loom. Making all kinds of things— even doing witch practices like symbol drawing or potion making.

11. She likes to eat a lot.

12. Favorite tea is anything herbal? Tea full of all kinds of flowers— but— she adds a lot of honey and sugar into them.

13. She plays pranks on the helpers or people around the manor she doesn’t like, except her mother.

— She started getting suitors when she was 15 from rich people with their sons close to her age, but she drove them all away by playing pranks, insulting them, neglecting them, just until they get sick of her and leave the island to go back to the city.

—She did the same to Jack but he never gave up. 😔✊✨

14. She likes puzzle games.

15. She likes to dance Tarantella.

—With a fantasy-folky genre, like songs Soldier Poet King, Téir Abhaile ‘riú, or Tri Martolod.

— A lot of alt music, basically anything she can dance to.

( something like this )

16. She likes going to the beach — but she doesn’t like her servants having to follow her all the time, so she doesn’t. :(

—She also likes to collect shells that makes sounds.

17. Likes cold seasons, and rainy weathers.

— She likes the smell of apricity and mostly petrichor.

— She likes to take cold baths during cold seasons.

18.

Has been arranged with suitors since she was 16.

Chose to be willingly and officially engaged to Jack when she was 20.

Wedding day was when she was 24. ( Then tragedy struck ).

“You get to do a lot of things when you’re stuck here.”

That’s about it :D

Hope you enjoy all the info ✨

[felyas-stuff]

Hello Tumblr today I offer you updated ref sheets of the two main characters from my upcoming comic! Basic lore is that they’re humans who’ve wandered too far, stumbled upon forbidden lands and brought a curse upon themselves…they did nothing wrong actually it was an accident and they just want to go home and be human again.

Percival Tiver (pronounced as "Tyver") is a 17 (at the start of the comic, 18 by midway through the story) year old human-born changeling (he/him) and the main protagonist of «Metamorphosis of a Soul». He’s also Rayne’s older brother. Percy is very optimistic, sometimes even to the point of toxic positivity. He’s a depressed pathological liar and tends to bottle his feelings up a lot. Sometimes he does that intentionally, to "protect" his loved ones from the ugly truth (yes, even his own brother). But, despite all that - he’s a really nice, caring guy. Percy’s loyal to his allies until the end, and takes friendship very seriously - if you happen to dissapoint, or even betray him - chances are you’ll never regain his trust. Though, other than that - he rarely ever loses his temper…and, when he eventually does, you know that shit just got real. Percival’s also surprisingly smart - most of it stems from the fact, that his special interest (cryptozoology, which is very much real in the world they live in) requires a lot of zoology, biology, history and chemistry knowledge. His other hobbies include cooking and drawing. Percy also works at the cafe near his house…well, at least, he used to.

bonus kin lists i made for them :>

Rayne Tiver is a 14 year old human-born changeling (he/him/they/them) and the second main protagonist of «Metamorphosis of a Soul». He’s also Percy’s younger brother. Rayne’s always trying to fit in, and be as painfully average as possible, becoming a people pleaser early on in life. He’s a scaredy cat and a cry baby, but tries his best to hide it (with varying success). Behind that mask, however, hides a really nice guy - Ray has a lot of friends and mutuals, most of whom like him even when he doesn’t try to seem "normal" or please them. Rayne’s looks mean a lot to him - so much so, that he developes a deep insecurity about his appearance once he becomes a monster, thinking that everyone will abandon him now that he’s no longer pretty. He’s also rather short tempered, which often leads to him yelling at his loved ones and instantly regretting it. Ray’s hobbies include reading, ficwriting and attending a school’s drama club (yes he’s a drama kid because of course he is). he’s also pretty much an mtf on the path of self discovery but shhh let’s keep it a secret for now

before anyone asks yes you can make fanart of them i’d love to see that OR you can art trade with me if you want to (but only if i like your art style enough sorry)

[tyrantisterror]

How are monsters classified in Offbeat Melodies?

Short Answer: Very, very, VERY loosely, especially compared to my other stuff.

Long answer: Ok. so, if Midgaheim is inspired by European mythologies, and ATOM is inspired by atomic age myths about paleontology and radiation (i.e. dinosaurs were big lumbering reptiles, radiation makes animals become giant monsters, etc.), then OM is inspired by, like, 1990's era Cryptozoology, UFOlogy, and Paranormal "Science." It's fantasy by way of Unsolved Mysteries and Leonard Nimoy's In Search Of (ok that predates the 90's but whatever it's the right vibe).

So the main approach to monsters is more or less "would this make a good urban legend?"

There's also a good bit of Lovecraftian Cosmic Horror baked into it too - including the Goblin Universe hypothesis in Melody's world building kinda made for the perfect opportunity for me to scratch that cosmic horror itch, and since my main setting really doesn't work with that stuff, it felt natural to include it in the cosmology here. Melody is very much a place for me to play with the toys that otherwise wouldn't fit in my main setting.

With all that said, I have two different loose taxonomies for the monsters in OM. The first is by Archetype, and the second is by Nature.

By archetype, they are:

Cryptids: Your nessies, your big foots, your chupacabras, etc. Creatures that seem like they could fit within our understanding of life on Earth.

Aliens: Visitors from beyond the stars who came here using incredibly advanced technology.

Ghosts/Undead: The souls/bodies of people or creatures that have technically died yet somehow persist.

Eldritch Abominations: Beings from another reality whose very presence is beginning to change what the "normal" reality is, often to the detriment of the people and creatures who live here. Colonizers from another universe, basically.

Wacky Nonsense: Silly and bizarre monsters who tend to be pretty light-hearted in concept even if they still prove to be a threat. The most prominent example would be the Gattlesnakes, a group of giant pit vipers from another universe who wear mech suits that can convert into muscle cars, and carry gatling guns that can convert into slurpee machines. Their small, tight-knit gang of inter-universal outlaws include Fancy Dan, Rhonda Rugged, Calamity Janet, Monosyllabic Chuck, and their leader, Cobra Gunner, a massive cobra whose mech suit is more akin to a flying battleship and can transform into a giant base. They're basically like if the villains of an obscure 1980's toyline escaped their home universe and tried to hide out in ours.

By nature, they are:

Mutated Natives: creatures from the "normal" universe that have been mutated/altered by contact with beings, substances, or even just the very essence of other universes. The most prominent of these would be Duchess Scissorjaw, a hippo-sized snapping turtle that was captured in Melody's Lake Alto and is living in a zoo display at Melody's Wax Museum. While the players and audience of Offbeat Melody know that it's not normal for snapping turtles to get that large, the discovery of Duchess Scissorjaw was rationalized by humanity within the story as "Well, I guess snapping turtles can get a lot bigger than we thought," since that is the simpler explanation than the reality, which is that she's a mutant who absorbed some of the essence of the Sea of Monsters. Almost all of the undead creatures in Melody count as this, but the other categories actually tend to be...

Interuniversal Visitors: i.e. the VAST majority of Melody's bestiary. Almost all of the main monsters in Offbeat Melody, from its Nessie and Big Foot analogues (the Altopogo and Southpaw Sam) to its alien visitors (the Kaleidoscope Men, the Grays, Ivora Sykes the Melody Mothman) to the Wacky Nonsense and Eldritch Abominations, are visitors from other universes. This category could be split into creatures that have "gone native" - the Altopogo and Southpaw Sam may come from alternate universes, but they traveled to Melody to help preserve the very fabric of the "normal" universe, and are important guardians of it as a result - tourists who are just here to visit, and conquerors who want to reshape our reality and/or its inhabitants into something more to their liking.

[preservationofnormalcy]

So I’ve got a sundial in garden, and I’ve had some troubles with what I at first thought were moles, digging up the garden. But I put out a camera and the culprits seem to be a family of creatures that look a bit like a badgers, a bit like lizards, and a bit like corkscrews that have set up a nest under the sundial.

What are they, and what can I do to stop them from gimbling holes all over my soil?

Did they show up around 4pm? Because if so, you've got Toves! That's amazing, there have been rumors for years that there's a breeding population in the US, but no one has been able to confirm it since sundials have gotten scarce on the ground.

Toves are a quasi-real, mostly nocturnal cryptid with parafictional origins, just like our office pet Frumie here. Ow, ow, Frumie, no claws!

They're pretty ow harmless, aside from the holes in your lawn, and you probably don't need to worry about a bandersnatch showing up and eating them, because you don't get bandersnatches in most of the US; the climate is ow wrong for them. Like I said earlier, the Slithy subspecies in Europe is the only confirmed one, but if we have evidence of a North American subspecies...

Be glad they’re not mome raths. I saw some when I visited HMES sites in London. God they’re loud.

I can only imagine! Norm, can you distract him while I get his claws that catch out of my sweater?

More to the point, if the gyring and gimbaling is becoming a significant problem, we can have someone come and relocate them, but as long as you've got a wabe in your garden, they're gonna come back. Why not make it a more inviting place for them; maybe set up a specific pit for them to do their gimbaling, rather than having them do it all over the yard? Leave out some nice soft toys for them to chew on, if you can. The same basic strategies you'd use to redirect a cat's attention are gonna work on these little guys.

Genuinely I'm floored, this is huge for the cryptozoological community; can you send us the footage?

Our local conservationist.

Oh, hush!