#i enjoy drawing John like a cryptid

[kisu-doodles]

I SIMPLY HAD TO DRAW THIS OH MY GOODNESS GREASY!!!

THE ORIGINAL POST THAT LIVES RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN

Just noticed how very wide I drew Arthur lmao

[whatgaviiformes]

Ficlet: Cryptids and Toast

Based on the youtube channel Jazza - I Remade Monsters EXACTLY as described in the book...

And my own headcanon that Gordon’s love for Into the Unknown with Buddy and Ellie means that he also follows cryptids because one day that cryptid could be a real species discovered. Add in a bit of voracious reader John and you get the StarFishTank trifecta that I, at least, know and love. <3

This is so stupid, but I love them. 

Word Count: <1K

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“G’morngh,” Virgil grumbled, sinking heavily into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. He’d passed by the lounge on the way down to the lower floor and waved wearily to Grandma, who was working on her embroidery at their Dad’s desk, as well as John’s hologram hovering above the main table. The thing about John being up in Five and with comms access in most locations throughout the villa was that it was too easy for him to follow, and so, when Virgil stepped into the kitchen, John’s silhouette was already emitting from the center. His grin was suspiciously wide. It was too early for shit-eating little brother grins today. 

“It’s noon,” John advised matter-of-factly.  

It wasn’t John who was pulling Two into her hangar at 4AM island time that morning, so as far as Virgil was concerned Noon was lucky to see him conscious. He yawned and grabbed for his toasted bread, warmed to a healthy golden brown. As he buttered one side, he realized there hadn’t seemed to be the buzzing energy of a rescue underway, so glancing around at the mostly empty room, it seemed the Island inhabitants were all dispersed among the villa and their home’s surrounding jungle environment. All except his brother’s image and their most mechanical of family members. He gave MAX a light pat on the head as he rushed by him with the broom and a pleased whistle. 

“Gordon’s on his way back from the lagoon,” John offered, nibbling at a small finger sandwich. “Scott and Alan are working on Thunderbird One sims today. And all’s quiet on terra firma, so far. What will you be doing today?”

“Hmph.” He coughed to clear his throat of sleep. “Brains had some tests to run on Two. But no rush.” 

“I have some new descriptions if you want to warm up your hands.”

He didn’t need to ask what he meant; it was a tradition they’d started back when they were both away at college, an exercise that really warmed up his brain, clearing it of fog, rather than his hands. He nodded for John’s benefit, maneuvering his tablet to his left side while picking at his breakfast at his right. 

The rules were simple. John would provide a character description from his reading, offering only visual cues, and Virgil would try drawing based on the description only, having no knowledge of the book or the character. Virgil had appreciated it for the chance to keep his skills fresh while he was deep in his engineering coursework, and John enjoyed it as a study in the interpretation of language. And sometimes, they still played their little game just for a laugh. They’d had a good chuckle recently at the description of Aragorn that turned out to look like a musician of the hair metal variety. 

“Okay, we have a large,  humanoid silhouette. Scaly, rubbery skin with claws on both feet. Face with a mass of feelers. Long, narrow wings behind.” 

“The hell have you been reading?!”

“Can’t tell you that.” 

Virgil shook his head while he selected a digital brush, then tapped a few buttons to allow for his work to stream up in outer space so John could add his screen to the list of things he was watching. First, he wrote down the list of prompts. The easiest way to approach the challenge was to break down each of the descriptors and start sketching, so he started with roughly drawing the shape of a human in a corner and shading it. 

“So obviously we are talking monster or alien.”  He started a second silhouette, playing with the proportions to emphasize the largeness of the being. “Is this a creature out of one of your Star Trek novels?” But he knew John wouldn’t answer. No questions was a rule, otherwise once Virgil started to figure out the character, it was easy to be influenced by what he’d seen and already knew. “Okay, so we have wings and feelers.” Alone, wings were fun and varied - bird wings, bug wings, faery wings, dragon wings, and so many varieties of each of those. The word ‘feelers’ made his skin crawl, and he couldn’t help but to think of insects, the kinds of wings that adorned the types of creatures with antennae. But then... “Rubbery is a strange word.”  

John smirked, a knowing glance back over at his brother’s confusion as he glanced away from the artwork. 

He lost himself in a few wing designs, ultimately deciding on a combination that was more dragon-like, with strongly defined joints along the expanse - with more length than width. 

“What exactly is a mass of feelers?” he shuddered, softly brushing away a few crumbs that had fallen on the tablet. 

They looked suspiciously like toasted bread. He glanced over at his empty breakfast plate. 

“Dammit, Gordon!” 

The blond hovering behind him and reading his prompts, with his toast still in hand, said “You’re drawing Cthulhu.”

“Gordon!” John squawked. 

“What?”

“You’re not supposed to tell him.” John shook his head in his hand.  

“Wait, really?” Virgil scanned the prompts again.

“You’re missing that he’s octopus-like, but yeah really.” Gordon raised an eyebrow at the hologram. “Probably would’ve helped with the - ya know…” He lifted the back of his hand to his chin, his fingers dangling and wiggling. 

“Jesus, John! You had me drawing a dragon bug!”

“It was an excellent dragon bug,” he laughed. “Gordon stop with the hand thing.” 

Virgil ducked under Gordon’s mocking of face tentacles. “I’m getting more breakfast.”

It might have been a bad idea to leave the two of them together, but watching Gordon consume the rest of his breakfast had reminded him how long it had been since he last ate and his stomach had been rumbling. By the time he returned, Gordon and John both were beaming at him. 

“We have another one for you…”

“Oh no.” Between Gordon’s cryptids and John’s sci-fi novels, he was done for.

[b4ckr00ms-k4ndl3z]

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ahah, anyways ; yes, i am finally finishing my pinned remake! i just didn't like my old one anymore so, here we go.

reblogs would be appreciated <3

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[abduct-me-helen]

Class 108's Apocalypse Field Trip | Chapter 4.

“So, are we going to talk about it? Or….” Martin asked, looking at Jon with an expression he found he couldn’t decipher. The chatter of class 108 filled the comfortable silence that would usually occupy them on their journey.

“About what?” Jon avoided the question, turning his head back to check on the rest of the class. They’d originally formed two lines, headed by Jon at the front of both and Martin at the back. That had quickly fallen apart, and now they were more of a…blob, if anything.

Martin gave him a look. “I still don’t know how you’re smiting things here! I was about to ask you before we came across the school, but I decided it was best to wait until we calmed down a bit.”

“I-I killed it. I have the power, so I…so I killed it.” Jon turned his head away, facing decidedly frontwards.

“Yeah, but like, how? I’m-I’m sorry, I just don’t understand what actually happened.” Martin gestured, confused and frustrated.

“I-It’s hard to explain. We’re coming upon a domain of the,” he grimaced, memories of dirt and choking and pressure momentarily overtaking him, “buried. I would really rather-”

The sound of knocking cut him off, and the squeak of hinges made everyone silent. Static crackled, and Katie, ever alert, got out her knife just before Rosie silently directed everyone to draw their “weapons.”

Jon didn’t know what a pencil sharpener would do to the distortion, but he didn’t want to find out.

Martin turned, confused at why the quiet had set in. “What-”

“Look down, Martin.”

“Oh.” He paused, startled. “Wait, what?”

“No one get to close!” He called, running his hands through his hair and sighing. “Hello, Helen.”

“Oh, Hello! In a better mood now, are we? Feeling safer now that you know how to kill? And you’ve got a whole gang with you! How exiting.” Her eyes seemed to light up, literally.

“YEET.” Tabitha threw a pencil sharpener at Helen, but her body seemed to twist and absorb it in impossible ways, making Tabitha’s head hurt. She shook it off. “Stay away from us! Begone thot!”

The rest of the class began to recite various vines in agreement.

“GET REKT!” “YOUR MOM’S A HOE!” “WALK AWAYAHAYAHAYHAY”

Martin facepalmed. Jon exhaled, forcing down the urge to scream.

Helen blinked, then her mouth pulled into an impossible grin. “You’ve got quite a crowd here, don’t you Archivist?”

Jon narrowed his eyes. “Touch them, and I will end you.”

Helen laughed and echoing laugh that hurt his ears. “Oh, Archivist. You really have grown! But no, I’m here for a chat. We are friends, aren’t we archivist? Allies?”

He gritted his teeth. “Sure.”

Martin butted in. “Will you tell me how he did it?”

“Martin-” Jon protested.

“He just keeps on being all vague about it.” Martin complained. Helen seemed to light up.

“Oh goodness. You see what you’ve done to the poor boy, Jon? He’s coming to me for answers.” She cackled, and Jon glowered.

“Shut up.” He said.

She giggled. “It is very satisfying though, isn’t it? Teasing the vague information? You can see why Elias got a kick out of it.”

“Elias?” Rosie questioned. “Isn’t that your boss?”

“That’s Eyeball Daddy’s sugar baby.” Tabitha told her. Rosie made an ‘ah’ noise of recognition.

Helen cackled in delight. “That’s what you’re calling him? Oh, I like you.” She grinned, and Tabitha made an awkward face. What was she supposed to do, when she’d somehow won the favor of an eldritch door person?

Take it like a champ, I guess, she thought.

“Don’t.” Martin said protectively.

“Don’t what, love?” Helen asked, batting her eyelashes. (Literally, bats flew out of them).

“Whatever you’re thinking of doing, stay away from them.” Helen pouted as Martin finished.

“But you aren’t any fun.” She said, her mouth curled downward in mock sadness.

“Look-just, just explain. Please.” Martin changed the subject, imploring her to alleviate his confusion. Jon glowered, but stayed decidedly still.

“Well,” she began, sporting a sharp grin, “We’re all here, Martin. The Stranger, the Buried, the Desolation, all of us. But the Eye still rules. All this fear is being performed for its benefit. And so, there are now exactly two roles available in this new world of ours: The Watcher, and the Watched. Subject, and object. Those who are feared, and those who are afraid. And John, well-he is part of the Eye. A very important part. And he’s able to, shall we say, shift its focus. Turn the one into the other. And for those of us whose very existence relies on being feared, well: to be turned into a victim destroys us utterly. And very, very painfully.”

A silence fell over everyone, before Cypress broke it.

“So, what you’re saying is, the clap of his ass cheeks alerted the Eye?” He questioned, ginger curls bobbing as he tilted his head.

“Eyeball Daddy.” Raphi muttered.

Helen sported a look of delight, before cackling once again. She wiped a tear from her eye, and Rosie noted that it was the color of a highlighter. As it fell to the ground, the grass it came in contact with seemed to glow.

“You really are fun!” She declared gleefully. “Archivist, for someone so dour you certainly have lively company. Who are all of you then?” Her head twisted unnaturally in interest.

Elliot instinctively looked to Rosie, and shrugged when he met her eyes. Her own were narrowed in thought, before she shook her head. Helen grinned.

“Oh! A smart one. But no, I’m not a fae and you are, regrettably, protected by our Archivist.” She sighed dramatically.

Jon ran a hand through his hair. “She’s right.” Helen lit up. Really. She glowed.

Tabitha, ever curious, tilted her head. “I’m Tabitha. Are you with the smexy weed?”

“The smexy weed?” Helen asked, unapologetically amused, “whatever do you mean?”

Cal let out a short laugh and Katie rolled her eyes.

“The one that makes you high.” Elliot intoned (un)helpfully.

Martin groaned. “Wh-you know what. I’m just going to leave it.”

Helen was grinning now. “Yes! I’m with the Spiral, or the smexy weed, if you prefer!”

“Dope.” Elliot said, and Rosie raised an eyebrow.

“Wait a second,” Martin spoke, putting his hands up and turning to Jon, “why were you being so cryptid about it anyway? It doesn’t seem very complicated so I don’t know why you were being so coy about-”

“Because I’m ashamed, Martin.” Jon cut him off, sighing and clenching his jaw.

“Ashamed?!”

“Yes! Ashamed of the fact that I just-destroyed the world and have been rewarded for it, the fact that-I can walk safe through all this horror I’ve created like a…fucking tourist, destroying whoever I please. The fact that I…enjoyed it, and…the fact that there are so many others that I want to revenge myself on!”

A pall of silence fell over them.

“Mr. Sims?” Cypress spoke.

Jon sighed. “Yes?”

“You said the fuck word.” Cypress informed him solemnly. The rest of the class nodded.

“That’s what you take from that?!” Jon said exasperatedly.

“Well, I mean, about what you said, I actually think you’re good on that front.” Cypress said hesitantly.

“What?”

“Yeah, I, I, I think we should go for it, get our murder on!” Cal exclaimed. They’d been silent nearly the entire time, naturally a shy person and even quieter when scared. Rosie raised an eyebrow, and Tabitha cheered, slinging an arm over their shoulders.

“Yes Cal! You go!” Tabitha high fived them.

“I agree with that.” Martin spoke, surprising Jon.

“How-what?” Jon said incredulously.

“Yes Martin!” Helen cheered, delighted by this new development.

“Th-this isn’t like it was before! We’re not talking about innocent bystanders in cafes here, John; these things are-th-they’re just evil, plain and simple, and right now they’re torturing and tormenting everyone!  If you want to stop them and have the power to, then-then, then yeah, let’s do it, let’s go full Kill Bill!”

“I-I haven’t seen it.” Jon breathed in surprised.

“Oh, Martin, I am so proud of you. Can I come too?” Helen asked ecstatically.

“No.” All of class 108 intoned.

Helen pouted. “So mean! I take it back, you’re no fun at all.”

“Coming from you, I would think that a good thing.” Rosie pointed out as Sydney nodded her agreement.

Helen sighed dramatically. “Fair, fair. I think I’ll take my leave, now. Don’t be a stranger!”

The creaking of the impossible, yellow door signals her exit, and Tabitha’s eyes widen.

“Guys!” she exclaims, face bright with a new, disastrous idea. Katie groans preemptively. “We should do a Tiktok with her!”

-

Regrettably, Tabitha’s idea was immediately shut down, and they soon continued on their path until Jon came to a stop, gritting his teeth.

“We’re here.”

He’d explained that they’d have to cross through multiple nightmares in order to reach the Panopticon, along with the statements he’d have to give. Though Sydney had wondered, she hadn’t asked if he knew the whereabouts of any of her classmates.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know.

No, that was a lie. Above anything else, Tabitha needed knowledge like water. She felt incomplete without it, whatever the cost of that knowledge would be. She would rather mourn a death then be ignorant and happy.

“Are you going to…?” Martin prompted, and Jon nodded, sighing.

“You should all leave while I-”

“No.” Rosie and Tabitha intoned at once, looking at each other surprised.

“Why not?” Martin questioned, wondering why anyone would want to have to listen to that.

“I…,” Rosie breathed, “you said this was about the Buried, right?”

“Y-yes.” Jon stammered, taken aback.

She sighed, tightening her side ponytail as a distraction. She often found playing with her hair gave her comfort.

“I-I can’t explain it. It’s not like I’ll sleep any easier without,” she gestured, “this.” She finished lamely.

Jon and Martin had a silent conversation, and though Jon was apprehensive, he sighed and gestured for her to sit down. He then turned to Tabitha, raising his eyebrow.

“What about you?”

“I need to know.” She said. “I-I can’t be in the dark in a world like this. I just-I need to know.”

Martin nodded, still doubtful. He gestured for the rest of the class, who were staring at the two girls like they were insane, to follow him over to (what appeared to be) a tree.

-

“-Better to keep him buried, neatly away.” Jon finished, and Rosie breathed out shakily. Jon looked at her, really looked, and was confused to find that she looked almost sated.

He turned to Tabitha, and she seemed the same, though in a far more familiar way. He couldn’t quite place it, but something was…off.

“Are you both okay?” They nodded at his question, and Rosie helped Tabitha up.

“Yeah, I don’t know, I just…” Tabitha hesitated, “I feel…weird.”

“Weird?” He intoned, raising an eyebrow in concern. “Not scared?”

“No-I mean, yeah, I’m scared, but…” she shook her head. “Never mind, it’s not important. Hey, why is Katie stabbing a tree?”

-

As it turned out, the tree wasn’t as inanimate as they’d thought, and after being chased around for a bit, Martin got separated from the rest of the class. Not too far; he could still see them in the distance, and they appeared to have killed(?) the tree.

Where did Katie get an axe?

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind, when a phone rang out of nowhere. He jumped, surprised.

It was coming from the ground.

He scowled, running his hand through his hair in annoyance, before a clanking noise got his attention from the right. A metal spade just seemed to…appear. Out of nowhere.

“A spade? Really? I mean, isn’t that a little insensitive?” He questioned irritably, sighing to himself.

“Right, so we’re doing this then.”

He began to dig until he reached the phone, yanking it up. He wasn’t surprised to find that there was no landline attaching it to the other caller.

“Hello?” He asked.

“Hello. Is that Martin?”

He cursed inwardly.

“Don’t do that.” He warned.

“Not in the mood for games?” Her voice was decidedly amused.

“You know I’m not.” He told her.

“No fun.”

“Yes, well-look, I’m talking to Annabelle Cane, right?” He said, already knowing the answer to that question.

“You never gave me yours, why should I give you mine?” Martin wondered if she was being this difficult on purpose. Knowing the Web, she probably was.

“Just-what do you want?” He asked tiredly, sighing.

“To help, of course!”

“No. Thank you.” He declined sharply.

“Oh, I think you’ll want to hear this. Marcy Schroeder isn’t dead.”

“W-what?!” He exclaimed.

He didn’t know much about the girl, hadn’t even known her last name before he’d heard Annabelle say it, but he knew enough about what had happened when one of class 108’s first expeditions had wandered into the Web.

“That’s what I said! She’s been kept alive for a reason, though I don’t know what. I suspect it has something to do with the end.”

“Where is she?”

“Now, now, that’s information you’ll have to pay for.”

“With what?”

“Good question. I’ll need to let the situation play out a bit first, and then I’ll know what you can pay me. I’ll keep in touch!”

The line went dead.

“Well, shit.”

-

Rosie was quiet, Tabitha noticed, as she played with her hair languidly, posture tired and face blank with a subtle confusion and scowl. She walked over casually, trying to surprising her from behind, then frowned when Rosie didn’t react.

Tabitha tilted her head, then sat on the log beside her.

“You okay?” She asked, concern blindingly evident in her voice. Rosie didn’t respond.

They sat in a comfortable silence, looking out at the green tinted world in front of them. The watchful eye of the Panopticon looked back, and Tabitha gave it a challenging glare.

“Did I ever tell you about the sinkhole?” Rosie broke the quiet, not even glancing beside her.

“No, I don’t think you did.” Tabitha replied, and was silently disgusted with her own burning hunger for the information Rosie must have been referencing.

Rosie finally turned to Tabitha, chocolatey eyes dull. “When I was in middle school-it must have been fifth or sixth grade-I was caught in a sinkhole. I was buried for two days, under the earth. The Doctor’s didn’t know how I survived, but I did.”

Tabitha’s eyes were wide as Rosie continued her tale.

“The earth…moved. And not in the normal ways. It was unnatural. It tried to choke me, but I didn’t fight back. I just, let it. And I wasn’t afraid. I was,” she spoke sourly, “comforted, by the pressure. It felt like a hug, except, an important one. The earth was hugging me, Tabitha.”

Rosie’s gaze sharpened, and Tabitha’s hunger seemed to increase.

“And I let it. My parents are-were,” she grits, remembering the loss and silently wondering which nightmare they were trapped in, “amazing to me. But they weren’t tactile people by any stretch. And the earth…it was everywhere. And I think I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. A ‘medical marvel,’ that’s what the doctors said at least.

“I’ve never told anyone before, but you of all people I feel like I can tell things. You just,” she gestured absently, “have that feel about you.”

“Are you vibe checking me?” Tabitha joked, trying to ease the tension. Rosie smiled gratefully.

“I suppose I am.” Rosie responded, before growing solemn again. “I think…well, you can figure that out.” She looked to Tabitha, willing her to fill in the blanks.

“You think it was the Buried.” Tabitha reasoned, thinking to herself.

Rosie didn’t need to say anything; they both knew that what happened wasn’t possible by any other explanation.

“…we need to come up with a name for it.” Tabitha spoke to herself, and Rosie raised an eyebrow.

“I may not have been scared of being buried alive, but hearing those words terrifies me.” Rosie deadpanned.

“Aw, Ro, I’m flattered. You say the nicest things.” Tabitha cooed, and they both laughed quietly.

-

“…I have an idea.”

“Oh no.”

“The Great Bondage, the Choking Kink-”

“Okay, I’ve heard enough.”

“Hey! Don’t leave me here! What about the buddy system-”

-

[hi-im-just-a-fan-here]

hey this is my Ghost oc and a story I based around him that nobody asked for!!!

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I will put the whole idea of this story here just cause i doubt I’ll ever write the full thing.  So Antonio is a ghost. He died as a teenager and is now haunting the earth. He’s really friendly though. Ya know Benson from Kipo? Yeah that’s him but with John Laurens looks. He’s just vibing there. He lives in a old giant house deep in a forest. This was not his home when he was alive, yet his old one got destroyed so he just started living in this one as there were no other ghosts there. At some point to his new home came a bunch of teenagers, looking for ghosts. Antonio has the ability to make himself very human-like. So he does that and joins the team to look for the original owner of the house. After all he gets lonely, being a ghost. They of course have no idea at first that he’s a ghost. And as in the few little pictures there he after some time being human-like loses some energy and starts floating again. These drawings are just him grounding himself.

See this punk kid? Yeah, so that’s Eric. He’s a ,,leader’’ of this ghost-searching teenage group. He wanted to make a punk band but ended up looking for cryptids with a bunch of weirdos (that he loves). He tries so hard to be cool but is a giant nerd for ghosts, cryptids and all magic existing. Imma make him and Antonio a ship probably. Eric was the last one to find out that Antonio is a ghost

NOW THE GANG 

Ah, don’t you just love writing down full characters that you’ll only daydream about? I do

So lemme tell ya about them:

Alex

nonbinary

has their shit together

them and Owen are big siblings of the group

still in highschool but works at a coffee shop and enjoys it

sassy as fuck

got friends with Antonio really fast and was the first one to find out he’s a ghost

best friends with Owen since middle school

is there cause they love their friends, enjoys spending time with them and to prevent all of these idiots from killing themselves accidentally 

Owen

secretly mothman (Alex knows)

based like 3/4 of his appearance on Indrid Cold from taz amnesty cause he’s a big fan and it’s his favorite character

doesn’t need glasses but wears them anyway just so people start wondering why does he do that

big bro (but the not put together one) of the group

probs gay

enjoys making others uncomfortable and annoying them

loves making others curious about insignificant things

has homemade clothes ( he’s a tailor but does it as a hobby)

probs suspected Antonio for being a ghost from the start but didn’t say shit

is there for the fun but also loves his friends with all his heart

can fly

Joshua

chill as fuck

good at video games

a biiiig nerd for cryptids

never cold and always wearing shorts

little brother of the group and he loves it

responds to everything as ,,cool’’

never scared

understanding as fuck

can surf

brought a hamster for their trip once and since then it’s their groups pet

was friends with Eric from the start

John

drinks coffee all the time

doesn’t want to be there

scared of everything

afraid to stay alone but scared to come in

tired

catholic strict parents

a little annoying but you’ll get used to it

got shirt dirty ,,shit my mum will kill me’’

dressed nice everytime

closeted

a little racist because of how he was raised but he’s working on it

deep in love with Joshua but denies it

the last one to join the group (beside Antonio)

did not trust Antonio at all at first

plays the violin 

is here cuz has nothing better to do

everyone suspects he’s the ghost but he’s just tired

Agata

Erics’ cool lesbian aunt

friends with the whole group

has a lot of weird stuff that could be murder weapons and nobody knowes where she gets it from

owns a motorcycle

really cool

drives super hardcore

will drive the team anywhere they want

will get them out of trouble

and that’s all. Sorry for a long post, I hope somebody got to the end of it. I didn’t do line art on Antonio cause I thought it will be a cool ghost look.

OH I NEARLY FORGOT:

the house 

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Book Review: The Cryptozoologicon by John Conway, C M Koseman and Darren Naish

While this blog, Dracones Mundi, is reviewing books which helped me research dragons in mythology and folklore, I shall also review this book about cryptozoology, creature design and speculative evolution. The Cryptozoologicon does not have a major focus on dragons or reptiles, but it is a good read for fans of ‘cryptids’ (animals which are not proven by science but are theorised to exist as a way to explain unusual sightings and phenomena – Loch Ness Monster, Chupacabra, Bigfoot etc.)

I would argue that the most famous book published by Irregular Books by John Conway, C M Koseman and Darren Niash is All Yesterdays, a book about palaeoart and its limitations or advantages. The most famous aspect of All Yesterdays are the drawings of modern animals in the style of paleoart, that is, modern animals where the skin is wrapped close to the bone and feathers and fur are replaced by scales, which make them excellent nightmare fuel (you’ve probably seen the terrifying swans on the internet at some point). All of these authors and artists are famous in their own right; John Conway and Darren Niash run the Tetrapod Zoology blog, and CM Koseman is well known in speculative evolution circles as someone who draws weird aliens.

The Cryptozoologicon is a good look at cryptozoology. None of the authors are ‘cryptozoologists’ in a sense that involves going out into the world with nets and cameras to try and find monsters, but Darren Naish could be considered a ‘cryptozoologist’ based on how much he studies cryptids in a sceptical manner – his latest book ‘Hunting Monsters’ is an analysis of cryptozoology. This is a book written by sceptics, so if you only want to read a book which affirms the animals are real then you may not enjoy the tone of this book.

For me, the book is a delight. I love speculative evolution, so a book entirely about analysing non-real creatures and adding realistic theories to them is very cool. Each chapter as three sub-chapters, almost like a transition from ‘not real’ to ‘if it was real’. The first section is by far the most useful in researching cryptids; it’s the background information, the legends, the alleged sightings of the animal. The next section is a little discussion; why is this animal not real, why are similar animals real, and the first ideas of what the animal could be in a more fantastic world – a marsupial bunyip, mbielu-mbielu-mbielu as a bichir fish, a chevrotain (mouse-deer relative) kelpie, etc.

The book is short, and only covers 28 cryptids (of which the ‘dragony ones’ which might interest the Dracones Mundi readership are the Row, Bunyip, Zuiyo Maru Creature, Mbielu-Mbielu-Mbielu, Cadborosaurus, Tizheruk, Buru, Hoop Snake, Minhocão, Gambo and Con Rit), but it is very educational and enjoyable despite it’s short length.

The book is not intended to say “these animals are probably this…”, it is not intended to explain phenomena that people experience when they see a cryptid. One of the reasons I believe the book has such a negative tone towards cryptozoology is to make absolutely certain that the authorial intent is not lost – Naish, Conway and Koseman clearly enjoy monster concepts and creature design, and they clearly had a lot of fun in researching, writing and illustrating this book, and despite the frequent bemoaning of inconsistent or nonsensical eyewitness accounts of cryptids the book does read as a fun and exciting look at these animals. Less “oh no people are stupid for believing in the gorilla man” and more “Bigfoot is a great concept and my bigfoot design is based on Gigantopithecus”.

Links!

Tetrapod Zoology: http://tetzoo.com/

C M Koseman: http://cmkosemen.com/

Book Depository: https://www.bookdepository.com/Cryptozoologicon-I-John-Conway/9781291621532 (£25)

Amazon: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Cryptozoologicon-I-John-Conway/dp/1291621539/ref=sr_1_1?adgrpid=53613599952&gclid=CjwKCAiAluLvBRASEiwAAbX3GTgmcFGwsaZQ6fq3ZwaFKEqyKXTVf1ScocqGSgo-Tg1ZCl_SQlmvmBoC6vEQAvD_BwE&hvadid=259062823340&hvdev=c&hvlocphy=1007390&hvnetw=g&hvpos=1t1&hvqmt=e&hvrand=7198852457447555094&hvtargid=kwd-302016314598&hydadcr=24402_1748874&keywords=cryptozoologicon&qid=1576621937&s=books&sr=1-1 (£25 paperback, £5.99 kindle)

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Bruises Fade : Chapter Seven

 Summary: Amelia Mcallen is Queen’s assistant and now must figure out how to navigate life with the band and her personal life while keeping them separate

Word Count: 2117

Warnings: language

Note: Short chapter with some cute fluff

“Freddie, I don’t have any wine glasses. Can you drink out of a mug?” Millie called, turning her head away from the steaming mugs in front of her.

“if I absolutely must,”

She scoffed softly and finished preparing her tea. As she carefully carried the mugs and the bottle of cheap wine over to the couch he flipped through a magazine lazily. She curled up beside him, wrapping the blanket covering him over her legs. He wrapped his arm over her shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead as she stared absentmindedly at the magazine and blew on her tea. A comfortable silence filled the room as the two friends relished in each other’s presence.

After a few minutes he lowered the magazine and turned to look at Millie. She arched her eyebrows quizzically at his oddly cryptid movements.

“Why have you and Roger been acting like pissy children?”

“What?” she reeled back in surprise at his bluntness.

He took the tea from her hands, placing it on the table before turning back to look at her.

“Lovie, we may seem dull but anyone can see that you two won’t even look at each other much less speak,”

She swallowed thickly, glancing down at her hands.

“We had a bit of a falling out,” she murmured haltingly.

“Ah, a lovers quarrel.” He said absentmindedly, picking up the magazine again. She stared at him in shock as he began to flip through the pages calmly.

“What! No! Why would you think that?” she jumped up and threw her hands in the air erratically. Her eyes were wide and frantic as he glanced up at her teasingly.

“Well I was only taking the piss but I believe you are protesting a tad bit too much,”

“Oh,”

She settled down beside him again and buried her head against his shoulder in embarrassment. A hot flush crept over her neck and cheeks.

“I was only kidding too,” her voice was muffled against his shirt and he chuckled at her pitiful form.

“Yes, of course you were, darling,”

He patted her hand patronizingly before turning back to his magazine. She pulled herself off the couch, grabbing her mug and settling herself on the floor across from him. Her eyes tracked across his movements as she bit down on her lip anxiously. She pulled a notebook off the coffee table but let it fall in her lap and stared down at her hands.

“Freddie?” her voice was barely a whisper as she glanced at him through her eyelashes. “you hired me because you like me, right? Not because you felt guilty?”

His eyes widened slightly and he slowly placed his magazine down beside him. She swallowed thickly, anxious for his answer.

“Why on earth would you think a stupid thing like that?” his voice had a slight angry tone to it and Millie cringed slightly.

“I don’t know. I just wondered. I thought maybe you saw how pitiful my life was and you were trying to rescue me the way you always used to. I don’t need rescuing any-“

“Close your mouth.” He interrupted her bluntly and her eyes flicked up to meet his in fear. “You are too damn stubborn for anyone to feel sorry for you. You don’t let anyone feel sorry for you. I hired you because I enjoy having you around and you don’t put up with anyone’s shit. That’s it. I did not feel guilty and I will not have you feeling all mopey and sad.”

“Oh, Ok,” she glanced back down at her own hands and began to pick at the dry skin around her nails.

“Now would you quit looking like a kicked puppy and get back to whatever you were doing? You’re making me feel ill,”

She scoffed under her breath and rolled her eyes.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Freddie am I making you uncomfortable with my sadness?”

He gently tossed the magazine at her head, squinting at her in play annoyance. She dodged easily and sat back up, giggling. He refilled his mug and she grabbed a pencil off the coffee table and pulled her knees to her chest as she began jotting notes down. A comfortable silence filled the room again and Millie sighed softly, content to simply sit and write.

A weight seemed to have lifted off her chest and she smiled to herself.

About thirty minutes later the phone began to ring, startling Millie into jerking up. She stumbled over her feet to grab it off the hook, her fingers fumbling over the receiver.

“Hello?” “It’s probably the boys. They’re out shopping and I told them to give us a ring when they are done,” Freddie sang out before whoever was on the other side could answer.

“Hello Love, it’s Bri,” Brians warm voice filled Millie’s ear and she began to fiddle with her hair. “Freddie said to call when we finished shopping. He thought we needed to discuss some lyrics and said you wouldn’t mind hosting us for a bit,” his tone was almost apologetic but she still had to roll her eyes because of course Freddie invited them all over without saying a word to her.

“Sure, Brian. Come on over. I’ll let Freddie know,”

“You are truly the best. Thank you,” he gushed before hanging up.

She stood by the phone for a moment, listening to the dial tone as she tried to brace herself for the noise and excitement the rest of the boys would bring.

After a few short seconds she hopped into action, trying to make the flat look neat. She scrubbed at the counter and quickly washed all the dishes in the sink, watching the clock, counting down the minutes till they would arrive.

The knock on the door twenty minutes later yanked her out of tidying and she glanced at Freddie for a moment before staring at the door. She didn’t feel prepared to have Roger back in here again. It was too soon. She couldn’t open the door and watch him saunter in, filling the room with his loud laughter.

“Want me to get it, darling?” Freddie questioned. She nodded her head frantically before turning back to wiping off the kitchen counter.

The door creaked open loudly and instantly the room was filled with chatter and laughter. Freddie threw himself back down on his spot on the couch as Brian sat on the floor, curling his impossibly long legs around himself. Roger stood awkwardly in the doorway for a moment, staring at Millie who couldn’t be bothered to even lift her head from her task, before he flopped down beside Freddie. John wandered into the kitchen, leaning against the counter, watching Millie with a smirk.

“Hi Mils, you ignoring me like you’re ignoring Roger?”

She threw the rag in her hand into the sink and whirled around to stare at him.

“Do you all just confer behind my back?” she hissed quietly, trying not to draw attention from the other boys.

John snickered as he glanced over his shoulder to Roger who was drinking straight from the wine bottle that had been half full and was now nearly empty.

“Did Freddie mention something?”

“Yes, Freddie mentioned something. He called it a lovers quarrel,” she hesitated to glance over at the boys. “Which it is not!”

“We’re not as daft as you seem to think we are. Well Roger is but the rest of us have at least half a brain,”

A tussle broke out in the living room as Freddie tried to snatch the bottle back from Roger, resulting in red wine spilled all over Millie’s couch.

“OK, so Freddie and Roger share half a brain.”

“Honestly Deaky, as much as I love you I really don’t want to talk about Roger. At all. I may have to work with him but that doesn’t mean I have to talk to him.”

John smiled tightly and nodded his head before wandering back into the living room. Millie grabbed a bag of crisps from a cupboard and poured them into a bowl, stalling until she had to follow him.

“Millie, darling? Do you have any more wine? This bimbo spilled it all,” Freddie called to her.

She sighed heavily grabbing the last bottle Louis had left and carrying it and the bowl into the living room.

“I come bearing booze and chips,”

“Millicent, we are far too classy to call anything booze,” Freddie claimed as he placed his hand on his chest in mock shock.

“Millicent?” Brian questioned turning to her.

“Freddie feels the need to make everything as extravagant as possible,” she groaned, settling down beside Brian on the floor.

Her hip pressed gently against his knee and she gasped softly when the denim of his jeans rubbed against the sliver of skin between her shirt and skirt as she leant forward to place the chips on the coffee table. He shifted slightly, stretching his legs forward as he placed his hands behind his back to rest his weight on. The tip of his thumb grazed against her hand and she jerked away as sparks seemed to jolt across her skin. He murmured a quick apology and she nodded her head, keeping her eyes on her feet.

“So what song are you working on now?” she questioned, scooting away from Brian slightly.

“Fred wanted to talk about Seven seas of Rhye, I believe,” Brian answered quickly.

Millie grabbed her notebook off the floor as the boys began talking lyrics and harmonies. She laid on her stomach on the floor, her feet in the air, waving back and forth as she wrote. Her mind began to drift away into the world of her story as she worked. A faint smile played across her lips every time a new sentence flew into her head.

“Millicent!” Freddie nearly yelled, yanking her from her thoughts.

She sat up straight and stared at him, fear playing just behind her eyes. Her fingers twitched against the notebook as she tried force out a sentence.

“W..what Fred?” she stuttered out.

“We’ve been calling your name for hours but you were far too invested in what you were doing to pay any notice to us.” He whined before quirking an eyebrow at her. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Just some homework,” she lied quickly, shutting the notebook and standing up. Her hands continued shaking as she rubbed them roughly against her skirt.

“Well if you can’t share, I’ll just ask what I’ve been trying to ask for the past hour,”

Roger rolled his eyes exaggeratedly at Freddie dramatics and Millie couldn’t help but giggle.

“Do you have a scrabble board, darling?”

“Yes Fred, you forced me to buy one, remember?” she wandered into the kitchen, shuffling through cabinets looking for the seldom used game.

“I thought you would enjoy it! It’s good for the brain, lovie. And it’s fun.”

“It’s not fun. It lasts far too long and you are too competitive for it to be fun,” She whined finally finding the game and carrying it back into the living room.

Brian pulled it gently from her hands, placing the board on the coffee table and handing out tiles and tile holders.

“I thought you were here to work. Not play games,” she murmured.

“All work and no play makes Freddie a dull boy,” Fred answered quickly, his lips twitched into a smirk.

“Freddie could never be a dull boy,” Millie rolled her eyes and sat on the arm of the couch, resting her arm on Freddie’s shoulder.

The game began quietly, Millie watched over shoulders, trying to guess what their next word would be. As it progressed on it grew more heated. Roger began yelling at Brian because he thought he was cheating and Brian dropped out of the game altogether, too fed up with Roger to deal with him any longer.

Millie wandered over to Brian, and stood behind him, her fingers ghosting over his curls.

“Can I braid you hair, Bri? It’s so curly I think it would be fun to try,”

He shrugged his shoulders and rested his back against her knees as she began weaving her fingers through his hair. His closed in contentment and he let out a soft sigh as she gently tugged his curls. Roger couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from them as Millie’s giggled and whispered to Brian, her fingers constantly pressing against his scalp.

“try being nice to her and maybe she’ll braid your pretty blond hair too,” Freddie whispered in his ear, causing him to jolt up and glance down at his tiles.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

“Of course, you don’t,” Freddie snickered.

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INTERVIEW: Evan Dorkin, Veronica & Andy Fish explain exactly how Re-Animator influenced Blackwood: The Mourning After

INTERVIEW: Evan Dorkin, Veronica & Andy Fish explain exactly how Re-Animator influenced Blackwood: The Mourning After

And just why dealing with magic and resurrection can be so damn hard

Once the black Horse show Blackwood concluded, a path of systems inside her wake, plus it was as much as a reluctant gang of teenagers to create things appropriate at the school. In Blackwood: The Mourning After , author Evan Dorkin and designers Veronica and Andy Fish look after unfinished company, with more secret, mayhem and mysticism waiting for you for the teenage protectors of Blackwood university. They talked into the Beat about their brand new miniseries and why magical spells are this kind of messy company.

Nancy Powell: the complete Blackwood show feels as though this trippy mix that is nostalgic Scooby-Doo, Archie and Harry Potter. Will you be an admirer of those series?

Evan Dorkin: we enjoyed the very first four books within the Harry Potter show, and I’ve read a lot of old Archie comics. I happened to be a scooby-doo that is big as a youngster. But just what I’d at heart while developing Blackwood was 80’s horror comedies like Return regarding the Living Dead and Re-Animator , and school comedies like genuine Genius and Animal House . The comic has a college environment, there’s miracle, and there’s kids that are meddling and so I absolutely have why those actions show up a whole lot.

Veronica Fish: truthful to Jesus, I became never ever an admirer of every of the, haha!

Powell: just How did Blackwood happen?

Evan: i needed to publish more horror-themed material, and I also needed work because Beasts of Burden was for an unscheduled hiatus. I showed Daniel Chabon (Dark Horse Senior Editor) so I started working on some pitches, and Blackwood was the first one. He asked for revisions and provided me with some extremely notes that are specific assist me personally punch it and acquire it to the stage where we needed seriously to find an musician. We saw Veronica’s work while walking the aisles at Heroes Con and thought she’d be a choice that is excellent Blackwood . She consented to can be bought in as co-creator, and Andy arrived on board once we began the very first series. We now have Greg McKenna lettering so Veronica and Andy can spend more time on designs, art and colors. It absolutely was a long procedure getting Blackwood into printing nonetheless it was worthwhile, it is been lots of fun to operate on.

Andy Fish : we saw just just just what Evan and Veronica had been working up and I also blackmailed them into permitting me personally in—this was the style of series i must say i wished to focus on.

Powell: The series includes a nostalgic, psychedelic check out it which comes from the color scheme. Was that something you considered all along? Or was it a pleased scenario?

Veronica: When I paint i love to deposit a hyper-saturated base layer of neon gouache, therefore I genuinely believe that practice is originating through into the comics. Ideally the colors have actually a little bit of a “susperia” vibe.

Evan: I adore the palette. It’s variety of like a candy-coated Giallo approach that offers the show a really distinct appearance and style.

Powell: just What switches into making an issue that is typical of?

Evan: we compose a lot of and everything that is over-explain my complete script, then Veronica and Andy break it down and work out it into comics. Often we deliver guide for particular things. Often I’ll perform a rough design of something because I’m unsure in the event that script is obvious enough—the sketches aren’t a mandate, they’re simply to place the concept over. Things have kicked backwards and forwards at each stage—I’ll have actually notes, Veronica and Andy could have a few ideas, Daniel could have notes. We discuss whatever pops up and then make revisions. A few ideas don’t result from the scripts. Andy possessed an idea that is great Jamar’s character, while Veronica’s designs have actually sparked brand new plot points and changed exactly exactly how some characters are utilized. It’s a collaboration, there’s a complete great deal of back and forth.

Veronica: Evan’s scripts are available and now we have wonderful time reading it, doing thumbnails in the dining room table. We’ll glance at John Carpenter films, some Eisner, Junji Ito, whatever assists resolve a panel. Andy will need an amount of pages and commence layouts that are doing penciling. I’ll start penciling other pages. I actually do completed inks so it can have a consolidated look. We deliver it set for feedback, and Andy will begin color flats. I actually do last colors, Greg letters. We have a coronary arrest over just what else can be carried out to really make it better, and Andy informs me at some true point you must stop tweaking and move ahead. Perform.

Andy: we have been constantly fine tuning.

Powell: The fine can be a plot that is intriguing — kind of like a elixir of youth or even the pensive (the basin that reveals one’s previous memories) within the Harry Potter publications. And I also suspect perhaps maybe not when it comes to good of this college?

Evan: a while I realized it’s a lot like the Lazarus Pit that R’as Al Ghul has, and I got a little bummed out after I put the well into the storyline. We knew through the get-go it wasn’t a brand new concept, returning to the elixir of youth and mythology. I suppose the distinction with your fine is the fact that you’re resurrected into a body that is new which I’m yes in addition has been done. But i believe the interesting angle is its usage happens to be limited by a team of old control-freaks whom didn’t trust handing Blackwood College up to someone else. Each of them shared a really single-minded function, the cause of which we desire to expose in a future tale. And there’s a key towards the fine it self, how it works and what’s within it, that will make it be an issue later on. There should be a resurrection unit.

Powell: The monkey that is two-headed a pretty wicked set of characters. The thing that was the motivation behind that?

Evan: Chimp Ho Tep was one thing we invest the pitch bible as a tale, a campus metropolitan legend. It will be seen afroromance dating site reviews every now and then such as for instance a cryptid, however it wound up learning to be a of good use character.

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Powell: associated with the primary figures, which do you realy recognize most abundant in and exactly why?

Evan: Stephen, because he’s scared and incompetent but attempts to make a tale from the jawhorse all. Wren, because she’s enraged, protective and abrasive but deep down she wishes everyone else become pleased. And Chimp Ho Tep since it’s a unfortunate baby that is little contends with itself.

Veronica: we just love Jamar and totally get both their exasperation aided by the pupils along with his drive to complete the proper thing.

Andy: my character that is favorite in show (to date) is Professor Mortlake— the man has design and then he appears like precisely the type of man the college requires at this time. Really i prefer so characters that are many the show. Evan is a writer that is incredible.

Powell: of the many characters in Blackwood: The Mourning After, that are your chosen to create and draw?

Evan: i love composing the core students — Reiko, Wren, Stephen and Jamar. Colby is really a complete great deal of enjoyable because he’s miserable. Mortlake is a character that is new this arc that is become enjoyable to work alongside, aswell. And Chimp Ho Tep is enjoyable considering that the relative minds talk to the other person in screwy stunted English. But i love writing pretty much all the cast. Why introduce figures which you don’t enjoy composing?

Veronica: i like everyone, mostly the way they act as a product. Evan includes a gift that is real making individuals distinctive; you can’t simply swap their discussion. And every mix of figures will yield a fresh and result that is interesting. Wren and Colby are enjoyable to draw simply because they emote a great deal.

Andy: my personal favorite character to draw is Colby. Within the series that is first had him standing with a kind of dark cloud over their mind so we made the spots on their top deliberately Charlie Brown like—as sort of “Lucy relocated the football again” kind of thing—perfect character to exhibit feeling with. He’s got an excellent face.

Powell: Which components of the comic would be the most challenging to publish and draw?

[syrupwit]

Letter for Chocolate Box 2017

Hello! Thank you for considering making something for me. I am not that great at letters, so please contact the mods or send an anonymous ask message if anything is unclear. Also! I’m probably not as picky as I sound.

In general, I like:

Femslash, slash, and gen (most of these prompts are f/f or m/m but I also like gen a lot!)

Pretty girls wearing pretty clothes

Supernatural creatures looking rad

Cool monsters 

Humor and crack!fic

Supernatural horror, especially ghost stories and cosmic horror

Isolated or "outsider" characters finding true friends

Powerful people/beings who are unusually loyal and attached to less powerful people/beings

Pining

Sexuality angst, whether it concludes with gay/bi characters being hopeful or determined and more comfortable with themselves or getting further entrenched in self-destructive spirals

Women being really important to other women, whether their relationship is overall positive or negative or conflicted or whatever

Unconventionally attractive characters/couples

Domestic slice-of-life with a slightly weird twist 

In general, I do not like:

Het as the main romantic pairing (unless it’s for Katanagatari)

BDSM (unless specified in a prompt)

M/f femsub. I know this is implied to be a DNW by the bullet points above, but this is a hard squick for me so I want to make sure that's made clear!

Romances where one character becomes a ghost over the course of the story (it's OK if they start out a ghost)

Issuefic

Onscreen rape/noncon (unless it’s Korse/Party Poison i guess)

Onscreen child abuse

Fandoms I requested:

Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys

“The Hound” (H. P. Lovecraft)

Katanagatari

Original Work

Revolutionary Girl Utena/Shoujo Kakumei Utena

Prompts/DNWs for Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys

The only pairing I’ve requested is:

Korse/Party Poison -- Hero/villain! Post-apocalyptic dystopia! Mind control! Do Killjoys really never die? Has Korse ever captured Party Poison pre-music video canon? Is post-comics Korse imprisoned by B/L/I/N/D and does he then meet a brainwashed Party Poison? Or perhaps the characters have another past together, one that either or both have forgotten? (If you have a messed-up idea, please feel FREE to run with it for this canon.)

DNW: Child abuse. Also, although I am well familiar with the variety of ways that bandom and Killjoys canon have been integrated over the years, I would prefer it if the characters of Party Poison and Korse were kept separate from their bandom counterparts for any fills or treats made for me in this challenge.

Prompts/DNWs for "The Hound” by H. P. Lovecraft

("The Hound" can be read in its entirety here.)

Narrator/St. John -- When they're not busy stealing cursed amulets, examining the treasures in their underground collection of sacred objects treated disrespectfully as Goth memorabilia, or discussing the finer aesthetic points of their mutual ennui, what sorts of activities do these graverobbing hipsters get up to in that big empty house on the moor?

DNW: Necrophilia, guro, het (m/f).

Prompts/DNWs for Katanagatari

I fucking love this anime, occasional fanservicey shots of Togame and all. If you aren’t familiar with it, and you like or at least don’t mind anime, backgrounds that have more definition than characters(’ noses), borderline-supernatural fiction set in historical Japan, and outlandishly dressed people having slow, lengthy, at times philosophical conversations while ostensibly doing sword things at each other, then I recommend that you try it out! 

In any case, here are my pairing-specific prompts:

Togame/Yasuri Shichika -- Togame and Shichika being happy and enjoying time together ;__;

Hitei-Hime/Yasuri Shichika -- Post-canon, Hitei-Hime and Shichika are set upon by bandits and must dispatch them. These bandits don’t know what hit them!

Togame/Yasuri Nanami -- AU where Nanami, not Shichika, accompanies Togame on her quest.

Hitei-Hime/Togame -- Hitei-Hime and Togame matching wits pre-canon.

I also just think Hitei-Hime is super super pretty, and I love her character design. So... If you feel inspired to draw even a small or sketchy picture of her? I’d totally be pleased.

DO NOT WANT: Hitei-Hime/Togame/Shichika that posits Shichika as the focal point of the triad.

Prompts/DNWs for Original Work

My likes and DNWs are well specified at the beginning of the letter, so here are just prompts for the pairings listed:

Female Non-Humanoid Robot/Female Humanoid Robot -- Uh. Anything, honestly! What do they do? How did they meet? How did they fall in love? ...Robot sex?

Female Cryptid/Female Human -- Female Human gets lost in the woods and is rescued by Female Cryptid.

Barista/Vampire -- Hardworking Barista just wants to take out the trash so they can go home and wash the scalded milk smell from their clothes, but then they are attacked on the way to the dumpster. Who to the rescue but that slightly creepy customer who orders their own weight in coffee and sits in the darkest corner of the shop all day? (Why were they loitering in that alley anyway?)

Necromancer & Demon Summoner -- What is the relationship between these two? Are they friends? Friendly acquaintances? Professional rivals? Do they set up shop in different suites in the same aged, sparsely populated office building, and gradually come to realize that they work in similar fields? Do they totally fight a monster or some aspect of city bureaucracy together? Is there a regrettable incident where a ghoul called by the demon summoner wanders off and consumes some of the necromancer's employees? Or do they just trade professional anecdotes over a cup of tea?

Female Demon/Female Human -- A female graduate student, lonely and bored with being single, accidentally summons a succubus. But it works out!

Female Alien/Female Human -- Female Human is exploring some strange ruins when she encounters Female Alien. (If you wanted to make Female Alien a more Lovecraftian sort of alien, tentacles or gelatinous shapeshifting abilities or POWER TO INSPIRE INDESCRIBABLE FEAR or no, that would be awesome.) 

Prompts/DNWs for Revolutionary Girl Utena

I love Utena! What a great show and character. I love the movie too, and could happily expound on why I think it functions as a sequel to the anime series more than an AU, but this is not the time or place for that.

Some general likes for RGU fic and fanart:

Surreal tone

Absurdist humor

Roses

Beautiful uniforms and dresses /o\

RGU-specific dislikes/DNWs:

Explicit sexual content -- not for this fandom please. Implied is welcome!

Works focused specifically on how characters recover from abuse and trauma

Noncanonical character death

Juri or Utena paired with male characters romantically (though one-sided crushes are fine)

Prompts for each pairing listed:

Anthy/Utena -- Utena is an enthusiastic but inept barista; Anthy is her favorite customer.

Anthy/Utena -- Anthy, Utena, and Chu-Chu have a nice time at the beach. Or anywhere, really.

Akio/Touga -- Akio reveals to Touga that he is dead.

Anthy/Kanae -- Angst! I requested this pairing because of this fan theory about Kanae being a former winning duelist who chose to become Akio's princess, and Anthy having bitterness towards her because of that: http://rosepetalrevolution.tumblr.com/post/152521898992/  You don’t have to go along with the fan theory -- anything angsty with Anthy and Kanae would be great.

Juri/Shiori/Ruka -- (Please no Juri-->Ruka or Juri reciprocating Ruka's feelings.) Shiori cottons on to Ruka's feelings for Juri and suggests they all do an activity together, hoping to shame both of them with her knowledge. Things do not go as planned.

Nanami & Tsuwabaki -- Nanami rents a house for summer vacation. Tsuwabuki accompanies her. It turns out the house is haunted... or is it?!

Utena/Wakaba -- Wakaba gave Utena chocolate for Valentine's Day. What does Utena give her for White Day?

Touga/Saionji -- Touga is a ghost, and everyone has forgotten him. Then Saionji starts having strange dreams...