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bring me CRYPTO ATSUME the game where you attempt to get photos of the numerous cryptids and paranormal phenomena that show up in your yard. try to work out what kind of food you have to put out to get mothman to show up. all the pictures in your CRYPTIDBOOK are unconvincingly blurry but you know what you saw

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*pokes Paige to do more with this blog LOL*

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down the rabbit hole | mikami | prologue | open

Mikami was scared out of her mind, to say the very least.

She’d spent a while pacing back and forth, muttering shakily to herself and scribbling in a small pocket-size notebook. She didn’t seem to care much if anyone saw her, but she was violently defensive of the contents of the notebook. If anyone had dared to come close to her in that time, she would have quite literally flipped out.

Her luck had turned rotten. Trapped in a warehouse, and told to commit murder if she wanted to escape. Well, never mind the fact that she could barely go a day without seeing the sun, she hated blood. She was adamantly opposed to the idea of killing someone. So that meant she was either doomed to stay there forever, or she would be killed...

She needed a plan. Defensive strategy. She first needed to explore everywhere she had access to. 

The warehouse was fairly large, so that was going to take up a lot of her time. She stuck her notebook in the pocket of her bright teal trench coat, adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and set off determinedly to a stack of boxes near the wall.

She was in the process of rummaging through piles of blue clothing when she heard footsteps echoing in the large room, getting closer to her position. Immediately, she wheeled around and threw her hands up. Mikami’s eyes screwed shut and she whimpered pathetically. 

“Iyaa, oh please don’t hurt me...!”

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juuust in case people didn’t see this in the skype group i’ll make another intro post ;v;

hello! greetings! welcome to mikami’s blog. i’m paige (she/her) or ollie and i’m the mun here. i won’t be listing my own triggers here due to a prior incident (i did it once for another rp and i was submitted some nasty pics of heavy gore :///) so i just ask that you respect all our respective triggers! i will do my absolute best to tag everything; i will usually even tag triggers that arent specifically mentioned in the list just to be safe. i want everyone to be comfy while we’re roleplaying!

and in case anyone needs it, here is mikami:

i only have like. 3 sprites (im so lazy tfw) so i usually use icons, her faceclaim is mirai kuriyama.

(fun fact: mirai is also her voiceclaim)

ooh! check out mikami’s relationship page if you want a non-canon look at what she thinks of your character (just knowing their names and talents)!

ok, i think that’s really it! gosh this is like the longest intro i’ve ever written ;0

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Sea Cryptids 

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youve heard of bigfoot.....now get ready for

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hey!!! it’s my bday!!!! i decided (not bc im an unoriginal meme although i am also that) since i love you all, i would do some art today!!!! if you want some memeing art, reblog this w/ what u want and some refs. it will probably be super lame and have stuff written all over it but if you want something cleaner and less dumb that is also ok!

i will not draw: furries, mechas, nsfw, pepe the frog

i will draw: ocs, animu characters, ocs, did i mention ocs

i love ocs ok.

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Mikami had just watched two people she considered friends be killed. She was not exactly in the most happy of moods, to say the least. She stumbled the halls of block B, unable to sleep, no longer feeling hungry. She had a blank, glazed over look in her eyes and her mouth hung open. She looked like a zombie.

She made a few laps, then tripped over her own feet. She grunted as she sprawled across the cold floor, and then the tears hit. She lay there, unable to stop the loud sobs that wracked her body. She was quite literally falling apart.

Mikami could hear someone else nearby, also sobbing. At least she wasn’t alone in her pain. She slowly turned her head to look in the direction of the other sound to find another girl sitting on her bed.

Looks a lot more comfortable than my position.

Too Much.../Re: After Trial/Open

The entire world seemed to stop for her. Mimi was dead. She killed Budoshi. They were both gone. Mimi’s final words rang in her ears. She wanted them to live on and survive. Even as she was being sentenced to death by their own hands, she was still wishing the best of luck for them.

But how could they keep going on like this? Just waiting for the next body to appear, then sentence another friend to a horrible end. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right.

It wasn’t human.

Youko stumbled into her cell, gripping onto anything she could for support. As soon as she reached the bed, she fell down on it and began sobbing into the pillow, letting all the sadness, anger and fear flow out of her. She hadn’t noticed that she left the cell door open, but she didn’t care at this point.

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Mikami had only just noticed how hungry she really was. It had been a long time since she’d had food, and the telltale growls of her stomach alerted her to this fact.

Does he want us to starve...? W-Would that even be fun for him?

She stumbled her way back to her cell, convinced she could sleep off the gnawing hunger. She also hoped she’d pass York on her way back; maybe he’d be able to distract her. Mikami was just about back to her cell when she smelled it: sugar. She’d never had an extraordinary nose, but she knew that scent when she smelled it.

She immediately began following her nose, as if she were a dog sniffing an animal’s scent. Soon, she found herself witness to an unusual scene. A boy was sitting alone eating some sort of...

Oh dear.

“Wh-What the heck...?! Where did you g-get those...?”

She just kept staring at them, and then her stomach growled in another protest. With a sigh, she finally gave in to her hunger. Who cared what they looked like? They smelled fabulous to her.

“...C-C-Could I have one?”

Hideaway [OPEN]

With his own puppet keeping watch, Eli feasted in silence. Sweets were never his thing, but as the first edible thing he’s had in a while, they were going down without a problem. Eli knew some of them were missing, but he didn’t want to bring this into the open. It was probably the other person assigned to his cell anyways.

Maybe everybody had a bag. Eli cursed himself for not snooping around the other cells. Then again, now he doesn’t look as suspicious what with the corpse showing up. “One more and I’ll head back to investigating.”

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okcryptid

on a typical Friday night I am: thinking about Nessie

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She nodded, not pushing the mask topic. Though she was still pretty wrapped up in her own emotions, she could tell it was a sore subject for the boy.

“E-Er, I haven’t looked around much, but it feels...dreary. I hope there’s somewhere for us to sleep. A-And something to eat...”

waking nightmare // mikami // open

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Her almond-shaped hazel eyes flickered to his for a moment, gazing through her eyelashes at him meekly. Her glasses were still wet with tears and it was hard for her to see. 

“I-I just feel...l-like I should be...”

Her lower lip wobbled and she pressed her face back against him before the tears started again. 

If she knew how much he was truly sacrificing for her, she would be astounded. She knew York loved her, but to such an extent where he would put his life necessities on hold for her? It would shock her to know that. She would immediately disapprove, because it was exactly the reverse for her.

Her hand stroked down and up his back, finally grasping the fabric hanging from his shoulder.

waking nightmare // mikami // open

“…. Tamiko,” He nudged her in a plaint hush, stick digits carefully brushing through her tangled hair, his motions still as deliberate as ever. Once again lips danced over her supple forehead and temples lovingly, him trying to get her to look at him even for a mere second.

“Why be sorry? You did nothing wrong.” York murmured tenderly, grip tightening but not to where he was crushing the poor thing against him.“Please don’t waste your energy on him…”

Speaking of which the writer was so dry and hollow from lack of water and proper food intake. For him even sitting up was hard and made him ache, though quietly he smothered it. She was much more important, any how.

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She nodded, managing a weak little smile.

“N-Nice to meet you as well, Naoki-san.”

Unsure of what else to say, she pointed at his mask.

“Th-That’s, um...a nice mask. My mom likes to collect masks.”

waking nightmare // mikami // open

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She nodded meekly in agreement.

“He’s...scary...”

Mikami heaved a little sigh then stood up, pausing to swipe at her eyes. Her hands came down wet with tears, which she quickly wiped on her trench coat to hide the evidence. 

“I’m...Mikami. Tamiko Mikami. C-Call me Tamiko if you like...”

waking nightmare // mikami // open

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Mikami tried earnestly to listen to his pleas, and soon her sobs had quieted to whines. Her head was still buried against his chest, for she was too embarrassed to face the world. Her breathing was deeper, as per York’s request, though there was a frequent shudder and gasp as her lungs yearned for more air.

She felt his heartbeat close to her ear, and listened to it for a while. It was calm, but slightly quick. Mikami knew it was partly due to her and partly due to the intense situation. So, she wasn’t too worried. She’d have time to question him and make sure he was alright after she finished her little meltdown.

She managed to croak out a whisper that sounded more cohesive. “I-I’m sorry,” she repeated, still unable to look up.

waking nightmare // mikami // open

The fresh water saturating into his mildly thick sweater, the pure heat and utter anguish rolling out with them spurring him on further, carefully, tenderly still, and slow lips still puckered lovingly against trembling flesh, his long fingers sliding to grasp at her prickling cheeks, icy thumbs brushing at the corners of her eyes in soothing motions.

The thing had hurt the most to him out of everything was seeing her cry even for a second, it harshly cracked his already sloppily smoothed out world, nearly sending it crumpling again like his flimsy will to live.

Every racked shudder floating from her curled up being sent his heart choking within his chest, strings tightening every wrenched drop that fell which also burned his blood quietly, like a horrid beast in wait.

“Shhh.” He ghosted, now smoothing his slightly calloused hands down her hair, petting, stroking while she shivered and pressed against him, in raw pain and bare need.

His mouth fluttered against hers briefly, a chaste half-kiss to see if it would help, then he chooses to hug her firmly, humming kindly, patiently in her ears.

“Just take deep breaths… Listen to my heart beat if it helps.” The albino offered gladly, lightly nosing her jaw and curtain of hair pleadingly, begging wordlessly.“Steady your air.”

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Mikami looked up with wide, wet eyes.

“N-Not really...” she hiccuped, feeling vulnerable under the gaze of this stranger. What a lovely way to meet someone.

She decided to explain herself, saying, “I-It was that puppet...he was saying...a-awful things about me...”

waking nightmare // mikami // open