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[crvptd]

# crvptd. an independent , highly selective oc . blog est. circa 2023. mutuals only & 18+ for depictions of death and graphic situations . as told by creecher(mun) { 35 , she/her , est. }

a study in : the natural decay of life , the urbanization of rural areas , disturbing the comfortable , giving humanity to the monster , & the preservation of folklore .

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Leave a drawing on Creech's dumpster!

[theoldsecretkeeper]

She bit her tongue, no literally! She was biting her tongue at Maurice's stalling. Thank god Sacch did something, and Creech said something instead of her. She did not like having magic dissed on, even if it was for stalling. She leaned in and listened to Maurice's secret and then Creech's. That reminded her of something, but she didn't say anything about it. Not the time or place to.

She moved her hand to her lips and did the zipping motion. There was no judgment in those eyes. Hell, there was nothing in them for a moment before she flicked her wrist, and Raziel opened its eyes fully, seeming to take the secrets to heart.

"Secret's safe with me."

She took her bracelet off, spun it around on her finger a few times before dropping it, and let it turn into a secret eye and is already stepping in, seeming to be fully into the portal before poking her head out to the three.

"I thinkkk Mr. Sacch is ok to come in without spilling any other secrets. I mean he did spill one saving Creech. Dad knows him. So he should be fine!"

@lultimagoccia

[lultimagoccia]

God, this was weird. This was all so weeeeiiiiird his family was fuckin' weird and Maurice just wanted to go home and kiss his computer wife like a normal fuckin' guy okay, he did not NEED this. But even as he hesitated, Peppino rolled his eye and hooked his elder sibling around his shoulders, all but pushing him step by step into the opened Secret Eye.

" 'ey 'ey 'ey, easy, fatass! " Maurice yelped indignantly, before the two of them took the final step into the Secret Eye.

Today was gonna be a long, insufferable day. Peppino might as well have been walking into a portal to Hell.

@crvptd

[crvptd]

if creech had to tell anyone a secret , she knew that it was safe with margarita . especially after .. everything . yeah . she's not gonna dwell on all that , right now . there are more important matters .

to say that it was a neat single file into the portal would've been a lie . between the pair of brothers squabbling , and creech trying to do that Thing she did where she'd tuck her tail under her arm and sneak past people , she promptly tripped maurice up . who probably tripped pepp up . and uh . well . at least they all made it through , for better or worse !

sorry about that , raziel .

@theoldsecretkeeper

[crvptd]

which tarot suit are you ?

Pentacles (Coins)

You are self-aware! You are a grounded and pragmatic person, and you have your priorities straight. You are resilient and a hard worker. You can be a little materialistic sometimes and you are prone to fixation. You're a little bit of a hedonist but you are so level headed that you don't overindulge.

[izzetheking]

What the Heck is a mushroom?Well let me tell you… its like a plant… but stop right there…Its not a plant… its nota planet and not an animal.. Its something else… Something fucked up that we havnt ever seen before… You can eat it on a steak but its not an animal or a plant… So what is a mushrom? Its a fungits

[crvptd]

there are so many .

she must look really silly , standing in an aisle of port obello's hardware store . those big , yellow eyes gaze upon a literal wall of sandpaper packages , and she can feel her mind blanking out . wh .. which one is , uh ..

❛ you need help , forest lady ? ❜

a voice called from the front counter , snapping her out of her fog . the owner was old -- a little older than pepp , she wagered -- with a graying beard and suspenders . he smelled like his shop , like wood shavings and metal . and so she knew that this was the right place for ..

❛ yeah . ❜ she looked back up at the display , at all the packets of sandpaper , all the little numbers that .. frankly she didn't understand a lick of . ❛ i'm trying to figure out which one've these to get . ❜

❛ well , how fine a grit do you need ? ❜

❛ g . uh . grit .. ? ❜

the shop owner shook his head , emerging from his comfortable sitting spot behind the counter . he made his way over to the aisle , pointing with a meaty finger at one of the package's numbers .

❛ the number's gonna tell you what the paper's grit is . the higher the number , the finer the grit , the smoother the finish . ❜ a pause . ❛ what're you workin' on ? ❜

for a moment , she didn't want to say anything . she was still quiet when she pulled something out of her hoodie pocket ; circular , small , roughly carved . it looked like a very strange hex nut , or ..

❛ ah . ❜

the shop owner , too , seemed keen to say very little about it , specifically . ❛ my personal recommendation would be startin' with a 150 , then moving up to a 220 , 'n then a 400 . ❜ he plucked the three packages off of the wall , offering them to her . creecher pocketed her project again and took the sandpaper , nodding .

❛ thanks . ❜

there was something oddly nostalgic to this . a faint glimmer of warmth from so many years ago . newer , eager eyes watching attentively as rough hands skillfully sheared away wood from wood , little bits and pieces and jagged edges , coaxing shapes from nothing . fields , she'd gotten softer , lately . it was still so weird , so different .

❛ uh -- ❜ she perked up , causing the man to pause as he was turning to leave . ❛ .. i'm sure you're busy . but . could i .. tell you a little more about what i'm making ? maybe you could give me some suggestions . i've never worked on somethin' this small , before . ❜

her question was met with a little smile .

❛ fine . come pay for your sandpaper and i'll put a pot of coffee on . s'too late for many more customers , anyway . ❜

[theoldsecretkeeper]

She didn't even notice Maurice leaning a bit closer to look at her bracelet, since she was listening to the two, dang, if she had a nickel for helping to save someone loved ones, she would have two now. Weird.. is she going to be the girlfriend saver now?

"I don't think I noticed anything either, at least I think...."

To be fair she been so out of it, and was sorta hibernating in the secret realm for a bit. So she couldn't really know.

"We can im pretty sure, I mean.. we found you, right? I don't think anything will happen this time in the realm."

She nervously chuckled, ugh.. she felt like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders, her palms were a little sweaty, her mind was making up stupid scenarios, what if Raziel didn't behave, what if she lost them in the realm? What if they were sent to another timeline besides Ada's?-

No, no, come on focus Margarita! Your the only secret keeper in port obello! You gotta at least try!

"I don't mind helping you and Miss.. Ada was it?"

"But you gotta follow the rules! This is a bigggg secret of my family after all."

She holds up one finger at maurice. She knew this was probably annoying, but hey, rules are rules!

"Number one, no telling anyone about this. You can only talk about this with me and me only. If you do talk to someone else, i will be no help for you. The portals will not open up next time. Possibly mess up timelines in general."

She holds up another finger and shakes her wrist to wake up Raziel. The eyes slightly opened and were looking at Maurice. It seemed to know that this was a stranger they never met before.

"And two, you gotta tell a secret! The portal will not work otherwise. It doesn't have to be a deep dark one, but we do need a secret for access. If not, you probably get super duper lost and wont be able to accurately go where you need to go."

@lultimagoccia

[lultimagoccia]

" a secret? what, we a buncha tween girls at a sleepover now? gonna braid each other's hair afterwards, paint our nails n' talk about boys? christ. why's magic got rules n' shit, i thought th' point was to fuckin' bend the world to your whims. what's the point if you can't just do whatever. s'why i never bothered learning. nothin' a bippety - boppety - boo's got over a fuckin' handgun. "

was he stalling? yes. and he would probably have continued to filibuster the whole rescue mission thing if peppino didn't smack him on the arm with a growled order to get on with it, he got better things to do than babysit.

" ... " a gesture for marg to lean closer, and another gesture for pepp and creech to step back. nobody else was hearing this one, because it was just THAT kept under wraps. nobody knew. not even ada.

" ... my kid brother. giovanni. i miss him, too. "

@crvptd

[crvptd]

❛ just tell her a fuckin' secret , maurice . i can vouch for marg' . she's not gonna tell anyone . ❜

she wasn't keen to eavesdrop . and besides , she had to think of her own secret to share . she genuinely didn't have many . if someone asked her something , they got an answer . plain and simple . there was one , but .. sheesh . when she thought about it , it was pretty embarrassing .

when maurice's secret was shared , she slipped down from peppino's shoulders , casually plodding over to margarita , hands in her pockets . she didn't look up at the secret keeper , crinkling her nose with a curt little sniffle . what she uttered was for marg's ears only -- quiet , and kept between them .

❛ i feel bad that , uh . i can't give peppino th'family he wants . can't have kids , i mean . so . yeah . ❜

@theoldsecretkeeper

[valentina-poem]

[wizardarchetypes]

puppy play but i’m some sort of endangered wolf who is sick and injured so a team of medical experts work around the clock to diagnose and fix me and they feed me an ideal diet and post photos of me on social media and everyone says “ooohhh awwwwwwww!!!!” and then i get released back to the wild because it’s the right thing to do and from then on i only occasionally show up on random trail cams and people say “yay!” and they leave me alone

[emptyzone]

"Is that a joke on how pizza places sell chicken wings for some odd reason, mrww?"

[crvptd]

❛ a . actually it was cuz he had skinny little arms , but that was before . the thing . so you know what , yeah , it's because pizza places sell chicken w -- ❜

[emptyzone]

"It's a biiiiiiiit mean, but me and Frisk call Omino 'Oh-No', sometimes."

"Because... You know, mrw."

[crvptd]

❛ oh no , it's chicken wing . ❜

[theoldsecretkeeper]

She just stared at the whole thing, confused, baffled, and cannot hear a single thing. S-should Margarita do something? She could yell, but that could hurt her thr- oh hey Creech got it. It took a few seconds before she shook her head, trying to focus on everyone. Focus Marg, you do not want the group to repeat themselves a third time

She took off the bracelet, shook it a smidge, opened a mini portal inside, and reached on in there to pull out a glass of water. How on earth... oh she is handing it to sacch. Her throat hurts when she yells so maybe he needed some water since he was yelling.

"And no more yelling. I already lost hearing in one ear, i do not need to be fully deaf yet."

She added onto Creech's comment before sitting down on the ground, ready to listen to whatever the the guy had to say. What a weird lady.

@lultimagoccia

[lultimagoccia]

damn those perfect, wonderful, precious tiny hands right to hell. peppino wanted to yell and swing his fists, dammit. maurice was just BEGGING for a good slug in his dumb idiot face. maybe that would finally align whatever had snapped in his brain, to make him so immensely annoying.

but he could not continue being pissed off when creecher was touching him like that, her weight irritatingly soothing on his shoulders. being in love was stupid actually. he wanted to fight.

the water was accepted with a muttered ' grazie ' as he sulked, letting maurice explain what was going on.

maurice cringed when creech touched him, immediately jerking his head back from her finger. but he stopped trying to pick pointless squabbles with pepp for now, so at least the gesture had worked.

for his part, he was less interested in what marg was saying so much as what she was doing, leaning closer to get a look at the thing that she'd had on her arm. hadn't been around real magic in ages, so this stuff was still pretty novel to him.

" ... dunno what's goin' on, exactly. my girlfriend up and vanished. n' i don't think it was by choice. "

he'd certainly dwelt on the idea it was; she had a history of it, after all. but not with him. he was different. what they had was different than what she had with anyone else. she wouldn't just leave. she wouldn't —

" all i got to work with is a message from ... i 'unno, some guy? in a group chat with her, " he explained, digging out the printed email he'd shown creecher earlier:

'Greetings, primary user 'Maurice'.

I am contacting you on behalf of 'Ada'. She has barely managed to reach out on a group chat a monitor talking about being unavailable due to potentially being in a different 'timeline'. While she is still able to function, she is currently unable to get into contact with you. She has assured me she'll try everything in her ability to get back to you, but there's no ETA at the moment. That's all she has asked me to tell you, as of now.

-Sincerely, Bitz'

" ain't heard anything since. wherever she is, she's stuck there. "

@crvptd

[crvptd]

thank goodness , at least the fighting was temporarily halted so they could , you know . actually do what they needed to .

❛ dunno what a bitz is , but . with the timeline thing , i was thinkin' maybe some sort of discharge've magic from the forest .. ? but i haven't noticed anything else weird . ❜

truth be told , it all made her head hurt a little . she knew precious little about ada , and only a little more about maurice .

❛ d'you think your bracelet would be able t'find her , though ? you guys found me , after all . so i figured if anyone could figure out where she went , it'd be you . ❜ was that putting a big responsibility on marg's shoulders ? yeah , probably . but what other choice did they have ?

@theoldsecretkeeper

[theoldsecretkeeper]

" hey , uh . margarine ? "

oh , it's creecher ! coming out of her hidey hole like the telltale annual groundhog , except the only portent she brings is .. apparently a pair of bickering italians . sorry . one italian and one very - not - italian - american .

.. wait who is that dude with peppino --

" got some sort of timeline issue . i figured you might be able to help with it . " one hand emerges from her hoodie pocket to jut a thumb back at the two .

Margarita was just window shopping again, she been doing that a bunch recently, i mean there were a BUNCH of neat things out there! She rarely got out to visit town in her own timeline so maybe-

" hey , uh . margarine ? "

Oh! Creech! No one else called her that nickname besides Creech!

"Yeah?-"

She turned around, thinking she would only see Creech, but she saw Sacch and.. who? That was someone she never seen before. She stared at the man bickering with Sacch, He looked weird and.. mean looking? Was that mean to say? What the hell were they all saying? She could hear Sacch's, this stranger, and Creech's voice but it was all just pass one ear and the other.

"C-can yall speak one at a time i-i can't focus with yall bickering. Please-"

@lultimagoccia & @crvptd

[lultimagoccia]

the plantative request went unheard, as peppino was in the midst of a full - blown italian rage -- hands gesticulating emphatically as he spat out each vitriolic response to his brother's goading. and his brother, while his tone had not raised much in pitch or volume, met that anger with practiced and precise needling, stoking the fires of peppino's annoyance seemingly without any actual effort.

and by this point, the argument had swerved SO far off - topic, it may as well have not even begun with the topic at all.

" — YOU GOT NO RIGHT, NO RIGHT, TALKIN' LIKE THAT, " peppino was in the midst of another eruption, face a rosy tomato hue.

" what, like a normal person? like a fuckin' normal ass guy? guess the family brainrot really did fuckin' melt your grey matter out your ears. "

" YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. FUCK YOU. SEI UN PEZZO DI MERDA! "

" speak english, nobody understands when you use spaghetti sucker words. come on. "

" HOW IS THIS FOR ENGLISH: I WILL KILL YOU. "

yeah somebody might have to douse this particular flame war before it became a full - on bonfire.

@crvptd

[crvptd]

god , pepp was so hot when he got angry --

I MEAN , UH . THE GIRLFRIEND THING . WITH MAURICE AND STUFF . ❛ they , uh . they're not really friendly with each other . but maurice's girlfriend went missing , something about being in a different .. timeline ? and i thought you'd have .. ❜

she trails off , listening to the ongoing yelling . it's enough for her to take a moment to scrabble up pepp's shoulders , put a hand over his face and a finger up to maurice's lips .

❛ shhhhhhhut the fuck up . fighting time is over . tell marg' about what's goin' on , maurice . ❜

she's just gonna drape on pepp's shoulders , after that . what ? it's a comfy spot to be !

@theoldsecretkeeper

[lultimagoccia]

wasn't exactly a novel situation for a sacchetti to find themselves in — kidnapping a loved one was a CLASSIC villain move! but maurice? why?? he was so disconnected from the rest of the family, and ... well, what did he even have that anybody would want?

" margarine? " peppino repeated, confused. " ... you mean margarita? egh, i donno. it was ... not so nice, to go through those portals the time before ... "

and he did NOT want to have to admit any of his precious secrets in front of maurice, if he had to do so again in order to gain access to a portal ...

" you don't gotta come. pussy. "

" and WE don't got to help YOU. dickhead, " peppino snapped right back, smacking the stupid baseball cap off of the top of maurice's head as he stormed by to get his stuff from the kitchen. " whatever. we go and fix another one of your problems, because we are good people. on ONE condition! "

" thought you said you were good, n' now you're extorting me in my time of need. unbelievable, " maurice replied, leaning his head to the side to dodge a thrown spoon from the kitchen. " what is it. "

" you let me teach my nephew about his heritage! no correcting, no making fun! i let you raise him like a yankee, YOU let ME teach him his roots! " peppino emerged in his coat and cap, fixing it angrily to his head as the two talked out their deal.

" of course you'd make this about some fuckin' italian bullshit. christ, " maurice rolled his eyes, placing his cap back on his head. " i think huffin' all the fumes from your pizza oven gave you some kinda brain tumor. erodes away all your sense. real sad. "

" YOU of all people, talking about sense! who is the stupid idiot moron who waste all his money on horse races and SHINY ROCKS! " peppino thundered as the brothers began out the door, their argument somehow able to carry on even as the group progressed on their way towards getting ada back home.

[crvptd]

th . this felt like the first time that she was privileged enough to witness the ol' sacchetti sibling spat . neither of them ever really had anything nice to say about one another . but this sure hammered it home . she slipped down from her seat , kicking her tail out of the way as she trailed after them .

❛ this is a bad idea , isn't it . ❜

at least there was a real good chance that margarita would find them before they found her . she just had to follow the sound of bickering .

[lultimagoccia]

" ... sorta, " he responded, digging into his pocket to fish out a print - out of the weird email he'd gotten before, holding it out to creecher. was more obvious now that his hands were bandaged up, and not even all that well. he'd done it himself and he'd done it without any kind of medical advice to aid him. he didn't bother looking for help. had other shit to do. wouldn't trust anything he read anyways.

" dunno what the ' different timeline ' shit is about. like, is she lost in the fuckin' 1800s or what ... "

[crvptd]

she squinted at the printed email , taking a moment to read it over . it definitely didn't resolve a lot . but at least she's alive , right .. ?

❛ the timeline thing is .. weird . ❜

she turned the letter upside - down . checked the back of the paper before giving it back to maurice . she folded her arms and thought to herself for a moment . come on , creech . he's counting on you .

❛ are we sure this isn't some shit that the pizza clown pulled ? he's so weird , this seems like his bag . ❜ her attention turned to peppino as she spoke . ❛ -- wait , what about margarine ? she has that weird bracelet that can open portals . ❜

[lultimagoccia]

was a testament to the sheer depth of his adoration for creecher that it eclipsed his resentment towards maurice ... at least enough that he didn't quite literally kick his brother hard enough to eject him from the pizzeria. maurice might have been living here on the island, but they may as well have still had an ocean separating them for how distant they remained to one another. if only peppino could still be so fortunate.

he waved a hand dismissively towards maurice, as if swatting away a persistent fly from the counter before he moved to do some cleaning around the dining room. still close enough to overhear, but out of immediate kicking distance should the impulse become too difficult to resist.

which just left maurice to explain ... a lotta fuckin' shit he didn't want to explain. it wasn't really creech that was the issue here -- she was cool and he trusted her enough to leave one of the only people in this shithole world that meant anything to him in her care. but still, he hesitated. anxiously tugged at his hair, grit his teeth. wished he had a rock to crunch between his molars, ease some of the tension.

" ... okay, so. i don't got the particulars of how or where, but. my girlfriend, th' lady you heard on th' phone a few times? she's ... missing. dunno if she's lost or, like, if someone took her. she ... "

he tugged harder, normally stony expression tense at its edges. like cracks and fissures on the surface of cold stone, dangerously close to breaking apart.

" ...she's. really important t' me. i gotta find her. you gotta -- you n' pepp, you gotta help me find her. "

another miniscule, but unmistakable crack in his front. a shudder.

" please. "

even peppino looked perturbed, having stopped his frustrated scrubbing from across the room to peer over at his brother with ... not concern, precisely. but certainly some confusion, some trepidation. this wasn't a side of the other he'd seen before, and it was honestly pretty uncomfortable to witness. he was lost for a proper reaction to it.

he had to look away, to creecher. searching her expression for some guidance on what they ought to do about this.

[crvptd]

this was .. uncomfortable .

seeing maurice be vulnerable wasn't as uncomfortable as it probably was for peppino . no , her discomfort stemmed from someone -- anyone -- coming to her for help . sure , this was her island . the people here were her people , and she wanted to protect them . but she wasn't good at it . she wasn't powerful , or wise , or capable of miracles like ynemn probably had been . she was just creecher . sitting there with garlic peels sticking to her little hands .

but , maybe she was looking at this the wrong way . after all , she'd have asked him for help too , if pepp had gone missing .

❛ did she leave any clues about where she might've gone ? ❜

creech had only seen her once or twice , technically . still didn't know what she was , between a lack of tech knowledge and general unfamiliarity . but she figured it was just a cute little thing maurice's phone could do when he was talking to his girlfriend . junior had mentioned that she "lived in daddy's phone," but like . kids say weird shit all the time , right ?

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