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This doll designed and made by me fully from scratch. Inspired by beautiful bird  called Bearded vulture. 

Super sculpey, faux fur, feathers, wire+plastic armature, primer, acrylic paint, varnish. Posable neck has plastic ball-and-socket armature inside. Tail and wings are also posable and has wire armature inside. * Size: Doll is around 73cm / 29 inches total length 

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The Fotsianondre is a humanoid sheep found in the forests of Madagascar. The Fotsianondre is described as a tall sheep-like creature with white wool that has brown or sometimes black spots on it, cloven hooves, small and floppy ears, a long muzzle, and big bulging eyes. The Fotsianondre is believed to be nocturnal and comes out of its lair at night to eat plants. Some skeptics believe that the Fotsianondre could be an undiscovered lemur native to the island.

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Photoshop and After Effects, animated some of @dappermouth‘s pictures

[dappermouth]

wowww these are done so well, you really brought them to life…! 

[lasttimeon]

Cryptid Keepers 10: Joanie

  Joanie got into her Corolla and started driving.

What was it that she had seen? Not much, that's for sure. It was more like a presence than anything else. There was such an impression of size. Like a shadow that covered the whole world. Not that _that_ made any kind of sense.

Still, she shivered while she got on the highway, and then ... she was pulling into the parking lot of her apartment complex with little memory of the route she'd taken.

It was fully dark now, all she remembered was the glare of other car's headlights on her poor nearsighted eyes. She needed to get to the optometrist. She'd had a reminder on her phone about that the other day ... no. She wasn't going to get distracted; she wasn't going to let this go.

She'd always known her mom was strange. But she'd never quite understood how strange. Well. She'd see if her mom actually did call her tomorrow. If not, then she was going to have to abandon the direct approach and snoop around.

In the meantime she was glad she had a boyfriend to come home to. She was looking forward to crawling under the covers tonight.

She couldn't find a space in front of her apartment, so she took one in the back, then climbed the stairs to the kitchen entrance of the second-floor place she shared with Bash. She had to fumble with her keys a bit to find the right one for the back door, which let her into the kictchen.

She grabbed a wine cooler from the fridge. As she twisted it open, she heard something, a quiet, rhythmic tapping.

It got louder.

She was still spooked from what happened at her mother's place. She thought about leaving. She could call the cops from her car. But as the sound increased, she thought she heard Bash's voice.

She set the wine cooler down on the counter and went through to the living room.

"Bash? Are you okay?"

The sound was coming from the bedroom.

"Oh you have got to be kidding," she muttered. She did not want to find herself in the middle of a cliche. But she couldn't exactly ignore it.

She opened the door to the bedroom and took one step inside, saying, "All right, what's the story?"

She glanced at the bed to confirm her suspicions, but looked away almost immediately. All she got was that there were two figures on the bed.

"Oh good, you're home," Bash said in a cheerful voice. That made her take another look. He was kneeling on the bed, fully clothed. The bed was covered with some kind of plastic sheeting. And behind Bash was a woman, stripped naked and tied to the bedframe with what looked like her own clothes. There was cloth stuffed in her mouth and her eyes looked frenzied.

"What the hell?" Joanie said.

"You can help. Get some knives from the kitchen," Bash continued. He hadn't taken his eyes off the frightened woman on the bed. "And cumin, too."

"Bash?"

"I'm making fresh chili."

She caught a glimpse of Bash's eyes in the mirror across the room. They looked at least as crazed as those of the woman tied to the bed.

"All ... all right," Joanie said, taking a step back. Then she saw Bash's bowling trophy on the dresser. She grabbed it by the base and swung it with both hands, connecting with the back of his skull. The plastic bowlder on top snapped off.

"Hey!" Bash said, then he keeled over sideways on the bed.

Joanie untied the woman's right hand, then worked on a foot while the woman removed her gag.

"He's crazy! You gotta -- is he out?"

"I don't know! I'm sorry," Joanie said, not sure what she was apologizing for.  

While the woman untied her other hand, Joanie ran around the bed to the other side. She grabbed the strips of cloth the woman dropped and started tying Bash's hands together. His scalp was bleeding heavily where she'd hit him, and he moaned.

"Can you call 911?" she said to the woman, who was trying to pull on her pants.

"I don't ... you ... I'm outta here," the woman said. She wrapped a shirt loosely over herself and ran out of the room.

Great, Joanie thought. Meanwhile Bash's blood was getting all over her own shirt. She pulled the knots tight on Bash's hands and stepped back. She didn't want to be near him right now.  The room looked like a setup from Dexter and it creeped her out that he would do this in their bedroom.

The chili, though. Her mom's famous chili. How could it lead to this? It didn't make any sense. Although her mom had never let Joanie taste it, always insisting that Joanie had a tender stomach and needed to remain a vegetarian.

She wiped the blood off of her hands onto her shirt and looked around for her phone. Then she remebered, she must've left her purse in the kitchen. She ran to get it.

She watched the door of the bedroom while she called.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My boyfriend...I think ... I think he tried to kill a woman."

"Ma'am, are you in immediate danger?"

"I don't know. I need the police."

"Okay, I'll handle that for you. What's you're address?"

She told the woman and then answered more questions, all the while staring at the bedroom door. Then she heard a clunk. She set the phone down on the counter and grabbed a knife from the magnetic holder on the backsplash.

[lasttimeon]

Cryptid Keepers 9: Frank

Aunt Edna had no answers, only questions. First she had to know what he'd been up to "way down there in Texas" but when the usual hi-howareya stuff was out of the way, she wanted to know what was up with his sister.

"Carolyn hasn't been herself for the last year or so at least. I miss my grandnieces, but I can't say I'm surprised. I'm suprised he stuck it out so long. I useta say you couldn't strust a Southerner to stick to anything, but he put up with the sneaking around for too long."

"I don't think Carolyn .... what do you mean, sneaking around?"

"Well, I know Gavin was complaining that she was gone all hours of the day and night. That's what he told Noel up at the Green Tavern."

That could have been anything, from Carolyn having an affair to just plain taking care of business as the Keeper of Seney. Aunt Edna was their favorite aunt, but she came from Mom's side, not Dads, and wasn't privy to the family's deeper, darker secrets.

Frank fixed a door that was sticking, finished two cups of Edna's famous coffee, then headed back out to hop on the Indian. He had a text from Carolyn that said they should meet at the woods near the Saunders place, where they could check on the ritual markings that should have kept the Walkers at bay.

He wished he'd been a better study as a kid. He'd never been as good at ritual markings as Carolyn. She'd had an artist's eye from the beginning. To her the drawings were a game. Frank, though, could never forget how serious everything they did was, so that even pulling a stick through the dirt, his hand would shake. 

Maybe that was why he'd had to get away, far far away to Texas. Mostly he'd been happy starting a new life with new friends and no entanglements. But he'd missed his family. He missed his nieces and he missed the clade of aunts and uncles spread all over the area. And he felt guilty about what he'd left Carolyn to deal with.

He decided to take the scenic route back, down County 49, because he had a little time before he needed to meet up with Carolyn. Dusk was falling, though, and there wasn't much to see after you got over the excitement of a new Burger King at town center.  

Driving up and down the rolling hills was peaceful, though, and Frank almost missed seeing the Volkswagen Golf by the side of the road. When he understood the flash of silver he'd seen, though, he let the Indian coast to a stop. He didn't think there were too many silver Golfs like Carolyn's in town.

Frank breathed in the cooling air and let the shadows settle around him, then he settled the Indian carefully onto its kickstand and started walking back up the hill. As he neared the car he confirmed it was hers by the troll doll hanging from the mirror, then looked around. He couldn't see Carolyn anywhere. But off in the woods, he saw a tiny moving point of light that might be a flashlight.

[slimyswampghost]

“Someone left a phone with a busted screen in a road-stop toilet stall. I’d pulled in while driving home after making a delivery and i needed coffee. This photo was the only thing on it.”

[lasttimeon]

Cryptid Keepers 8: Joanie

Joanie's mother was usually imperturbable to the point where it was hard to get her attention. Now she flitted about the apartment  like a moth near a Christmas tree.

And Joanie couldn't believe her mother had asked Joanie for encouragement. "Mom, you look fine," she repeated. "Anyway, you said I could come over, and I had something important to talk about."

"Thank you dear. Now I'm sorry, but you'll have to go. I'll call you soon," her mother said. She was lashing the wall-mounted television with a feather duster now.

Joanie picked up her purse. "Who is this guy who's coming over, anyway?"

"Your mother still deserves to have a few secrets, dear."

To Joanie, that felt like the last straw. There just so many things they never talked about. "You always said your chili was special. You said we had to be careful who we gave it to. I thought that meant we should save it for people who were important to us."

"Oh, Joanie," her mother said. "You don't understand. The chili... it's like a gift."

"What do you put in the chili, Mom?"

Her mother dropped the duster and looked at Joanie directly for once. "He's in the building," she said. "You have to go now."

"I'm not leaving till we talk about this."

Her mother took a deep breath. "Joanie Gunderson, every one of us answers to a higher power. This is mine. I have protected you from this with every fiber of my being, and I'll be damned if I'll see you harmed now. I will call you tomorrow. But you have to leave now." With that, she opened the door.

Joanie stepped outside, slowly, trying to show with every move that she was serious about this even as she was being ushered out the door.

Then the building shook. She could hear footsteps on the stairs above her. Joanie went down half a landing, thinking she might be able to catch a glimpse of this mystery man who had made her mother so afraid.

But the flourescent lights in the stairwell flickered once, twice, and went out.

Joanie meant to stay there and wait, she really did. But before she knew what had happened she was outside in the parking lot.

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[lasttimeon]

Cryptid Keepers 7: Frank

You're the Keeper, not me, Frank thought as he watched Carolyn dig a big spoon into the casserole dish. She heaped scalloped potatoes into a bowl and shoved it into the microwave, slammed the door and pressed Start, then turned to him in satisfaction.

"Can't have you going hungry," Carolyn said, ignoring the fact that he'd said he wasn't, that he just wanted to get out there and find out what the Walker wanted. But she was the Keeper, and he felt obliged to defer. She'd been the one who stayed to watch the Watcher and his kind.

He looked at a Wonder Woman figure on the glass coffee table in the living room. Carolyn' also been the one who married. Who moved on from the vigil without actually leaving.

Was that a thin layer of dust on the figure?

"Where are Gavin and the kids?" he asked. The house was quiet save for the hum of the microwave. Carolyn stared at the white bowl turning inside through the yellow-tinted window.

"What?"

"Gavin? The kids?"

"Oh, Gavin went to his mother and took the girls with him."

"Really? How long have they been gone?" He tried not to emphasize the last bit.

"A while. It's never been so quiet here, not since we moved in," she said. The farmhouse had been offered to her on the cheap by the elder Saunders before he passed away, something he inherited from a cousin. Both Frank and Carolyn regarded it as the town's way of saying thank you to their Keeper.

The microwave beeped and she yanked the bowl out, dropped it in front of him on the kitchen table. He raised his fork, then paused. "You know we have to go out there," he said. He could have been at the opening of that new fusion Aussie/Japanese place on Burnet Road.

"Dude, you just got here," Carolyn said. "Look, I admit it. It's lonely here without the girls around. And you haven't even been to see Aunt Edna yet. You know she's going to want to see you."

"I bet she's already heard I'm here?"

"Not from me."

"Well, I know how good her network is. I think Lizzie at the airport called her as soon as I was out of sight."

"There you go," she said. "Now you've got a time limit. You've gotta see her."

"Your letter said they were back. Does that not mean what I think it means?"

She'd pulled a cake mix out of the pantry and was staring at the instructions on the back of the box. "It's a problem, sure. I didn't know how quickly you'd get here, though, so I took a few steps. It'll hold for a few days.

He did want to see Edna. And he could tell Carolyn was wound like an old watch. He didn't want to be responsible for breaking any irreplaceable springs. "I could go see Edna right now if you've still got your bike," he said. There were still at least three hours of daylight left. "Then we could go to the Saunder farm tonight."

He was back to offering her trades, just like when they were kids. She looked up from the cake mix. "Deal," she said. He grinned, and headed out to the barn, texting Gavin a query on the way.

The old Indian wasn't as shiny as the last time he'd seen it, but someone was clearly taking care. He knew Gavin loved the old machine as much as Carolyn did. The motor purred into action easily.

When he got to the corner store at the crossing, he stopped and checked his phone. Gavin had replied. "I've been away for a month, yeah," Gavin wrote. "Didn't want to air dirty laundry but yeah, things aren't good right now."

He'd always liked his brother in law but he didn't know the man terribly well; he felt a surge of anger on Carolyn's behalf but he felt he needed to know more. Maybe Aunt Edna would have some answers.

[vintagegeekculture]

Esther van Hulsen.

[lasttimeon]

Cryptid Keepers 6: Joanie

Last time on Cryptid Keepers, Joanie decided to confront her mom, but when she arrived at her mother's downtown apartment...

"Mom?" Joanie asked. She'd never seen her mother so agitated. She was running the vacuum cleaner back and forth.

"He's coming to visit," her mother said. "You shouldn't be here, Joanie. I mean it. I don't want him to see you."

"You don't want WHO to see me?" Joanie asked, but her mother just dropped the vacuum cleaner and started fumbling with the stack of bills she usually kept on the kitchen table. She shoved them in a drawer.

"I haven't seen ...it's gotta be twenty years," she fretted. "Do you think I look all right?"

Right now, her mother mostly looked frantic. Her hair had a tumbleweed quality. But most of the time Joanie envied her mother her looks and vigor. She hardly seemed to have aged a day since Joanie finished high school.

Sure, she'd put on a little weight. Her mother had always eaten well. But the woman was remarkably well-preserved. Why hadn't Joanie ever noticed that before?

Now wasn't the time, though. Joanie picked up the vacuum cleaner and whipped the cord around the handle. She wheeled it into the hall closet. "You look good, mom. Really good."

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[lasttimeon]

Cryptid Keepers 5: Frank

"They're back."  Seven times over the course of a decade they'd repulsed the Walker from the Woods. Five years since the last incursion. Frank'd thought they were free. That he was free.

"They're back." He'd had to pay almost twice as much for a nonstop ticket from Austin, but it was worth it. Carolyn was safe, at least. And now he could wait no longer.

"They're back, you said. When did you know?" He didn't ask how. He knew the signs as well as she did. Bloodstained bark on the windowsill. A cow gone missing. A child.

"It's different this time," Carolyn said. The drive from the airport had been long but she didn't take her eyes off the road now. Soon they would be in Seney. "There's hardly anyone left in town. You expect people to leave."

"But the trees are gone," he said. "How could the Walkers come back now, after all this time?" He was thinking of his job at the University of Texas. Petrochemistry had taken him as far away from Seney as he could imagine, to one of the largest cities in the country. Now the Walkers were pulling him back.

"They started planting trees at Saunders Farm. I didn't even hear about it for a year. I didn't think we had to worry. The hills were dead, everyone said so. But this nonprofit came in with drones and seeds. It was like it grew up overnight."

If it grew up overnight, Frank thought, then maybe it could die overnight. He knew a thing or two about toxic substances. But Carolyn wasn't listening.

"It's different this time, Frank. I think we're going to have to talk to them."

[lasttimeon]

Cryptid Keepers 4: Frank

The ride home from the airport with his sister was awkward. She didn’t say anything about what she’d mentioned in her letter. And Frank was reluctant to bring it up. Now that he was back in the Upper Penisula, all the old inhibitions were coming back, too.

But his sister ... he told her she looked good when he saw her, but he saw bags under her eyes. And he couldn’t forget the words she’d included in her letter. “They’re back.”

[lasttimeon]

Cryptid Keepers 3: Joanie

“Something’s wrong with her chili? Dude, don’t even joke,” Bash said. He turned the spray nozzle from the sink against the convex inside of his bowl and succeeded in splattering himself with water and food. “Dangit!” 

“Why not?” Joanie asked, raising an eyebrow.

 “I shared some of that last batch with my dad and he took it to the county chili cookoff.”

Not good. Not good at all. Joanie tried to think. She needed more information. She took the bowl from Bash and handed him one of the baby-blue dishtowels her mom gave them for Christmas. “Why on earth would he do that?” The main thing she knew about Bash’s father was that he’d sold Bash’s bike when Bash was fourteen, after Bash tricked it out with metallic stickers in an Iron Man scheme. He’d been endlessly proud of the bike but to Joanie it sounded like the dorkiest thing she could imagine. 

“Two reasons,” Bash said, waving off the towel. Instead, he took off his shirt. 

“One, he thinks your mom hates him, and he figures she’d appreciate the trophy. Although I don’t know why he thinks she’ll like the fact that he entered it in his own name.”

“And B, he’s determined to beat Gretchen Cosgrove for once.”

“What, your dad has a nemesis?”

“Listen, do not even mention Gretchen around my dad unless you’ve got a comfortable chair to sit in, ‘cause you’re in for the long haul.” Bash stretched both arms out and Joanie wondered at his physique. The guy ate like a teenager whose parents were in Europe, and to hear him talk he’d been King Nerd as a kid. But Joanie hadn’t been able to take her eyes off him when she saw him at Zilker Park. 

She shook her head. She needed to focus. “How much chili did your dad take, anyway? I only gave you that one quart.”

“You know how much I liked it. And I need brownie points with your mom, too. I asked her for more and she gave me three containers.”

Joanie sighed. She was definitely going to have to have a talk with her mom. 

[lasttimeon]

Cryptid Keepers 2: Frank, Joanie

Last time on Cryptid Keepers, we learned that Frank received a disturbing letter from his sister and has dropped everything to hop a plane back to the family home on Lake Michigan. Meanwhile Joanie tries to avoid her boyfriend finding out what’s in her mom’s chili that he likes so much.

[lasttimeon]

Cryptid Keepers 1: Joanie

Last time on “Cryptid Keepers”: Joanie finds out her mother may be a secret Wendigo, but is more bothered by the fact that Grandma’s secret chili recipe came off a can label…and also involved a lot of long pig.

(Last Time On is a new micro fiction series. Please comment as if you saw the imaginary show, adding more detail.)