Mr. Cryptid

Indie Nonfandom OC Roleplay College Professor & CryptozoologistDaddy Kink CWNSFW + Read Rules + Mun 20“Even many scientists believed that anything the human imagination conceived, regardless of how fanciful, could conceivably exist somewhere in the universe, because the infinite nature of creation meant that it was no less fluid, no less fertile than any man’s or woman’s dreams.”Can’t Catch A Break (Or Moth Man)“They spread rumors without foundation, scandalous tripe about my sexual preferences, suggestions of intimate fraternization with my female students. And with my male students, for that matter. None of those slanders was openly discussed in a forum where I could refute them. Just rumors. Whispered behind the back. Poisonous.”Teacher in the streets(Cryptid In the Sheets)Established 2016

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take this test for your muse and post your results, tag as many as you’d like ! REPOST.

TAGGED BY:  i’m a dirty meme thief 

TAGGING:  whoever wants to do the thing!!!

Warmth ||||||||||||||||||58% ( supportive, comforting ) Intellect ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||90% ( cerebral, analytical ) Emotional Stability ||||||||||||||||||||||||74% ( level headed, calm ) Aggressiveness ||||||||||||||||||||||||78% ( controlling, tough ) Liveliness |||||||||||||||||||||62% ( wild, fun loving ) Dutifulness |||||||||30% ( untraditional, rebellious ) Social Assertiveness ||||||||||||||||||||||||78% ( uninhibited, bold ) Sensitivity ||||||||||||34% ( coarse, tough ) Paranoia ||||||||||||||||||58% ( wary, suspicious ) Abstractness ||||||||||||||||||54% ( strange, imaginative ) Introversion ||||||||||||||||||54% ( private, quiet ) Anxiety |||||||||30% ( confident, self assured ) Openmindedness ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||82% ( curious, exploratory ) Independence |||||||||||||||46% ( outgoing, social ) Perfectionism ||||||||||||||||||||||||78% ( orderly, thorough ) Tension |||||||||||||||50% ( relaxed, cool )

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etherbled:

                                That hiss and flinch doesn’t comfort him in the least,    but he’s been through this himself and he should know the process but here he is frowning and giving Elliot worried looks.     He’s only comforted when touched,    eyes shutting with the contact,    a tiny whine made in protest but he offers nothing more. 

❛ Okay, ❜    finally whispered back after some moments.    ❛ Just don’t like seein’ you like this ‘s all. ❜    And with that he shifts,    finding himself sat on one of the other’s legs with palm pressed to his cheek to have him look his way,    opposite hand raised to press his thumb down on the wound at his brow.    Leaning in to press a  chaste kiss to the corner of Elliot’s mouth,    an attempt at deter from when he applies the pressure needed to stop the bleeding.

Pulling away once he assumes the bleeding has stopped.    That,    now coated,    digit thoughtlessly shoved into his mouth to suck it clean.   Leaving it there with index rested over his nose for comfort as he leans in to inspect the wound.   A nod given with knowing that the bleeding has at least stopped.

    Elliot lets the boy take his face in both hands, the kiss a welcome distraction from the sting -- that is, until his thumb is pressed into the wound. A growl rumbles from his throat as he does his best to swallow the pain, fist clenching inside of the impromptu bandage. 

    “You don’t like it, huh?” A faint smile returns to his lips. The adrenaline is still thick within his veins, breath hot against Theo’s cheek the closer the boy leans. “Not even a little?” Elliot may have been hurt, but he couldn’t miss the way Theo’s mouth gravitated to any part of him that happened to be covered in blood. 

    With one arm loosely coiled around the boy’s waist, Elliot gently took hold of Theo’s hand and pulled his thumb from his mouth, replacing it with his own crimson soaked digit. “If you ask me, I’d say you quite enjoyed watching Daddy break a man’s jaw for you.” Though, he’s sure both of them could have gone without the blow to the professor’s head. 

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The Crush (1993)

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the last gif gave me chills ahhh

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etherbled:

                               Racing to catch his breath and ease the panic that he felt pressing against his chest and pounding at his head.    A million thoughts flashing past one another,     one being that this idiot was going to get himself killed,   maybe even the both of them; if God was real that would have been the case.     The other shouting:    Take care of him or he’ll die and be gone forever and you’ll be alone again!    Drastic,    his wounds aren’t that bad and he knows it but he can’t help but agree with that particular little voice.

❛ I’m fine,    you’re the one fucking bleeding everywhere!    Jesus Christ,    El! ❜    Rushed he takes Elliot’s hands to lead him to sit down somewhere,    getting on his knees quickly and removing those, useless, long fingerless gloves he’s wearing and using one to wrap around it around Elliot’s knuckle.    His mouth pressed to the other with a soft kiss before doing the same,    mostly to get the tint of crimson on his lips but he’ll pretend it’s a kind gesture.    Looking up,    ❛ We gotta do something about that. ❜    Said with a gesture to the other wound on Elliot’s head.     ❛ Are you okay though?? ❜    That’s a stupid question,     boy.

    “I’m fine, I’m fi--tchh!!” His breath is sucked inward in a sharp hiss as cloth meets flesh. He’d really done a number on himself this time; but anything short of being stabbed still seemed like a win in the professor’s eyes. With his better hand, he uses his fingers to get a mental image of the laceration on his brow, wincing at the contact. 

    “It’s okay, it only needs some pressure to stop the blood flow. I think I’ll survive,” he adds softly, the smallest smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The last thing he needed was for Theo to fall into a panic -- the boy was enough of a handful on a good day, let alone in the grip of hysterics. 

    With blood thick on the tips of his fingers, Elliot cups the boy’s chin and pulls him closer, planting a kiss on the center of his forehead before lowering his voice and whispering -- “A little bar fight isn’t going to end me, Teddy. I’m old but I’m not ancient.” 

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    ( @etherbled liked for a starter. )

    He’s bleeding from more than one place -- knuckles raw and some wound he’s yet to place weeping blood into the corner of his eye. Each breath comes hard and fast, heartbeats harder and faster still. “That -- that did not go as planned,” he muttered, checking his wounds quickly before turning his attention to the boy. 

    “He didn’t hurt you, did he? You’d better tell me now if he did, because I will turn around and walk straight back in there.” Whether or not the man had been armed -- and Elliot highly suspected he had -- Elliot wasn’t about to let him walk away scot-free. 

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Even many scientists believed that anything the HUMAN IMAGINATION conceived, regardless of how FANCIFUL, could conceivably exist somewhere in the UNIVERSE.  

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blaine-the-brain:

    Blaine gave a flippant wave of his hand. “Of course I’m not asking you to revise its class. Are you forgetting who authored the original specifications?” He brought his hands back together again, fingertips to fingertips–a sign that his mind was going.      “The gumball machine, sure. It’s class can be debated. Regardless, I only want to borrow the book; To run a few experiments. I don’t see any harm in that. Do you?”

    It wasn’t the first time Blaine had asked -- not by a long shot. He’d been gunning to get his hands on it since the day Felicity turned it over to them; and of course, each time he asked only furthered the gut-feeling that should definitely not be left alone with it. 

    Fingertips warm against the glass, Elliot decided to relinquish the drink before things got anymore heated. “You can run your experiments here, on my side. I don’t want that book taken out of it’s containment unit.”

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vampires always like “i could kill you if I wanted” like? yeah? so could another human being. so could a dog. so could a dedicated duck. you arent special

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The Compound. No need to struggle, containment is futile.

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@mrcryptid

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   @blaine-the-brain

    It’s been weeks since he’s seen a face he trusted. Long enough that when his friend arrived at last, there was a solid minute during which Elliot struggled to convince himself it was actually Blaine. He knew he must’ve looked like a madman; standing there gaping, unshaven, unwashed, and sleep deprived. He could feel the bags under his eyes and the clay beneath his nails. 

    “Thank the lord you here -- ” Once he was sure it was really Blaine, he nearly broke down, words catching on his tongue as they tried to spill out in a rush. “You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve been through. There is no way in hell we can contain this -- this purgatory!!” 

    He moved closer, disheveled and wild, voice shaking but lower than before. “Every human within a hundred miles of here is an anomaly. Every building, every animal -- hell, even the dirt. I’ve never seen something of this scale, Blaine.” 

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blaine-the-brain:

    Blaine’s expression darkened for an instant at the sight of Elliot drinking his whiskey. His expensive whiskey. With a slight shake of his head, he smiled again and put his hands together, fingertip to fingertip and palms apart. “That may well be true but, there’s hidden potential in that machine if i just had a little more time.”

     The scientist moved over to the chair opposite of Elliot and settled into it with a sigh. “Tell you what; I’ll relinquish the gumball machine and it’s Echo classification for a trade.” He gave Elliot a knowing look. “I want that book. You know the one.”

    The whiskey sat heavy in his stomach, warming the pit of his belly more than he cared to admit. It’d been weeks since the two of them had been able to go out for drinks; and where Blaine had continued to drink like a fish on the job, this was Elliot’s first taste of alcohol in just over a month. “Now we’re just blatantly ignoring classifications, huh?” 

    He leaned forward, glass in hand, silently debating whether to continue drinking it or not as he spoke. “That book is as organic as they come--the pages are made of flesh, Blaine.” 

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TAGGED BY : @brckenkindness

1ST RULE: tag 10 muses you would like to know better

@blaine-the-brain @miller-mayfair @etherbled @terranalexander @reststops @roselioncourt @psychichotline and anyone else who hasn’t done it! (my bad if i tagged you and you did it already!!)

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for your muse

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses 

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS: ( verse dependent )

I’m in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the united states

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CDs

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages

I have made a new friend in the past year

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blaine-the-brain:

     Blaine, still grinning, raised his hands in submission. “Hey hey, Come on now. My luck has to change eventually. It’s a mathematical certainty.” He eyes the glass Elliot took away. “In the meantime, let’s not have good whiskey go to waste.”

    “Have you ever considered that the machine is giving you these--these bees, intentionally?” The word was a little sour rolling off his tongue, hand waving at some of the stray insects hovering around the box. Normally, he’d never vie for something to be reclassified as cognant; but if it meant the difference in containing a single gumball machine and 10,000 bees, then by hell it might as well be sentient.

    Then, expression smoothing over, Elliot moved around his desk to drop himself into his chair loudly--taking the glass of whisky with him. “Oh, I’ll make sure it doesn’t go to waste. I think at this point, I’ve earned it.” He flashed Blaine the most shit-eating grin he could manage over the rim of the glass before tossing it back and downing half of the remaining drink. 

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blaine-the-brain:

    Blaine stood in the doorway, laughing. “Could’ve fooled me. You screamed like a little girl.” He gestured toward the box that was buzzing angrily on Elliot’s desk; then indicated wildly at all the bees still flying around, spilling his whiskey in the process. “Don’t forget, you gotta contain all these little fuckers. They are cognants, after all.”

    “--You do remember I’m not a beekeeper, don’t you?” He’s standing several feet from the vibrating box of insects, though somehow a sizable drop of whiskey manages to splash against the top of his shoes. Frowning harder than before, Elliot takes the glass from his companion’s hand and sets it on the desk just out of his reach. “I’m starting to think you only use that blasted Gumball Machine when you’re drunk.”

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Reality bender in containment: What do you mean I’m anomalous? Will I ever see my family again? What did you do with my basic human rights? Can I be cured?

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