#cryptidcore?

[otto-sea-main]

My coworker is an atheist and I was telling her one I just wanted to leave work and go home to watch Bigfoot videos. She told me she can’t be convinced to believe in Bigfoot and I quickly responded with “Like Jesus, even though you don’t believe in him, Bigfoot still loves you.” and we both died laughing.

[chronicmigrainetime]

Every day I crawl from the cave that is my bed to the cave that is my desk and trade pieces of my brain in exchange for knowledge

[jaythecryptid]

Can we replace all confederate statues with mothman? I just wanna go down to my local park and slap mothmans thicc juicy ass. Is that too much to ask? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[very-cool-ankylosaur]

I made this drawing of a biblically accurate cherubim :]

[flartiblartfast]

more sg gothic

A self-indulgent stream-of-consciousness first draft sort of thing.

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It’s four in the afternoon. Or is it five? You’re not sure.

It’s that time of the year again - December, or something close to it. Friday the 13th just passed, just yesterday, and you were stuck at the office, sitting at the counter. You and your colleagues rotate the duty - you’re first at the office, before seven, and last out, after seven. There’s also an hour during lunch where you plop down there and make small talk as people walk in and out of the office, on their way to and from lunch.

It’s possible that someone else may have entered the office, someone who wasn’t on the nominal roll, but you trust the security. They wouldn’t let anyone in, would they? Would they?

December is that month - or, rather, November-December-January-February are those months - when the weather gets wet. Everything is wet - the dew that falls from the leaves, the asphalt under your boots, the dappled slimy moistness of your uniform.

Singapore is a society of uniforms. There’s the uniform of the schoolchildren - PE T-shirts, khaki blouses, green pants, striped ties, event tees - and then there’s the soldiers - caps, berets, green-black-brown shirts and pants. And then there’s the professionals, in their shirts and jackets and pants and ties, the uniforms of the cubicle slaves and boardroom generals. So, too, the foreign workers, imported by the boatload, the Bangladeshi smelling of curry and spices, shuffling on the train in slippers and collared short-sleeved T-shirts, always in groups.

But anyway, in the early morning, when you first signed the forms and took the keys and took the lift to your office, glancing nervously at the angles of the lift out of the corners of your eyes, the office was dark and silent, its glass doors looming menacingly at the end of the corridor. You switched on the lights, opened the door, took up your position, arranged all the keys.

Outside, the rain beat on.

The office is quiet. It is seven at night. Your boss has yet to leave the office. She always leaves late, because her husband only drops by to fetch her at seven-thirty. You take public transport.

She leaves. You sign the book. The lights are switched off, the relevant doors locked. You turn towards the door - then stop. You turn towards the window.

It is true the light of the sun dispels certain thoughts, certain things, sends them scurrying into the shadows. But on days such as these, where it has been raining you left your dinky little co-owned flat, the sun’s light is weakened, refracted, dispersed, and the night comes faster.

Water outside. Water inside. The cold kiss of the air-con on your skin. There is nothing but empty concrete, steel and glass outside, dark and absent, closed for the night. You strain your eyes, peering into the darkness.

Night falls. Night has fallen.

[eldritchmlem]

cryptids chaosmlm & i made,but badly described

Adair:

-Fucking superb you funky little bog man

-Gay

-Leaves in his hair

-Local Man Somewhat Decomposes In Bog,Doesn't Notice.More at 11.

Chirod:

-S O F T

-irradiated

-Adair’s bf

Adelaide:

-God herself

-SHINY

-chill as hell

-space

-mom friend

Arachne:

-Can’t see shit

-Tries their best

The Murder:

-Big ol group of crows

-Irradiated

-Hoarding problem

-BIRB

The Coven:

-Baked goods

-Cryptids in their own right

-Live in the middle of the fuckin woods

-Ace AF

-Eldest Sibling Energy

Unnamed Bastard:

-feral

-off the shits

-a thief

-Big Bastard Energy

-hoarder

[jaythecryptid]

When I finally end up dating someone, our first date will include running away and driving up to West Virginia to slap the Mothman statue’s ass. Also will probably include watching unreasonable amounts of buzzfeed unsolved in the back seat of my car.