#cryptidhcnter

[fxntasmagoria]

@cryptidhcnter continued from here!

"That sounds like a personal problem." Erik said, pulling on some gloves to set up his tattoo station with. " Why are you staying up for three days anyways? You doing coke now?" He asked, being sardonic of course. "You can nap on my couch but if you start snoring, im gonna charge you."

[retriibutions]

@cryptidhcnter liked for a starter from tom riley.

there are screeching noises coming from somewhere in the sky. tom riley doesn't seem overly concerned. "ben! leave the kid alone, not everyone wants to play with you!" words shouted at the jersey devil in the sky. tom shrugs. "i can't actually stop ben if he decides to bother you. but hey at least he isn’t fuckin pazuzu."

[fxntasmagoria]

"Good boy." (For Erik)

As soon as the words were heard, a cheeky grin appeared on his lips. " I am. Thank you for saying so." He said, happily sipping from a juice box in his hand. He had a praise kink for sure but that wasn't entirely surprising. " Wheres my treat?"

[m4jors]

the   forest   swallows   her   footsteps,      but   not   her   scent.      not   her   emotions.      jasper   moves   through   the   trees   like   smoke.      soundless,   shapeless,   patient.      the   moon   carved   silver   lines   through   the   canopy   of   trees.      casting   shifting   shadows   across   the   forest   floor,   but   really…   he   didn't   need   light   to   follow   her.      every   ragged   breath,   every   heartbeat,   every   flinch   against   a   branch   –   she   might   as   well   have   been   screaming   out   to   him.

❝         you're   quick,         ❞         he   calls   out   softly,   from   somewhere   behind   her.      or   was   it   to   her   left   ?         his   voice   drifted,   smooth   as   silk,   and   as   low   as   the   thunder   babbling   on   the   horizon.         ❝         but   not   quick   enough.         ❞         a   pause,      listening   for   her   breath.         he   smiles.         ❝         funny,   how   you   keep   runnin'   like   y've   got   somewhere   to   go   .         like   there's   a   way   out   of   this.         ❞         he   appears,      just   ahead   of   her   this   time.      leaning   casually   against   a   tree   trunk.   arms   folded,   eyes   gleaming   with   something   unreadable.         

❝         you   should   know   by   now,         ❞         he   drawled,   accent   thick.         ❝         i   don't   chase   what   i   don't   mean   to   catch.         ❞         for   a   moment,   he   let   silence   fall   between   them.      just   the   wind,   the   trees,   and   the   space   shrinking   between   predator   and   prey.         ❝         i   could   end   it   now.      real   easy,         ❞         he   murmurs,   taking   a   step   forward.      leg   dragging   awkwardly   behind   him.            ❝         but   where's   the   fun   in   that   ?         ❞         smile   widens,   sharp   and   slow.         ❝         run   again   ,   darlin'   …         make   me   work   for   it.         ❞   

/ @cryptidhcnter ( ♡ )

[canniblood]

" y'er a lil' morbid, ain't ya? " words spoken into her ear from behind before he circles around to sit in the seat across from her. a playful grin tugs at the corners of his lips, eyes alight with mild amusement. the gory details in the news article that had been on her screen are anything but. theo thinks they are though, if only 'cause it's his own handiwork. " how many times y'gonna look at those? " / @cryptidhcnter ♡'d.

[hemoth-archived]

he's   pretty   sure   he's   seen   her   before.         not   up   close.      but   enough   times   to   memorize   her   shape   against   the   fog.      the   confident   lean   of   her   shoulders.      she   moved   through   the   overgrown   places   he   haunted   like   they   owed   her   secrets.      he   has   that   look   in   her   eyes,   the   kind   people   get   when   they've   been   chasing   something   long   enough   to   forget   what   they'll   do   if   they   finally   catch   it.   she   was   dangerous.      in   many   senses   of   the   word,   with   her   weapons   –   yes.      but   also   with   her   curiosity.      the   kind   that   narrows   the   space   between   myth   and   truth.   so   jay   stays   back.      watches   from   rooftops,   from   treelines.   twice   he's   passed   within   arm's   reach   –   and   never   let   her   see   him.      until   tonight.      

he   hadn't   meant   to   cross   paths,   but   the   world   has   a   way   of   dragging   him   towards   the   people   who   are   most   likely   to   unravel   him.      she   was   there   before   he   could   reroute.   close.      sharp-eyed,   and   too   aware.      he   didn't   stop   walking,   just   slowed   enough   for   his   voice   to   carry.         

❝         you're   digging   up   things   that   don't   want   to   be   found.         ❞   / @cryptidhcnter 

[popularmxnster]

✌ : Is your muse good with their hands? 💋-Do they use tongue when they kiss? 👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom?

• Very much so but consensus is he's better with his mouth

• Yes absolutely. He's big into making out and heated kisses

• On himself? The ghostface mask lmao. On men he even likes lingerie!

[fartemis-crock-a]

( humor )  for my muse to tell a joke they remember from their childhood

a meme I shan't find. @cryptidhcnter

"--hey so, what'd six say to seven? wait no. fuck." there's a pause, as the mercenary shakes her head;; apparently determined to shake the memory loose. "why was six afraid of seven?" a shit-eating grin. "---because seven eight nine. get it?"