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I'm about to make these as keychains, let me know if ur interested!

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Jersey Devil and Lycaenops bust

My little comic about the origin story of the Jersey Devil! 

http://emilyschnall.com/the-birth-of-the-jersey-devil

anyone know of any good cryptozoology websites? maybe even a site with a timeline or list of sightings? i’m trying to do research and most of the information i’ve found sucks.

For the longest time, when people would say "Cryptocurrency," this is what I'd imagine.

Cryptid Aesthetics [3/?]: The Jersey Devil

According to popular folklore, the Jersey Devil originated with a Pine Barrens resident known as Mother Leeds. The legend states she had 12 children and, after finding she was pregnant for the 13th time, claimed that the child would be the Devil.  During 1735, the child was born normal but changed into a creature with hooves, a goat’s head, bat wings, and a forked tail. Growling and screaming, it killed the midwife before flying up the chimney and heading into the pines.

According to legend, while visiting the Hanover Mill Works to inspect his cannonballs being forged, Commodore Stephen Decatur sighted a flying creature flapping its wings and fired a cannonball directly upon it, to no effect.  Joseph Bonaparte, elder brother of Napoleon, is also claimed to have witnessed the Jersey Devil while hunting on his Bordentown estate in 1820.  During 1840, the devil was blamed for several livestock killings.  Similar attacks were reported during 1841, accompanied by tracks and screams.

During the week of January 16 through 23, 1909, newspapers of the time published hundreds of claimed encounters with the Jersey Devil from all over the state. Among alleged encounters publicized that week were claims the creature “attacked” a trolley car in Haddon Heights and a social club in Camden.  Police in Camden and Bristol, Pennsylvania supposedly fired on the creature to no effect.  Other reports initially concerned unidentified footprints in the snow, but soon sightings of creatures resembling the Jersey Devil were being reported throughout South Jersey and as far away as Delaware and Western Maryland.  The widespread newspaper coverage created fear throughout the Delaware Valley, prompting a number of schools to close and workers to stay home. Vigilante groups and groups of hunters roamed the pines and countrysides in search of the devil.  During this period, it is rumored that the Philadelphia Zoo posted a $10,000 reward for the creature.

In Greenwich during December 1925 a local farmer shot an unidentified animal as it attempted to steal his chickens, and then photographed the corpse. Afterward, he claimed that none of 100 people he showed it to could identify it.  On July 27, 1937, an unknown animal “with red eyes” seen by residents of Downingtown, Pennsylvania was compared to the Jersey Devil by a reporter for the Pennsylvania Bulletin of July 28, 1937.  In 1951, a group of Gibbstown, New Jersey boys claimed to have seen a ‘monster’ matching the Devil’s description and claims of a corpse matching the Jersey Devil’s description arose in 1957.  During 1960, tracks and noises heard near Mays Landing were claimed to be from the Jersey Devil.  During the same year the merchants around Camden offered a $10,000 reward for the capture of the Jersey Devil, even offering to build a private zoo to house the creature if captured.

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I wanna know the story of the 76 people who voted for Jersey Devil

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Strange Aeons did cryptidcore the day after I finished this!!!!

JERSEY DEVIL

Day 24: Devil

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The Jersey Devil is a cryptid said to have been born in 1735 in Pine Barrens, New Jersey. The cryptid has been the namesake for two hockey teams, the “Jersey Devils” and the “New Jersey Devils.”

Can we get Remus from sander sides as a cryptid?

Jersey Devil-ed eggs

Spotted!

No One Lives Forever- CH14

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Stardust Crusader Wolf Pack AU

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Despite your protests that Polnareff had definitely jinxed himself, the plan remained the same- Polnareff would check out the hunters house alone and report back what he found. Kakyoin seemed to be on the same page as you, making comments to Jotaro and Pol to try and convince them he could be of help on this trip. Polnareff interrupts his final point by placing a hand on Kakyoin’s shoulder. “Mon ami, I’ve been doing this for a long time now. Trust me when I say this is very low risk. We know he won’t be returning to his house, and if I see any activity I’ll leave and report what I can.”

Kakyoin sigs before relenting, “I just can’t shake this feeling of dread. I must still be on edge from the previous encounters. I don’t mean to doubt your ability, please just be careful.”

Polnareff laughs off Kakyoin’s serious expression, “Of course! When am I ever not careful on my investigations?” He grins brightly as Jotaro and Kakyoin share a glance.

“Well, there was the time the old man asked you to check out those sketchy apartments by the river. And you ended up walking in on a coven of witches.” Jotaro leans back in the dining chair and crosses his arms as he examines Pol.

“Or the time you almost started a territory dispute by following your target all over town.”

“And remember…”

“OK! Alright! You’ve both made very good points. I’ll be careful” Polnareff’s cheerful grin had morphed into a grimace as he waved his arms in a motion to stop. The three of you just chuckle as Polnareff collects his laptop and heads out the door with a wave goodbye.

Deciding to take the subway rather than waste time walking the whole way, Polnareff soon arrived at the parking garage he left his car. Horns blare at him as he forces his silver Toyota between two work trucks to merge onto the main street outside the garage. Chipped paint and a sun-faded ‘NY Knights Rugby’ team sticker the only think the angry plumber behind him sees before Polnareff is speeding away and merging onto the highway that will take him to New Jersey.

The rest of the trip is uneventful, or at least normal for New York area traffic. Slowing down to just under the speed limit, Polnareff checks the house numbers as he passes by against the hand written notes with him. Finally finding 912 Ebony Street, he passes by the house at a crawl to scope it out- no lights on or other cars in the driveway. He circles the block to get a look at the back door but can’t see much from the narrow gaps between houses.

Back on the main street he heads towards the restaurant down the street he scoped out online. The front windows would have a good view of the street and Kyle Kavinsky’s driveway in case the deceased hunter had a roommate or girlfriend currently at work.

Entering the restaurant, he purposely emphasizes the French part of his French-Canadian accent as he gives his most flirtatious look he can muster to the hostess, “Ah, cherri. Would it be possible to sit near the window as I eat? I’d like to have a view as I get some last-minute work done.” He shifts and gestures to the laptop in his bag. The hostess plasters her best ‘retail’ smile on but doesn’t reciprocate his flirty look as she leads him to a window seat. Polnareff quickly orders a sandwich and coffee from the waiter and sets out his laptop to look like he’s getting some work done.

It’s nearing peak dinner rush at the restaurant before he decides he’s waited long enough scoping out the 2-story house down the road. Most neighbors have been home for a while now, lights in adjacent houses turning off and on as they go about their nightly routines. He stows his laptop and bag in the footwell of the passenger side before circling the block again to check out the back of the house one last time. Finding an open parking spot on the street he quickly takes it, squeezing into the space rather than park in Kavinsky’s drive way to avoid suspicion and better hide his license plates.

He casually walks up to the house, subtly keeping an eye out for nosey neighbors watching him. No one seems to be paying attention but he still makes a show of loitering by the door as he checks his phone then under the door mat for a spare key. Finding none, he strolls to the back of the house to the back door. there is no deadbolt on this one so a quick turn has the knob bent and broken in his hand.

The backdoor leads directly into the kitchen and Polnareff quickly covers his mouth and nose to block the smell of old dishes left in the sink. He makes his way to the front room, definitely a bachelor pad, the only furniture in the room is a single recliner pulled up to the TV. More disposable plates and old pizza boxes are gathered up in trash bags by the front door, ready to be taken out. There is nothing of interest on the first floor, so Polnareff quickly ascends the stairs to check out the bedrooms.

The first door on the right reveals a single twin mattress on the floor, clothes scattered about and sheets tossed around the room. A quick look in the closet uncovers a few dress shirts actually hanging up and an accordion folder. He quickly takes some photos of the documents inside but nothing in the folder jumps out as immediately important. He puts the documents back as he found them and closes the door again on his way out.

The second door opens to a modest unremarkable bathroom, but the third door leads to a practically empty room except for a standing mirror. Something about the lone piece of furniture felt ominous and Polnareff made sure to keep out of its line of sight on instinct. Looking closer, the floor of the room has markings all over, like someone had been drawing on the worn wood with chalk but gave up and erased their work. He takes more pictures and sends them to Avdol before backing out of this room as well.

Polnareff: Found this at the house- can you make out what he was trying to do?

Avdol: DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING!

Avdol: especially not the mirror itself. I’ll see if I can make out what rune system he was using.

Polnareff grunts to himself and mumbles, “no shit I’m not touching this stuff Avdol, I’m not an idiot.” But he holds back and just replies:

Polnareff: Got it- won’t touch anything witch-y looking. I’ll let you guys know if I find anything else.

Avdol: OK. I should have some ideas after I do some research. I’ll go over with everyone tonight.

Polnareff nods to himself as he locks his phone and shoves it back into his pocket, continuing his search of the house.

As he shuts the door to the ritual room his acute hearing picks up a soft ‘thump’ from the ceiling. Polnareff holds perfectly still for a moment, the only sound he can hear is the beating of his own heart. But then there is another thump and a scraping sound from above him. He surveys the hallway and quietly opens the last door, revealing the narrow stairway to the attic. Whatever was making the sound has stopped and a deep breath gives no other identifiable smells other than decay and dust.

Carefully ascending the stairway, he lets his hands partially transform- fingers elongating and nails thickening to claws. The space is packed to the rafters with old boxes and precariously stacked items. Old dresses, China dolls and other knick-knacks reveal the storage space must be full of the landlord’s or a previous tenant’s things. The pathway through the junk is half-hazardously cleared at best, towering stacks and blind corners keep him from gaining a good vantage point to survey the area.

Another thump from around the corner freezes Polnareff in his tracks and he carefully peaks around the corner of stacked boxes. His hair stands on end when he sees a solitary doll sitting in the middle of the path, its eyes staring straight at him. He’s stuck in a staring contest for a moment before carefully stepping forward and picking it up. Taking another deep breath fails to yield any new scents but his sharp eyesight catches a pattern in the dust on the floor where the doll was sitting. Silently setting the doll back down, he follows the new trail weaving between towers of junk.

A space near the only window in the attic had been cleared to make room for the large mirror and runes on the floor, unlike the ritual space in the bedroom below this one was pristine in its rune work. As he drew near, he could feel the power pulsing from the mirror but before he could inspect it further a louder ‘thump’ from behind him had Polnareff spinning around on his heel. A terrible shriek is all the warning he had before a shadowy figure lunged at him and knocked him back away from the runes.

Polnareff slammed into the tower of boxes behind him, slightly dazed from the blow as he gets a good look at his assailant. But even though he’s face to face with the creature, it’s still hard to make out the details clearly, its shape undefined and changing like smoke. Although it’s playing tricks on his eyes, he is able to see the two glowing red eyes in its elongated face before it shrieks again and lunges. There is barely enough time to shift into his wolf form before parrying its face first attack and gripping the creature by its muzzle. Its eyes seem to blaze brighter as Polnareff snarls at it and throws it off of him.

The tiny space between the towers of junk and debris doesn’t leave much room to maneuver but the creature still stomps its cloven hooved feet and paws at the ground in preparation to charge. Polnareff growls louder in warning and lowers himself to brace for the impact. The wings on the creatures back emerge from the smoky shroud they had been covered in, the smoke dissipating the longer this encounter lasted. With a flap of its leathery wings, it lowered its head and charged forward, Polnareff managing to catch it by the curved horns on its head before it made contact with his chest. Stubby clawed hands scrape and scramble against the werewolf’s superior strength before it launches itself backward again, jerking it from his grip with another flap of wings.

Polnareff recovers and lowers himself into a runner’s start position with one clawed hand on the floor for balance. He launches himself forward and catches the thing by the arm and shoulder, cracking its thin bones in his grip before slamming it into the floor. The force of the blow cracks the wood and the mountains of junk shift in on them as the beam snaps and they tumble into the 2nd floor bedroom.

The creature is able to recover first, slipping from Polnareff’s grip as he tries to deflect the junk raining down on him from above. It scrambles across the floor and tears up the mattress as it spins around in an arc to whip the barbed end of its long tail at Polnareff. It makes contact with his forearm as he tries to deflect the blow, leaving a deep mark that soon begins to burn. His eyes widen and he lets out another snarl as the burning intensifies- his arm losing strength as the venom infects it. His accelerated healing can barely keep it at bay as his arm goes numb, and he’s barely able to make a fist with that hand.

Taking care to avoid its tail barb is more difficult than he expected. The open room allows the creature to reach its top speed. Powerful flaps of its wings allow it to change direction suddenly to avoid his attacks and use its momentum to launch into spinning attacks with its tail whenever possible. Although it is much faster now that its not impeded by all the junk in the way, so is Polnareff. He trades blows with it for a short while before he is finally able to grab onto its tail mid swing, launching it into the closet door and snapping the thin bones of its tail at the same time.

The screech it lets out causes him to falter and it stabilizes itself in preparation to charge head on again. Polnareff recovers and recognizes the position, this time meeting it half way and grabbing it by the throat as it tries to rear back in surprise. He slams it to the floor with a sickening crack and Polnareff prepares for the floor to crumble away as it did in the attic above. After a moment in braced position, he looks up and realizes the that floor of the 2nd level must be sturdier than the attic. The devil underneath him is also un-moving and Polnareff realizes he must have knocked it unconscious with the last blow.

However, as he cautiously steps away from the beast it doesn’t move even to breath and he realizes the crack he heard must have been its spine or skull. Panting, he lest out a groan as he lets his transformation drop and slouches to the floor using the doorframe as support to slide down. The wounds on his arm and other scratches left behind by the venomous tail bleed sluggishly as he rests for a moment to gather his strength.

After catching his breath, Polnareff quickly finds his phone from where he dropped it in the attic and takes some more pictures of the ritual mirror upstairs and close ups of the creature’s corpse for proof of the bizarre encounter. The deepest wounds on his arms are still burning and refuse to close, so he finds some clean paper towels and wraps them in a makeshift bandage.

He makes it back to his car without any witnesses and shoots a group text to the pack- pictures of the creature attached. Within second his phone starts to ring- Mr. Joestar- on the caller ID. “Mr. Joestar, you are not going to believe this. I’m headed back now, but listen…” As Polnareff recounts the nights events and pulls out of the parking space dusk finally starts to set in, the clouds slowly losing their gold and rosy pink hues as Polnareff sets out back towards the city.

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Author's Note:

Hey. How yall doin? Its been a while…. I swear I will finish this if it’s the last thing I do. Yall have fun with this adventure Polnareff vs. the Jersey Devil? Shout out to @jotaroslightning on tumblr for the baddie’s first name!

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