#squatchin

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-Hi~ I’m DJ!

-Feel free to call me Deej or Devvie, as well!

-I’m a midwestern Sasquatchkin and cryptid enthusiast, in general!

-I’m 31

-I’m an ENFP-T and an ambivert/extrovert~!

-I’m a therian, otherkin, alterhuman, and deitykin.[ @sunUWUkong ]

-I’m a xenogender trans man, and my main pronouns are he/him/his, but I also use neopronouns.

-Was raised in the southeastern US and moved to Nebraska last February.

-I’m an artist, a writer, and a passionate world-builder. 

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-"My name is Devin, but you can call me Devvie~

I am a creature of arcane lore; usually tired or hungry!

Otherwise I'm preoccupied with pretending to be an adult!

I like baking, art, fantasy and Fiction, cool supernatural spooks and cryptids,

anime & manga, collecting Clown dolls and other porcelain obscurities!

I don't dislike many things except negative mindsets.

Oh, and being uncertain about pretty much everything! That too. 

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-#squatchsketches -art tag! What else needs explaining?

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-#bigstomping -rambler posts! Especially when a topic or post gets BIG.

-#squatchsnippets -writing in general. Like, fanfic snippets or just blurbs.

-#elusiveencounters -outings! We love venturing outdoors and enjoying the wilderness, especially living in the Midwest, the adventures are endless!

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DNI Below the cut✂️✂️✂️- - -

Lurking with the best of them 🌲

This was posted on Twitter, obviously, from one of my buddies. @monikafilefan responded with an idea that I could not get out of my head- Scully seeing Mulder on the news and saying “you promised not in public.”

So I came up with this little story, hope you enjoy! 😀

Out Squatchin

She looked at her watch for what must have been the tenth time in half an hour. She had tried his cell phone, but to no avail. With his plan to be home over an hour ago, she shook her head as she looked outside. The snow was falling harder, sticking to the snow from the other night.

He had gone out, planning to stock up on items before a big storm was due to pass through, possibly cutting them off if the roads were not cleared and remained unpassable.

“He could be lying in a ditch somewhere. The car could’ve been run off the road. What is he thinking not answering his phone?” She paced and mumbled, looking out the window again before sighing and sitting on the couch.

The news was on, showing the 5 day forecast and all she saw was snow and more snow. Looking towards the door, she listened for the sound of his tires. Instead she heard a cry and went upstairs, shaking her head and muttering how he was in so much trouble.

Smiling at their rosy cheeked little girl standing in her crib, she scooped her up and held her close. Closing her eyes, she imagined his punishment. No sex for two weeks. Well… a week. Two days at least.

The bastard.

“Little girl, you’re daddy is in for it when he gets home.”

“Dada!”

“Exactly.”

Going back downstairs, she looked out the window again and nearly growled. God, but that man could try her patience. Sitting on the couch again, she cuddled her girl on her lap trying to calm down when she inhaled a gasp and her eyes bulged in disbelief.

“Oh. My. God…” she whispered and rewound the scene she had just witnessed.

A woman was bundled, reporting on the weather as she stood on the side of the street, snow blowing and piling around her. But the reporter was not the focus of her attention, no. The person she was staring at was behind the reporter. It could have been a man or a woman, no way of knowing, but she knew who it was and she was both horrified and nearly overcome with the giggles.

There in his full ghillie suit, was none other than the man she had been trying to reach for the past hour. He trudged through the deep snow, not a care in the world, straight toward the camera and the reporter. When the woman stepped back, she saw him and jumped. Only when he was close enough to be heard and seen clearly, did he make any sound.

“Squatchin!” he yelled through the face mask and she laughed until her sides ached. She hit record as she did, knowing how much he would love to see himself on the news, when no one but her would know it was him. Rewinding it, she watched it again and then twice more, laughing each time.

When she finally heard his tires pulling up to the house, she quickly shut the television off and acted nonchalant, playing on the floor with the baby. The door opened and he tried to hide his grin, but she knew him well enough to recognize his barely suppressed glee.

“Scully, you’re never going to believe this,” he said, stepping inside and closing the door, picking up his girl as she toddled over to him.

“I already know,” she said as she stood up and crossed her arms, keeping her smile off her face. “You promised not in public, Mulder. You promised.”

“But… but I… what do you mean you already know? How could you know?” He looked at the television and he grinned. “You saw me! You did! Oh, please tell me you recorded it.” He stepped closer to her and she fought against her smile, but felt it twitching at her mouth.

“You’re damn right I recorded it,” she said, reaching for the remote and queueing it up, as they all sat down on the couch.

They howled with laughter as they watched it over and over, him lumbering through the snow, and then shouting Squatchin’! as he ran clumsily off camera, leaving a dumbfounded reporter and cameraman in his wake.

“You have to admit, I would never have a more perfect opportunity. I drove past that news van and I knew the suit was in the trunk… it was kismet, Scully,” he said as he shut off the television and looked at her with a grin. “I had to.’

“You did. I completely agree.” He raised his eyebrows at her and she leaned forward for a kiss, any thoughts of his punishment long gone.

Falling in love with a man who believed in the fantastical, one needed to anticipate that one day he would appear on the news dressed as one of the creatures he found so intriguing.