#city cryptids

[dreams-in-daylight]

Love the idea of lil plant-loving plant cryptids getting into people’s homes and becoming attached to houseplants. Like, you know how some plant people really live bugs bc they understand the relationship between bugs and plants? Like that but w a variety of lil cryptids people welcome into their homes or even try to attract w certain houseplants

[pupofnoodles]

The Exterminator

If you have never been able to experience the nostalgic dissociation that comes with eating at a diner, I highly suggest you try it. Nothing triggers my fight or flight response more than being asked if I'd like to go eat at diner.

Pancake Circus is a relic of a diner in my city. Its drab beige exterior, striped like a carnival tent, reeks of chaos. It isn't that this place has faded over time; it was designed this way. The dull, flickering lights. The soft, repetitive carnival music being played out of something similar to an old tin shoebox. The vinyl seats that are always sticky. The hundreds of eyes, always staring, from the faces of the clowns on almost every wall. Everything is the same colour of horrible, horrible beige, and it was designed to be this. It is truly the most liminal of spaces, and it beats out every other horrible diner I have been to. I would gladly live in a Waffle House for one year than to have to enter Pancake Circus ever again.

It isn't just the interior that makes me instinctively reach for anything I might use as a weapon. The staff seem as though they are in a 'Groundhog's Day' scenario, living the same day over and again, potentially for thousands of years. I think Pancake Circus has existed since the beginning of time; a god older than any of us. The staff don't speak, or at least not aloud. Their voices speak amongst your thoughts, but you won't notice until you leave. They write down your order before you even begin to write it. I am positive that after a certain number of times eating at Pancake Circus, instead of a check after your meal, you'll be given a uniform from the server who crumbles away to dust when you take it.

I was seated at a booth by myself and wordlessly handed a plate of biscuits and gravy, which I had yet to order. The waitress stared at me with a calculating expression on her face and sat down across from me. Leaning close across the table, she spoke in a grave tone, "Are you the Exterminator?"

My outfits are usually fairly flamboyant, and in a black trenchcoat, penis bone necklace, cream collared shirt, black jeans, platform gladiators, and cat paw socks, I was actually pretty subdued from my usual levels of Gay. I absolutely did not present as anyone who might have a normal job like an exterminator, so I was confused as to why she might think that, out of the five total patron's of the diner, I might be an exterminator, being that I looked the least professional out of any of them.

"Are you expecting an exterminator to come?" I ventured. Perhaps she had asked everyone that had come in so far.

"No," she replied, looking noticably disappointed. She stood up hastily, but not before handing me a buisness card in the same beige and white stripes as the building with nothing written on it but a phone number.

"Call it when you find an exterminator," she choked out hoarsley, before rushing into the kitchen. She didn't come back, and after an hour, when no one brought me a check, I left some money on the table and headed home.

Some how, I don't feel like the diner has left me, though.

[pupofnoodles]

I went to go take out the trash, and there was a cat at the bottom of my driveway. It looked like a regular cat, so I said hello, and it swivelled its head to look at me while not moving its body. Then it vaporized into the air and I covered my mouth to avoid breathing in cat particles. Now I'm inside and I hear purring by my head, but nothing is there.

[dreams-in-daylight]

Love the idea of city cryptids collecting all sorts of things

Moth cryptids will collect coins, but only if they’re shiny. The shinier, the more they’re valued.

Goblins and other goblins collect cash bc they understand the concept of money, but nearly never can figure out cards unless they don’t require a PIN

[dreams-in-daylight]

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[perdumox]

one peep ( @/cyclone-light ) said yes to my previous post and that’s enough to convince me, here’s my noodle son. He’s long and confused, child of the void,,,