#magickal creatures

[otherpeoplesheartachept-2]

Creatures

Rating: teen & up

Warnings: mild awtwb spoilers

Length: 353 words

Summary: Just a regular afternoon convo about creatures and cucking

AN: I wrote this scene months ago for my fic Date Night, but it didn’t rlly fit the tone of that fic, so I’m being lazy and recycling it for the coc lmao

Read on AO3 or below the cut :))

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“Is that take away?” Baz asks when he spots the plastic bag in my hand.

“Yeah, we had like a lunch date. You want some of the leftovers?” Simon says, removing his heavy coat and stretching his wings.

“You took my boyfriend on a date?” Baz turns to me, a playful eyebrow raised. Simon wraps him in a hug and reaches up to place a kiss on his jaw.

“He was hungry so we stopped at that little café a few blocks away and I got him some food,” I shrug.

“That’s his favorite place. Wait, am I being cucked right now?” Baz asks dramatically, eyes moving between me and Simon.

Simon laughs, pressing his face into Baz’s chest.

“I didn’t sleep with him!” I say, maybe too defensively. I’m still not entirely used to Baz joking with me.  

“Yet,” Simon adds suggestively.

I can’t help the snort that comes out of me.

“You should watch out Basilton: Shep did hook-up with a mermaid once, he probably has a thing for scales.” Penny says casually, without looking up from her book. She can’t hide her mischievous little smirk though.

I turn on my heels to face her.

“You are evil,” I gasp, but she knows I don’t actually mind. I can’t keep the smile off my face that comes just from looking at her, curled up on the couch in a long tee-shirt and purple knee-high socks.

“You met a mermaid?” Simon asks excitedly, his tail wagging behind him. “Wait, you… met a mermaid?”

“Yeah,”

“Are they- do they have- I mean like how does that…” his whole face breaks out into a blush, “…work.”

“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell,” I reply coyly. I wouldn’t mind explaining, but Mista is still my friend, and I don’t think they’d be cool with me explaining it.

“You already tell people you had sex with a mermaid, how is that not kissing and telling?” Penny points out.

“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and then tell in detail how the genitals of his partner work.” I amend, “And you’re the one who brought it up, not me!”

[facewithoutheart]

Turn Around (Don't)*

Rating: Teen Words: 452 Summary: Once upon a ball, Gerald’s love comes back (he’s not really there.)

Part of @carryon-countdown Day 14: Creatures

*spoilers for The Real Tragedy and The Real Tragedy 2

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[sidespromptblog]

The Myrske

The Myrske is a passive species, and are actually quite rich in numbers given the fact that they have no real enemy or predator to hunt them back into smaller numbers. Most animals inherently know to avoid the Myrske, just from their instincts alone as the Myrske feed on the toxic waste that has been put on the earth by humans and machines. 

That being said, ingesting any part of a Myrske is fatal with no known cure. 

The Myrske can and will travel nonstop until they can find their next food source, going hundreds of thousands of miles within a single day to find sustenance. 

As such, they usually can be found (if at all due to their excellent camouflage) roaming the vastness of the land in order to feed and accomplish the task that they were born to do. However, most of them generally don’t have to make this perilous journey given that most Myrske tend to stay in cities, culdesacs, and suburban neighborhoods disguised as just your average bush when they roll on their backs to sleep. 

Agewise, the Myrske are born with a peach fuzz covering their bodies and the petals on their back standing straight up. It due to ingesting the toxins that they do, that the grass begins to sprout and cover their body. Newborn Myrskes will almost always be seen with a lush green coat of grass, it is only later in life when the decomposition process starts that the green grass will slowly be replaced with brown and their petals will start to droop. This process takes roughly up to thirty years to accomplish, while the Myrske will begin having more and more trouble moving as fast as it once did. The previous amount of food that it ingested won’t be enough, and it will seek to get more and more for the next cycle of its life. 

Rebirth. 

Just as a Myrske dies, another is born in its place. Rising from the shell of decomposition and rot, it will be much smaller than the previous Myrske until it grows into maturity. 

Myrskes will grow, die, and be reborn for just about as long as the earth has toxins that it needs to be dispelled of.  

Here we see a Myrske that is roughly middle-aged what with its brown grass and drooping petals, being reminded that the fate of all flower is...  

To die.     

[crazyskirtlady]

...wish you were here...

[myvirgo-moon-blog]

I left an offering of strawberries, honey, milk, and herbs & planted a moonstone for any passerby fae in my new mint plant 🌿✨

[otherpeoplesheartachept-2]

We all know Simon is into magickal creatures, but how come we never talk abt him finding pixies cute!?

[otherpeoplesheartachept-2]

Magical Creatures

Carry On Countdown Day 3

Characters: Shepard

Length: 416 words

Genre: social media(?)

Mild Wayward Son spoilers

AN: Shepard says he didn’t tell others about Margaret in Wayward Son but I wanted to talk about her so we’re ignoring canon and looking at the magical blog Shepard could have. 

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MAY 25, 2:17 AM

Has anyone ever met/seen/heard from legit sources abt a siren?

I watched pirates of the caribbean 4 w/some little cousins and it got me thinking. 

MAY 28, 11:36 PM

Okay, I’ve seen a few posts circuiting abt a witch living somewhere in the Rockies. While that sounds a little TOO like a fairy-tale, I’ve been itching to travel and find more info on magic. Plus I figure a secluded Speaker, might be more likely to talk to me. So I’m headed off next week. Keep y’all posted if I can!

JUNE 9, 9:44 PM

Hey everyone! It’s Shepard back with that info on the Rockies.

I saw some people saying a witch lived up there (maybe one does) but I ran into a dragon!?!?! She said all the mountains ARE dragons. Sleeping. I don’t know why they’re sleeping or if/when they’ll wake up. But how cool! 

I should clarify; she looks like a human, (could be why there’s stories of a witch), but apparently it’s like a magical envoy(?) If anyone has more info on how that works, please let me know! Anyway, the dragon’s name is Margaret, and she collects gold. She’s got tons of rings and bracelets on her human form. I was worried she’d take the chain my brother gave me years ago but turns out it’s not real gold. Not super surprised he lied abt that tho lol

Anyways, Margaret was hospitable, after she knocked me out and tied me up for drinking from a stream meant for her sheep. Yeah,,, At first she was standoffish, but it was clear she was lonely. She said it was too warm for her to stay asleep like the others. She’s originally from Europe, I think. After I offered to bring her some gold and told her abt myself she warmed up to me.  She IS Humboldt Peak in Colorado, if my understanding is correct. She also told me that the Spanish Peaks (or Huajatolla as the Ute People named them) are mates. She’s never met them. They’ve been asleep for millennia it seems. But Margret said “They sleep as couple.” (I just thought that was cute!)

She speaks in not exactly broken English but her phrasing is odd. That’s all I’ve got for now, I just popped into a town to find some gold and post this. I’m gonna try and learn more abt dragons and update y’all in a few days. Bye!

[sidespromptblog]

Pixie

Pixie: What would trail behind you if you were a pixie? (Sprinkles, bacon bits, rose petals, tiny skulls etc.) 

If we’re talking useful.... money, pay off my college funds, and then some.

Now if we’re talking edgy and most definitely creepy just for the sake of being creepy... teeth.