Challenge #00923-B192: Unblinking Stare
http://thentheresthisspazz.tumblr.com/post/123284811011/mythological-creature-aus
Aaand again!
[AN: OK for future reference and my current incompetence, I’m using a checklist.
[ ] (In/Suc)cubus
[X] Siren
[X] Werewolf
[X] Cursed animal
[X] Dragon
[X] Frog
[ ] Vampire
thank you for your patience with me. Oh, and haimaee? Here’s more]
When you get down to it, there’s lots of things worse than being turned into a lizard. Bearded dragon, to be precise. Just so you know.
You know, once the dysmorphia wore off and I got used to it… it’s not that bad.
I can sleep through the night. Easily.
And -sure- Animal Control got on my case. They were right to. They didn’t know I was a human being in a lizard body. And it’s really hard to communicate when you’re concentrating on feeder crickets. Trust me on this.
Crickets are actually very tasty. Don’t give me that face.
Animal shelters are colder than they seem. Promise me that, if you want an animal companion, you are going to adopt one from the local shelter. You’ll be doing them a favour.
And speaking of favours… I owe my life to the rangy goth who volunteered there. He ripped admin up and down about the size of my tank (too small) the variety in my diet (crickets or starve) and how often and to what temperature my heat rock should be heated (three times a day, and warm but not scorching).
He bought me, in the end. And under that Nine Inch Nails T-shirt? My boy is stacked. Lithe, lean and supple. Just the way I used to like them when I was human. How I still like them.
Trev didn’t have a tank, but he did have a heat lamp that he jury-rigged to a timer. And I’m free to roam pretty much where I like.
The hunting’s good. It’s a cheap flat and the neighbours aren’t exactly the cleanest people in the world. The cockroaches are very well fed.
What? I’m a lizard, now. Get over it.
And… there’s a little unexpected bonus.
He likes to be nude when he’s home.
I could watch him going about his daily business forever. And at night when the heat lamp goes off full-time? I get to snuggle up against those lovely warm pecs.
Mmmmmmmmmm…
I don’t want him to kiss me. It would lead to way too many questions.
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Challenge #00922-B191: Smoke Gets in Your Eyes
http://thentheresthisspazz.tumblr.com/post/123284811011/mythological-creature-aus
Keep going!
[AN: OK for future reference and my current incompetence, I’m using a checklist.
[ ] (In/Suc)cubus
[X] Siren
[X] Werewolf
[ ] Cursed animal
[X] Dragon
[X] Frog
[ ] Vampire
thank you for your patience with me. Oh, and haimaee? Here’s more]
He always came with the smell of smoke. Sharp and acrid. “Good morning, Princess.”
Emily automatically began making is Grande Soy Latte with a shot of chilli and three shots of caramel. “Is there any way I can convince you to quit the smokes? I don’t want to be treating your ass when I’m a doctor.”
“I promise, your highness, that I do not smoke and I have no plans to start.”
“Yeah? Really. You reek of smoke. Every day. Second-hand stuff is just as bad as the first-hand shit. Probably worse. I have graphs and icky photos to back me up on this.”
Tony laughed. “I have no doubt. But don’t worry. I’m fine.”
“Dude…” Emily began.
Tony looked around the shop. It was close to closing and nobody else was there. In a ripple of light, there was no longer a human standing in the shop and grinning, but a rather large green Dragon taking up a majority of the free space. “The only smoking I do is one hundred percent natural. I’m fine.”
And just like that, he was regular Tony again.
Emily handed over his coffee. “I’m guessing Dragons are fine with theobromine, too?”
“Dramn straight,” He gave her a 40% tip. “Though I should probably cut down on all the sugar. Thanks, Princess.”
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Challenge #00921-B190: Heavenly Harmonies
http://thentheresthisspazz.tumblr.com/post/123284811011/mythological-creature-aus
Pick another one!
[AN: OK for future reference and my current incompetence, I’m using a checklist.
[ ] (In/Suc)cubus
[X] Siren
[X] Werewolf
[ ] Cursed animal
[ ] Dragon
[X] Frog
[ ] Vampire
thank you for your patience with me. Oyeah. And it’s not going to be Tailor Swift.]
“It’s all goooooooooooooooooooooooone to ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust…” Amy leaned her head back to rinse out the lather. “The mall shop’s a derelict skeleton, the disco’s dead and the hop is done. The raves are flickering out–”
WHUD!
Amy stopped singing to shriek and cover her private areas. “What the fuck, guys?”
No answer. Just the sounds of fighting going on, outside the bathroom.
She rinsed off in a hurry and emerged from the steam in just a bathrobe.
“Command us,” said Bob.
“We will do your bidding,” said Quentin.
And there were some of her neighbours, outside the window. Pounding ineffectively on the glass.
Shit. Fuck. She’d forgotten again.
Singing along was a bad idea when you were a siren. Stupid fucking little shop that was never there again. She’d just wanted to sing well. Not that well.
Another fine morning interrupted by telling everyone in her sphere of influence to ‘snap out of it’. Again.
Amy wondered if making her boss so understanding about it was cheating.
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