Pink-Lemonade

Sonic and all other Mobians are considered cryptids. Generally, humans don’t know that they exist, when in fact, cryptids are all over the place right under their noses. Being humanoid (and having slight perception filters), it’s not hard for cryptids to blend into human society as long as the don’t make a BIG scene.

There are also towns, such as those scattered throughout the IDW comics, that are made mostly of cryptids.

Many cryptids, half cryptids, non-anthropomorphic animal cryptids like gorgons, or anyone involved in magic might have a familiar.

Familiars are elemental nature spirits who work with you in and out of battle.

Pokemon. They’re slightly ethereal Pokemon.

Locations from the Pokemon games may exist, but they’re all very wizard-y.

So the other two in my group are used to my antics by now. We’re all friends, so the pair of them decide that the one guy in our group gets to be the nurse. Now, my Juliet and I have been friends for a couple months by this point, so I decide to be a little more dramatic.

We put Juliet on a spinny chair, and pump it up as tall as it goes, and my baby, closeted lesbian ass crouches on the floor, ready to be as melodramatic as possible. Like, I’m about to do a rendition that makes William himself walk into the class and tell me to take it back a notch or twelve.

And then I look up.

And holy shit.

There she is, Juliet, haloed in the worst fluorescent light known to mortals across the globe. Light just streaming down around her, that weird off-green colour that it always is. And she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. My little gay soul is barely holding on as the words barely leave my lips, breathlessly. “But soft… what light from yonder window breaks?”

And Juliet was the sun. Romeo was not exaggerating that line at all.