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anyone else realize that a number of animals just take one look around and then just decide that living on land just isn’t for them. I mean whales and dolphins lived on land for a bit and then went nope back into the water. I don’t want anything to do with this. Not to mention seals and otters are in the process of this very same thing of just deciding they don’t want to live on land.
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Fairy godmother cranes guide their confused gator godchild back into pond
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A new beginning
When she was a child she dreamt of freedom. She dreamt of climbing mountains and fulfilling dreams. Elmira had dreamt of joining her friend Luda in everything. Elmira sighed from her bed. As she thought back to when she had been a foolish child. Back when she had been free and strong. Now each year she grew weaker and she cursed every labored breath of life. She struggled to take in. Her legs no longer strong enough to carry her and her days filled with many books. She hated it. She wanted to run, to walk, and most of all she a wanted to dance and fight. Her best friend Luda had left her and joined the army years ago. Luda had fulfilled her dream of joining the Lutveian armada. Elmira still had pictures of her best friend in her fatigues grinning from ear to ear and her scales shining in elaborate patterns. Elmira was jealous she would be the first to admit it. Who wouldn’t be when one was trapped in a bed while the other got to travel the universe defending her people and fighting for their laws. But today was the day she would finally prove her suspicions. That the servants were poisoning her for some reason. She could feel it every time she took the medicine. She would get weaker for a day then regain her strength a few hours later.
“Ms, Elmira it’s time for your special medicine.” Yulper her personal servant said.
Yulper was a tall young man only a few years older than Elmira and far more trusting. He would give her whatever the servants gave him. If they told him it was medicine then to him it was.
“Thank you.” Elmira replied as she swallowed the poison into a storage pouch, her people had evolved, that resided at the back of her throat. Her scales while elaborately patterned lacked the glow it had years ago. Bright red had faded into a dull reddish pink and turquoise into a pale robin’s egg blue. The emerald green dots and lines that once shone like gems upon her flesh are now dull like jade. She was a shadow of her old self but she was made clever from years of reading and today she might just begin to glow again not right away. It would take awhile before she would escape this gilded prison. If she could escape further dosings. Her mother and father before their deaths had been scientists, scholars, and doctors of many fields. She’d had unrestricted access over the years regardless of what Bulington, the head butler, wanted.
She was still head of the house regardless of her health. Elmira began to fake a slumber a her personal servant left her room. She waited until the door closed before spitting out her medicine into the waste disposal unite kept next to her bed. Afterwards she fell into a real slumber and awoke hours later feeling a little better than she had after she fallen asleep rather than weak as a kitten as she usually did. That night Elmira came to a decision. Over the weeks she began to get better. She gained the strength to stumble into the bathroom. She began to hide her improving coloration over the weeks with a fine white powder. She hid her improvement until she was healthy. Finally, months passed and she was ready to leave. She washed off the fine white powder. Revealing brightly colored and elaborate patterns with a few new colors added onto the old pattern. She knew she wouldn’t improve any further until she left the mansion. She would have to leave with no supplies though. Into the wilderness that surrounded the mansion that could be deadly. It would still be better than being poisoned by people that she was meant to trust. She was ever more grateful that she was a Lamatee and that the mansion wasn’t designed to keep Lamatee in. Well that and that her species evolved to fall from great heights. As Elmira fell from the window. She realized just how bad an idea jumping out the window had been. She remained silent as she fell though. She collapsed as she hit the ground but other than a few bruises she was unharmed her scales had hardened and brightened over the months. Just as she had hoped.
She knew the bright violet patterns showed that she had been poisoned and recovered. The sharpness of the angles and thickness of the lines being a tell of how severe and how long the recovery took. Her body was covered in these patterns. Thin as a thread in some places and in others thick as her wrist. All of them a bright toxic violet. All of them telling her the truth. What mattered though was that she was free from her traitorous staff. She moved through the forest with silent stealth. Her limbs shook, her heart beat heavily in her chest, and in the darkness a dozen beings watched her for the moment they could pick her off. But at long last she was free. She knew now what had been done to her by the patterns upon her body. Elmira knew now the terror the people she had trusted had wrought upon her and though her heart burned with betrayal. Elmira would return to deal with the staff someday. At the moment though she would focus on leaving the traitors behind to live her life. She moved forward until her limbs could no longer carry her. Then as the night passed the forest encompassed her until her still form was no longer seen. Elmira had no choice but to shut her eyes as a leaf covered vine moved slowly over them.
The Forest was silent as various creatures picked off the butler’s and maids who left the mansion to search for their missing mistress. They would get none of the fortune if she remains an impure beast. At least that had been what Bulington told them. But fewer chose to search for her as they heard the screams of those who left. After Elmira’s Parents had died Bulington had fired all but a few of the nonhuman residents. He had assumed control of the household in all but name and many believed he might have been siphoning off the Mistress’ inheritance. But that had been put to a stop rather forcefully when Elmira had been in decent health to fight back. Then she had fallen ill and he had insisted on giving her what they all thought to be an exotic medicine. After all none of them knew the difference between the patterns of sickness and the patterns of poison in Lamatee scale coloration. It was after that when the mistress had progressively grown weaker over the years. All but Bulington had no clue as to what was wrong. The man himself wasn’t talking. He did insist however; that Mistress Elmira be found at all cost. Only a few knew the truth of what was happening to her. That the “exotic” medicine was only a medicine to a few species. Bulington had made sure to fire them. He knew the girl possessed something different from her parents though. The girl had been far too wary of him even from his early years working for the family. Neither of her parents had the same scale colorations as her, but his former master and mistress hadn’t seen what he did to them. The forest responded to her in a way it never should. Roots would move to keep from tripping her and even the animals that ought to have eaten her would never bare fang or claw at her. In Bulington’s eyes she was a monster. Tonight only proved it. Noone could leave the house without being accosted.
As the sun rose upon the forest. The great entity peeled itself back from the small bone thin form of a girl barely in her teens. Her scales glimmered in the sunlight. Reds, greens, violets, and blues. It was as if her great serpent ancestor had descended upon them once more. The Lamatee child blinked awake at the gentle rumble of one of the forest’s inhabitants. A great horned liger. A gentle rumble rolled through it. the massive beast dropped a small antelope before her. Bright red-gold horns curled around it’s skull like a goats. The power behind it’s leonine shape visible for all. It eyed the girl’s frail form. Even the feathers that made up her hair showed how poor her health had been, but Lamatee tended to prefer their meat under done. So hopefully the ligress would not need to find a dragon to feed this cub. As brittle as the child appeared to be.
She used her massive paw to nudge the child. After all, the forest wanted her to protect this child and she would.
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forgotten memories au
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47290888
this is the rest of the story so far. Hope you like it.
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Wally’s day at work
He was in the red house at the window. Wally was getting rather tired of the dream, it wasn’t much of a nightmare anymore.
“Why do I keep coming here?” He asks out loud.
<Because you belong here with me. Your friends should be here too. But you left.>
Wally leaves the window after the house answers in it’s creaks and groans. The house is familiar, he knows exactly where everything is and should be. including a paint studio just off to the side, that there was something in the basement, and where the apples and cookies were in the kitchen.
“Your Home aren’t you?”
<That is what you called me.>
“What will happen when I wake up?”
The house remained silent again.
<you will be away from me. I miss you. I regret everything. I’m sorry.>
“For, what?”
<…everthything.>
Wallace awoke feeling tired and aching. In more than body. This time the ache felt soul deep. He eyed the many canvases that had been filled over the past few days. Before leaving for work.
“What’s got you so cheery?” Lucy, his coworker asked as Wallace entered the office.
He looked at her a light smile on his face.
“I just got into a new hobby is all.”
Lucy smiled at him as he entered his small cubicle. Wallace frowned as the cubicle felt smaller than. But as always it was where he worked day in and out. This wasn’t home it was work, it wasn’t meant to be comfortable. He shook his head of the worrying set of thoughts and got to work designing the new ad for T-mobile. As he works, he begins to idly hum.
He pauses as he sees something in the reflection of his computer screen. It was him but not. He almost let out a soft huff of laughter as it showed a very different if familiar visage of a yellow puppet instead of a particularly pale person. He blinks and it’s him as he is rather than the puppet he saw.
“So what’s so funny now?” Lucy asks half-way through the day.
Wallace waves off her question as he thinks of giving Juliet one of his new paintings. He would ask her when he did his volunteer work afterwards.
He looked at the design he was making and then deleted it. The coloring was off and it most was certainly not what he had been asked to make. The ad had an almost eighties vibe with bright colors in orange and yellow with a bright red font that said.
“Hello neighbor, want to try something new.”
Lucy looks at the screen and winces a little
“Well while that will grab attention, I doubt it’s in the way the client wants. It’s not even the right color pallet.”
Wallace shrugs and then begins to redesign the ad. Lucy takes note of his new attitude.
“Hey, are you on drugs? You seem much more mellow. You know if you are you gotta share.” She tells him with a mischievous glint.
Wallace tilts his head as if thinking. He guessed he was mellower. He had been ever since the dreams had started. He guessed home had a better effect on him than just aching joints and strange visions and that the side effects weren’t so bad.
“No just some weird dreams and a new hobby.” He answers softly.
This time Lucy huffs a small laugh and leaves a mug of coffee on Wallace’s desk. Wallace pauses in his work for a moment was he really that different after a few days of dreams.
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Wallace starts painting
The dream with the window again.
<please Wally this isn’t you! You have to remember!> the house creaked and groaned.
Wally wasn’t sure what he had to remember or what this place was. But it smelled of apples and tasted like blood. He looked down at his hands and they felt right, more than they ever had before. They were felt, yellow, and had one less finger each. But they felt right. He walked away from the window and let his feet carry him. His steps took him to a canvas and a paint set.
Wallace awoke feeling more tired than he had when he went to sleep. He looked at the window and saw that it was still dark. He let out a gentle groan as he stood and went to the mirror in the bathroom. He flicked on the light after a moment of confusion.
His reflection didn’t look right. Even as everything looked as it was meant to. His pale skin paler than normal, his hands with all five fingers, and his messy dyed hair. His pupils were shrunken to pinpricks.
“Nothing is wrong.” He whispered only to himself.
He eyed the clock on the wall. 4:30. He would need to leave in a few hours. He wouldn’t likely be able to fall asleep again. He felt a strong urge to do something, but he didn’t know what. Maybe something with paint, he thought.
He began to hum a soft lullaby as he grabbed the bright red apple, he had purchased from Howdie’s. He sat in silence as he watched the sunrise. He left the apartment with a soft smile and a strange sense of peace.
As he left he saw Barnaby once more in the dog costume packing up the van full of various party supplies and the picture of his character on the side.
“Hello Barnaby.”
“Oh, hey Wallace, you’re up earlier than normal.”
“So are you.”
“Just getting all my supplies together for today’s event. I’ve been hired for a street fair. What about you what’s got up so early?” Barnaby asked scratching the red stubble on his chin.
“Couldn’t sleep, Had a weird dream. Do you want any help with that?” Wallace asks pointing at the large helium tank still sitting on the side of the building.
“You too huh. And nah, I got it covered.”
Wallace nods and begins to walk away.
“Hey where you off to anyway.”
“I was thinking of going to Howdie’s to see if he has any paint supplies or if I would have to get them from a local crafts store.”
“You sure like buying local, don’t you?”
“I like supporting our neighborhood.”
“Well then then let me give you a ride neighbor.”
Wallace pauses, he and Barnaby were good friends, but it would most certainly be imposing.
“Are you certain?”
“Yeah, it’s on the way anyway.”
<You can trust him, Wally. Barnaby is a good dog.> Wallace can hear almost imperceptibly.
He pauses as he is about to get in his friend’s van. He shook his head the clear the odd not voice out and got in. After all Barnaby may be allergic to chocolate and dress up like a dog but he most certainly wasn’t a dog. He was tempted to berate the strange not voice about calling his friend a dog.
The ride was spent in idle chatter between friends about everything and nothing. Wallace waves goodbye and good luck to his friend before entering the small grocery store.
“Hello Howard.” Wallace greets the storekeeper.
“Oh Wallace, I told you to call me Howdie. Did you order anything by chance?” The darker skinned store owner told him.
“No, I didn’t though I was wondering if you had any painting supplies I could purchase?” Wallace asked.
“Sorry, but no. Though I can give you that package addressed to you.”
“But I didn’t order it.”
“Well somebody ordered it for you because the package was addressed to your apartment, but Eddie didn’t feel comfortable leaving a large package out to be stolen and you’re the only Wallace Dearling in the whole neighborhood.”
“But-”
“Wallace just take it. It’s meant for you after all.” Howard scolded before giving Wallace a meaningful look.
Wallace felt and abashed apprehension as Howard Handed him the rather large and somewhat heavy package. The only thing on the return address was Home, Neighborhood by all rights the package shouldn’t have even been able to ship. The address though was indeed for his apartment and under his name. He smiled at Howard. He found himself doing that a lot more, smiling.
“Thank you, Howard.”
The man smiled back as Wallace put a large bushel of red delicious on the counter.
“Could I get these as well.”
“Of course.”
Wallace left the store with a large bushel of apples and a mysterious package. When Wallace returned to his small New York apartment. Wallace frowned as he remembered that today was meant to be his day off and wondered why he had felt the urge to leave. He shrugged and took the strange package to his sofa and began to open it. He gasped in surprise. He most definitely didn’t order this.
It was an old well-worn easel, several blank canvases, and a massive assortment of what appeared to be quality paints, pastels, and brushes. He felt almost overwhelmed.
He set up the canvas and before he even realized what he was doing he was already painting the strokes soft and uncertain. But soon an image formed much like when he worked on a design on a computer. It was strangely soothing and felt right.
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Wallace Dearling
Wallace shuddered and looked at the window gazing down at him with a massive pupil. It made no words as the building the window belonged to creaked and groaned forming words without words. He could hear it. Understand it. It wanted something from him.
<remember Wally, this isn’t who you are.>
The window turned red.
Wallace woke up with a gasp as his alarm clock went off. He hit the sleep button and got up. His hair dropping messily over his face. He groaned lightly as he felt his knees pop as he stood. He stumbled into the bathroom of his small new your city apartment and began to get ready. He started by styling his hair into its usual pompadour and checked to make sure his usual navy blue dye didn’t need a touch up. He eyed himself in the mirror and got the usual shock of dysphoria. This time it felt like his skin was the wrong color and that his eyes were the right shape. He eyed the clock he had placed in his bathroom and decided he only had time for a slice of toast before work.
He heard a few of his neighbors begin to get ready through the thin walls of his apartment building as he started a cup of coffee and made his toast. He let out a tired sigh as he realized that today would be yet another exhausting day at the office. He looked at the postcard taped to his fridge. The postcard was of Cooperstown, New York.
“And what would I do there? Paint for a living?” He quietly mocked the small longing in his heart. He put the half-finished coffee in the sink and left his apartment to take the subway.
“Oh, hey Wally of to work as well?” Barnaby greeted as Wallace exited his apartment.
Barnaby was as usual dressed up in a big colorful dog costume. Wallace smiled as he greeted his friend.
“Yeah, just another boring day at the office. What about you?”
“I already have three birthday parties lined up and a charity even at the children’s hospital.” Barnaby all but bragged.
“Nice, well don’t have too much fun.” Wallace waved as he began to make his way out of the apartment proud of his friend for enjoying his work.
“You neither and don’t let that nine to five wear you out too much.”
Wallace smirked and shook his head wishing he could have the same positivity as his friend.
On the subway he was greeted by his friend Professor French.
“So, how’s that paper coming along?” He asks politely as the pair always travel together until Frank’s stop.
“Oh wonderfully, my paper on the complexities of certain butterfly mating habits is about to be approved.”
Wallace nodded along happily as he listened to his friend ramble on about butterflies and their behaviors. As the day went on everything was as it should be. He would get off the subway head into work. After work he went to buy a few pastries from Penelope’s bakery to bring to the local community center for his friends at the local community center. Where Sally would brag about all the talented young stars in her classroom and Juliet try to remember if she had met any of them at her daycare. He would stop by his apartment’s mailbox and check to see if he got anything and stop by Howdie’s for an apple or two. Wash, rinse, repeat. For Wallace it was all the same day to day without any real ties or community.
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guy who installs an adblocker and forgets about it and lives in a beautiful world where online ads have become much less frequent
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Welcome Home Theme Song (Idea)
(Once again, Welcome Home belongs to @partycoffin )
(A paintbrush begins to paint the Neighborhood, starting with the trees)
A Home is a Place to rest your weary head,
A Loving place with a roof and a warm bed.
But where do you go when your all alone?
Well stop on by, and visit Home
(The camera pans on Wally's House, while their eyes look around before the painting turns 3D, and Wally walks out of the door)
Why don't ya come on by?
Say howdy neighbor, Don't be shy,
Have a grand old time with a friend or two.
All of your Neighbors are here for you.
(Wally walks through the Neighborhood, giving a friendly wave to all of his neighbors before making it back to his home
So when you're feeling all alone
Just stop on by neighbor,
Welcome Home!
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opensource libraries
These are nonstate funded online libraries. don’t let lawmakers control the flow of literature or knowledge.
https://openlibrary.org/
https://archive.org/
https://dp.la/
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I hate this
https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/book-banners-are-now-trying-to-close-public-libraries/ar-AA19T66q?cvid=594e7c3f2f6d4985b73c38a8109cb919&ocid=winp2fptaskbarhover&ei=4
Now states would rather leave people unable to grow or access to more knowledge. We are sliding back into a time where knowledge was gate kept and held only by the wealthy. books as well as the knowledge held within shouldn’t be a privilege. Republicans are going too far. Am I the only one with a problem with this?!!!
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The realization the major corporations can change up names on things and think you'll be duped. Like saying something is rawhide free. Fun fact rawhide is animal skin that hasn't gone through tanning. So if a dog bone has animal skin as the main ingredient. It is not in fact rawhide free.
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