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// since i havent been here in ages,,, take this rough sketch of babie havie
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i need help with vet bills (again).
hi. for those of you who remember, earlier this year i asked for donations to help me afford toos' vet bills, who we found out through your help had kidney failure, and again with your help we got her on medication for it. unfortunately it wasn't enough, and we lost her. and then shortly after, dexter began deteriorating, which we put down to his grief of losing toos - she kept him young, he followed her everywhere, he only played because of her, he only ate when she ate, etc. without her he just stopped. and then he started to have seizures and fits daily. we got him blood tests, but he was suffering so badly. we made the decision to put him down. i didn't ask for donations this time, because i was so deeply embarrassed to ask for help again. but we are still recovering financially from that, as well as the parts of toos bills that didn't get covered from donations. my mother hasn't worked for a very long time, she's disabled and very sick, and she receives PIP from the government that only covers her monthly medications that are not covered by the NHS. my father retired early to become her full time carer, and we are living off his pension. i am too disabled to work, but because my mother already receives PIP and i live with them, the government are resistent to giving me any help - so i have zero income, and rely entirely on my parents.
this is jenny. she's a 14 year old cairn terrier, who loves when we garden because she wants to help dig holes. she helped us bury dexter and toos, digging their graves for them with my dads help. she's an angel, and loves people so much she likes to escape under the fence and join other families for awhile. one time she got into someones back garden and asked to come in as they were eating lunch. she really hates flies, and will try to bite them out of the air (she has never succeeded but i believe she will one day). she will rub her face against you until you start stroking her, and will growl and even bark if you stop! we don't have the money to take jenny to the vets, for a checkup or for anything they may want to do. this has been an ongoing issue, but toos and dexter took priority, and it hasn't been a bother to her. she existed as normal for a long time, but that's since changed.
jenny has this lump in her mouth, it is larger than the picture shows, but she is a nightmare to force open her mouth since this got so big, i think it's uncomfortable or painful for her. she can't properly close her lips now, and it has pushed all her front teeth away, misshaping her mouth, and sometimes it bleeds profusely. eating has become difficult for her, she can't eat anything hard, and currently will only eat soft human foods like rice, scrambled egg chopped up so small she doesn't have to chew, and things like soups and gravy. she's lost a lot of weight, and i'm getting frightened. to add onto it, i've found lumps like this across her body. i've done as much research as i can, and i believe it to be an oral tumor, it fits, and it looks right, and it spreading across her body is called 'full staging'. and going by all i've read - they will want to remove them in surgery. according to my research, this will cost anywhere from £585 - £4,740 for just the lump in her mouth. that's not including any checkup/test costs, or the other lumps on her body.
she hasn't been to the vet yet, i don't have any secure goal or bills to share, just my assumptions and beliefs from researching myself online. my parents refuse to take her because we can't afford it. i want to save up money, have it in my bank, and show them that we can help her now, before it gets worse, or it's too late. as i said before, i don't have any income, so the only way i can do this is with help.
here's a link to my paypal.me
the icon is a little mouse, and the @ is rivellon
i struggled so badly posting the first post like this for toos. i felt so guilty and embarrassed and ashamed. but i have no choice again, i want to help jenny. i don't want her to suffer. and selfishly, i can't handle losing another dog so soon. this year has been waking nightmare, and i need your help to stop it getting even worse.
please reblog and share, even if you can't donate.
thank you for reading.
#animal illness#animal sickness#pet illness#pet sickness#vet bills#vet help#i don't really know what to tag this as. i don't remember what i did before#and i don't want to go look for my toos post because it will hurt so bad to see it i think#im on hiatus because i cant deal with this and be here right now. but im gonna queue/schedule this a bit i think#im sorry for asking for help again. but please consider helping jenny. she's so lovely#and she's keeping me alive right now#losing toos and dexter ripped me to shreds and shes the only reason i havent completely broken down#i am absolutely terrified of what will happen if we lose her too#god i feel so fucking guilty. i can't stop fucking crying. i hate this so much#im so sorry guys. please reblog and consider donating even a tiny amount#tiny amounts add up yknow#anyway . i should post this now instead of hiding in the tags
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idk what hes sitting on dont worry about it
#neopets#neotag#neolodge#my art#my oc#lewis#lucky lewis#cant remember which i use for his tag specifically#so ill just use both#hennyways i just wanted to draw hehe#my cat is locked in the bedroom bc there was a kitten outside and he wanted to come in and so now he lives here i guess???#so im keeping riku company#honestly its great bc i wanted to draw today#also now that im posting this of COURSE im noticing mistakes#like i didnt draw the hearts on his neck and face RIP#whatever....#my pets#kougra
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Some art for Ethersea episode 27. Don't know what about this episode (and this arc in general tbh) made me immediately want to draw a scene from it but it was really good. Have a lot more Ethersea stuff I wanna draw at some point so look forward to that ig :)
#my art#taz#the adventure zone#taz ethersea#the adventure zone ethersea#taz e#taz fanart#the adventure zone fanart#a backwards jacket and a bathysphere are two things that are surprisingly difficult to draw but i think it turned out ok#but im really hoping there isnt some massive mistake i havent noticed cuz i gotta head to class like right after posting this rip#finneas cawl taz#i cant remember the other guys name so hes not getting tagged. sorry
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m thinkin abt the “blunt vs flowery” language thing and…… in the year of our lord 2023, i don't even want to imagine how far back we'd have to go in genshins timeline until we see ‘hey shawty' written on a cave wall-
you try to be better about it, sometimes, using only the fanciest words and the most floral of tones, but all you ever succeed in doing is giving zhongli flashbacks to the archon war-
in the same vein: modern humor. would literally make them think "is this some sort of divine joke im too mortal to understand?" except even the archons need to cite sources on why a piece of bread falling over would be funny- maybe you slip sometimes, but you only ever get halfway through like “i’m neurodivergent and a minor” before you realize they don’t know what that means— “what if i had blue hair and pronouns” but they’re just sitting there like… doesn’t everybody have pronouns….? and kaeya has blue hair- are you implying he’s divine? what about chongyun?? xingqiu??????
anyway um. this is me bringing up my unfortunate (but very funny) habit of saying “i’ll boil you like soup” whenever i’m mildly inconvenienced and hoping it triggers Thoughts about the casual/slang threats we make and how they cope
sorry if this reads incoherently it’s 1am for me rn— also i’m debating becoming a regular anon here, are your applications open? 👉👈
SORRY IF I RAN U OFF BY NOT REPLYING QUICKLY!! BUT I’D LOVE TO HAVE LABELLED ANONS! I’ve already added some taken name I could see in my mailbox so check the pinned post and choose whatever isn’t taken! phrase or emoji, etc.! :)
this isnt super long bc ur stuff seemed chill on its own/idk what I could add! So I just focused on one aspect
gif is literally everyone reacting to you trying to speak “flowery” like them lol
ALSO u guys probably dont remember bc I took so long but I’m still writing/going to post that Blunt Lang. AU Fanfic One-Shot! so here’s some quick headcanons ill add on ive got anon!!
No TWs/Content Warnings. SFW.
so this was gonna be chill but-
BESDIES RANDOM SHIT LIKE MEME REFERENCES
THAT WONT MAKE SENSE TO THEM BC INHERENT INTERNET/DIGITAL UNDERSTANDING NEEDED
WHAT IF ALL UR JOKES OR REFERENCES ARE QUITE LITERALLY, ANCIENT??
like anon said about even the archons having to pull out sources/cite your stuff to understand it, like finding really old tablets/scrolls/carved wall words 😭
u giving Zhongli a history lesson/brush up LMAO
If ur annoyed at them u just need to make more jokes, leave em scrambling for their pocket notes LOL
I like to think since you sound the OLDEST
that the ancient shit like Phanes/Four Shades/Seven Sovereigns are the closest in speech
(look theyre all alive and shit for my genshin, goddamit i still gotta tell u guys abt my genshin fill-in lore au)
and they’re closer to the “beginning of history” in teyvat so theyd get more references
theyd literally understand u the best and they like, all in the Abyss or like deep in Teyvat,
so u just casually strolling up to Azdaha’s place instead like
“How’s your day been Azhy?”
“Same as the days many before, my lord. How are thee?”
“Good enough, hey, why don’t I bring some food from my old world by that I’ve made for you to try out? Something new, y���know?”
camera pan left to see Zhongli looking up, then back down as he scribbles notes trying to better understand, Xiao has crossed his arms and is squinting, Ganyu is behind Zhongli and is trying to peek over his shoulder, Cloud Retainer and other adepti have like hidden nearby to overhear lol
♤
FLASHBACKS FOR ZHONGLI-
HE’S OVER HERE LIKE
“Please do not disturb your countenance my Wànsuìyé, the vernacular is pleasant to mine ears and sufficient for speech.”
“I shall, uh, try my best Zhongli, thought I know ye have- wait- thy have? Whatever, accepted it, I shall keep attempting to better match thee!”
HIS FACE-
He’s literally just → 😰😣💀
(flashback to at least 1 really ancient/old god he had to fight for his life against, they were the hardest battle he’s ever faced, and Azhdaha was helping him by that point too, so it wasn’t even like he won alone… rip zhongli got ptsd)
He keeps trying to subtly stop you from practicing it, he also desperately discourages others from helping you 😭
(Zhongli was about to be called Rex Lapis again when Venti was trying to get on his last nerve by constantly encouraging you to speak fancier, but in the incorrect way, at dinner with them one time)
Like that last content with them pretending not to kow each other but 5x the tension and Venti is fooling around even more so than usual lol
THANKS FOR SENDING IN YOUR IDEAS!! I FUCKING LOVE HEARING OTHER PPLS BRAINROTS OVER STUFF!! AND SORRY AGAIN IT TOOK FOREVER!! ITS BEEN A ROUGH YEAR OF UNI FOR ME/IM GRADUATING!! <333 TYSM ANON!!
Safe Travels,
💀 ♒
♡the beloveds♡
@karmawonderss / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylazaa / @genshin-impacts-mee / @wholesomey-artistt / @thedevioussmirk
#fuck my tags#I hate that tumblr doesn't remember for me#im not a machine dammit i cant remember all this shit#genshin isekai#genshin impact#genshin impact sagau#sagau#genshin sagau#genshin reader insert#genshin imagines#genshin god reader#my asks#rip to ppl who wanted longer content from me srry#its coming soon i promise#trying to post p2 of possession au and get that one shot blunt lang au posted :D
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Simple symmetry sketch to kill the time!!
No internet means trying to remember what my dragon on flight rising looked like without any references
#I cant for the life of me remember his skin rip#flight rising#art tag#fr art#frfanart#artists on tumblr#tundra#i did add the teeth bc i like to make my dragons teethy tho
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Meet ROTTEN GRACE [Playlist] | @infamous-if
Mia Lennox [x] | Rowan Hart | Iris de Luca | Devyn Powell | August Pierce | Orion Quinn
Only Mia belongs to me, the rest of the characters belong to @infamous-if
Credits: x | x | x
#infamous#infamous if#they are grunge!!!! if you couldn't tell lmaoooooo#infamous: mia lennox#rotten grace#also not 100% this similar songs but totally a mix of lyrics+vibes+ways of singing#idk this was fun#can't believe this IF made me open photoshop since 2021 lmaooooooooo#i love it <3#mine*#mine#*#cant remember my tags lmaoooooo#anyways if this flops you didn't see it#sorry jazzy <3 you are still a member in my heart!!!!#1 after maya <33333333#also is mia quote an actual quote of them? no. do i care? also no#rip tumblr killing the quality especially for the last picture ughhhhhhhhhh#click for better quality etc etc#yes mia last name is because of annie lennox lmaooo#also not 100% accurate especially for iris and devyn#i had found a person with blue hair and hime haircut but she was not the right skin tone sooooo#i just went and paint this person hair blue lmaoooooo#anyways <3
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hey guys i wave i wave. whats going on. sorry i havent been around much umm. at all. for the last several months. i dont even remember how long its been. ummm whats happened since i was here last...lets see. i quit my job. moved out of my moms place to my own APARTMENT?! got a new job i actually like. ummmm started on t. literally yesterday. got rly into red dead redemption and the bearrrr. um. yaya. hi guys. i hope everyones been well i just got bored of tumblr. TEEHEE. who up
#lovely.txt#remembered my tag forev#rip to dashboard unfucker i cant see my pfp from da dash anymore#so sad
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she's so cunty!! i love her
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TIMING: Daytime, June 7, 2024 LOCATION: Downtown PARTIES: Anita (@gossipsnake) & Paris (@welcometoparis) CONTENT: n/a SUMMARY: Anita comes across a strange newcomer and offers Paris some friendly lamia advice and some slightly less friendly fashion advice.
After a long trek of reading maps and pickpocketing the right people to afford the bus fare, Paris was in Wicked’s Rest with no more than the powder blue scrubs he wore and the camera he’d taken with him from the lab. He was practically vibrating with nerves, looking around at all the people who walked about the downtown area. Some people stared at him funny, and he was completely unaware of the spectacle he was making of himself, barefoot and lost. Not to mention the tail he had partially shifted with. No one had bothered to tell him, what would they say? Hey buddy, did you know you’ve got a tail? No, no one was going to make mention of the large scaly black and yellow tail that dragged and flicked around behind him.
His hair was long and unkempt from years of not being able to cut it, not able to take care of it. “Excuse me,” he finally spoke to a woman who stared at him. “What are people staring at?” Paris asked simply, innocently. He shifted back and forth on his bare feet, tail swishing behind him. His English was too proper, clear that it wasn’t his first language, that all of this was foreign to him. This wasn’t his mangrove back home. This was a town full of people who didn’t know of his kind, didn’t know of the atrocities that had been forced upon him.
He shuddered, then forced the memories of that terrible place out of his mind. “Oh. I am Paris. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” He thrust a hand out toward the woman, a bright smile on his face, though it didn’t quite meet his eyes.
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Over the years Anita had seen far too many things - not just in this town but in life - to find herself truly shocked with any frequency. So as she was making her way through the summer crowds of downtown Wicked’s Rest and she came across a man, looking more out of place than anyone she had seen in a while, shock was not her first reaction. It was the reaction of a lot of people around her, however. Normally she didn’t care to put herself in the way of a negatively perceived spectacle so publicly. This was still a small town and people spread enough rumors about her drinking, womanizing, and strange fascination with insects. But this man had a tail. Not just any tail, a distinctly reptilian tail.
“They are staring at you, amigo,” Anita replied quickly, scanning the area for the most secluded area to hurry him off to. They were close enough to the bus terminal that she had to presume Paris was new to town. With the way he looked, the way he spoke, the way he wasn’t fully shifted - Anita didn’t know much but she knew this country was hard to come to as an outsider and only harder the more differences that were piled up. “You can’t be like this in public. If certain people see your tail they will not treat you well. You understand, Paris?” She took his hand, shaking it briefly before leading him down a side street off the main walk, hoping he would follow.
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Tail? What tail? Paris whipped his head around and caught a glimpse of it, suddenly aware of why people were staring. “I did not mean to… I am not used to this.” He explained as he was made to follow. Who was this woman? Would she lead him somewhere that would lead him back to where he came from? Would he go back to that lab full of white coats no, he couldn’t keep thinking of that, he couldn’t let himself think of the atrocities that were committed against him. The tail disappeared after a moment of concentration, but he stayed where he was, too apprehensive to move. He couldn’t let himself be dragged somewhere he couldn’t escape, but… he also knew he needed someone to explain things to him.
After debating for a few moments, Paris finally forced his feet to move from under him, walking after the woman who may have been able to help him. Anything was better than nothing. It was hard to take that first step, toward someone who could very well be working for Ryan. He had approached her, so he had to take that leap, at least once. So that’s how he found himself off the path with the woman. “I do understand,” he spoke with a tone dripping with hesitation and apprehension. “At least, I am trying to understand.”
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A few steps down the more secluded side street Anita stopped, partly to see if the stranger had followed and partly because if they were going to continue further out of the downtown area Paris would need to shift completely into his human form. She was pleased to see that he was, even if several feet behind her, following. “I’m Anita,” she offered, upon realizing she had never responded with the same courtesy he had offered. “It is obvious you are not used to this.” Just as she was about to go into a lecture about his tail, she looked behind him to see that it had been shifted away already. “Oh. Okay, good. So you know how do shift, yes? You just, what? Did not realize you were hauling that tail around?”
Looking up towards where they had come from, there were a few straggling onlookers who peered down the side street. Anita didn’t like how exposed everything felt. A few conversations to a few unsavory people about a strange new guy in town with a reptile tale and the local entomology professor who helped him out wouldn’t be good for either of them. “I don’t know where you were before here,” she paused as she gave him a once-over, “but to be in a town with so many humans around. You have to be careful. Did nobody teach you to be careful?”
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Her name was Anita. It was easier to hold someone accountable for their actions when he had a name to call them by. Anita. The first friendly face Paris had come across since escaping the lab. Escaping or being allowed to leave? No, he still wasn’t thinking about it. It was easier when he didn’t have to think about it. He clenched and unclenched his fist, trying to bring himself back to the present, back to where he wasn’t trapped in a cell where people would poke and prod and pinch and stab and– Paris suppressed a full-body shudder that threatened to overtake him.
“I… am used to a tail. I suppose that I did not realize that it was there since I am so used to it.” Paris admitted, looking away in shame. “I know how, I simply am not used to doing it at will.” Was that too much information, would she be able to figure out his truth from one small admittance? Lie more, that same voice told him. “I do not know where I was before either,” another truth uttered from his lips, another reason he ended up the way he was. Too trusting, too curious. Dammit, dammit dammit, lie!
“I have not seen my family in many years,” Another truth.
“They taught me, but I…” didn’t listen, he didn’t say, brows knitting together at the realization. “I will be more careful,” he spoke decisively, nodding his head. “I am not used to humans if that was not made obvious enough already.” He swallowed. “Are you like me then? Not human?” He found himself asking. It would be easier to trust if he knew the person he was speaking with suffered the same fate he did, the fate of having to be amongst humans when they were not one.
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The pauses, the way he seemed to avoid direct eye contact, the matted knots strewn throughout his hair - the pathetic picture that it all painted said a lot but the one thing it said loudest was that none of this was an act. She had no idea where he had come from or why he was here but Anita knew that if he kept wandering around looking and acting like this that his trip to Wicked’s Rest would undoubtedly be a short one.
“It just takes practice. Doing it at will.” Even though the crowd at the end of the street had dispersed, most of them having seen stranger things around here lately, the area was still too exposed for Antia to feel comfortable letting her own tale loose. Instead she allowed her scales to spread up across her chest and most of the way up her neck in response to his question. “Quite like you.” The scales dissipated just as quickly as they had appeared. “And I wouldn't want it any other way.”
“This town is dangerous, moreso if you’re not used to humans. If you’re just passing through, maybe I can help you get where you’re trying to go.” Oh god, Anita thought as she wondered if the insult Siobhan had hurled at her back in Ireland was true, was she getting soft?
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As Anita revealed herself, the scales spreading up her upper body and neck, Paris’s eyes went wide with recognition. “There are more of us here?” He asked, leaning forward, eyes alight with excitement. “Zhēn de ma?” Really? This was good news, news that he hadn’t been led astray, that all those things he had heard were true, this place was a place for people like him. And if he couldn’t get back home to where he belonged, to his Mangrove in his little corner of the world, he could at least be here. That would make Dallas happy, his hatchmate who he had been closest to above all other siblings.
“I am glad to know that I am not alone in this town. There were many reasons why I shouldn’t have believed the rumors I heard.” Paris admitted, running a hand through his matted hair. “First, I need to find out how to get clothes and cut my hair,” he muttered more to himself, switching between his native tongue, English, and French. “I can do portrait art,” he then spoke, pointing to the camera that was around his neck. “I have skills, I just need to find a way to market it.” His face fell, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to succeed as he wanted to, but as a human did to make it in this world. Capitalism.
“I appreciate your help, but I think I shall take up residence here.” He decided, nodding his head, his expression full of conviction as he stared at the woman in front of him. “I do not trust humans, I have… experiences.” His tone darkened, as did his eyes. “I have heard of this internet, do you think they will like my portraiture?” Paris then asked, changing tracks as quickly as he could, not wanting to delve into his experiences with humans. He didn’t ever want to speak of it.
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“What rumors?” Maybe they had been the same ones Anita had heard years ago that led her here, stories of how this placed seemed to pull in supernatural beings from all over. Even though she only understood every third word, it seemed apparent that he at least knew enough to know that he needed to make himself more presentable if he was going to get by. It, unfortunately, seemed like his plan to make money to make himself presentable involved performing a service that ultimately would require him to already be somewhat presentable for. “Yeah, photography’s a great skill. People love getting fancy photographs of themselves taken.” It was her, Anita was people. “Kinda a career you’ve gotta be on the grind for, though.”
If he weren’t a lamia this is probably where she would have walked away. Hell, if he weren’t a shifter she probably wouldn’t have even interfered back on the street. But he was, and while Anita didn’t have a clue what ‘experiences’ he had previously had with humans, she knew enough about this town to know that desperation led to dire consequences. “Okay,” she sighed, having mentally accepted to at least get him some basic necessities. “We’re going shopping, Paris. You need shoes. In this stupid fleshy form there are lots of things that can hurt our feet.”
She took a few steps further down the street, turning back this time to make sure he followed, “Vamos, pequeño ciervo.” Paris was lucky Anita was who found him. He was lucky she was being so generous. Did he have any idea how lucky he was? “Now, why do you not know about the internet? If you are going to do photography you need to use the internet, it’s the only way anyone does anything.”
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“This town attracts all kinds,” Paris replied simply to Anita’s inquiry. He spoke as if it were obvious, as if everyone already knew it even if it weren’t the case. Paris looked down to his camera, flipping through the photos that had thankfully been kept safe, that hadn’t been deleted after all this time. It made him sentimental about home. He looked at the portraits he’d taken from earlier, how he’d been able to get here in the first place. Besides pickpocketing, he’d offered to take people’s photographs in exchange for directions. Turned out, that vain people like getting their photograph taken and providing assistance to those that seem unworthy of their time. Was Anita one such person?
Paris shifted on his feet, then looked back up at Anita from the camera. “I can take your photograph.” He told her, showing her the work he’d done previously, all carefully shot portraits with high contrast. “I know what I am doing, despite not having a formal education.” He let go of the camera, letting the strap around his neck hold the weight of it as he decided that he could, in fact, trust another lamia. If there was anyone he could trust, it was his own kind, but no one else. Even if it was trust, it was only going so far. “Shopping?” He echoed, disdain dripping in his voice. “I have never dressed myself before.” He admitted, fidgeting with the camera strap around his neck.
“I know of the internet, but my family kept to our mangrove, we did not trust humans.” He explained as they walked, Paris now acutely aware of the stares he was getting from strangers. He wasn’t blending in, this would attract Ryan’s attention. He had to try harder. “I can share my work on the internet?” He asked, figuring that it would be as good of an opportunity as he was going to get, all things considered. “You will teach me about this internet, yes?” He asked, leaning toward her with keen interest.
“And shoes… human bodies truly are too fleshy for their good, aren’t they?” It was the first time since springing free of the lab that he was able to talk freely about the wonders of the world he had not yet experienced, about how he had stepped on a sharp rock earlier and it hurt like hell, something that wouldn’t have happened if he were in his true form. “I do not think I like human innovation,” Paris grumbled as they walked into a store, eyes narrowing at the choices. “Clothes are overwhelming,” he decided then and there.
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“Yes, it does. And all kinds includes very dangerous kinds.” Some of his scars were visible, not covered by the scrubs. Anita’s eyes traveled from those scars back to meet his gaze and she simply raised up her eyebrows in a knowing way, not really wanting to breach the topic explicitly. Thankfully, the topic shifted to his photos. She looked through the ones he showed her and they were quite good. Anita loved taking photos too but never of people only of insects. “Yes, you may take my photograph. But not here. Not today. I want to do my hair differently if you’re going to take a nice photo.” Then she paused, smiling softly, “Actually, maybe you could take my photo how I truly look.”
“That is obvious. But no worry, I will pick the shoes and the clothes. I have truly exceptional taste, you’ll see.” They were already downtown and there were a few decent boutiques nearby that would suffice for the time being - and a barbershop along the way, which was desperately needed. “My family did not trust humans either. But they taught me how to live among them instead of how to live in fear of them. They are just humans.” Anita nodded, thinking back to when she first met Metzli, thinking about all the things about society and pop culture that she had to teach them. “You will owe me many portraits, but yes, I will teach you about the internet. You’ll need to get a phone, at least. I might have an old laptop you can use until you can get one of your own.”
Shoes were an obvious first thing that they needed to get, though. One of the three basic requirements most establishments would kick you out for not having. “Very fleshy. Very vulnerable. But there is some protection in fitting in. Rangers, those who hunt us, can't detect us when we are fleshy. So we are vulnerable but we are hidden.” Anita walked over to the wall of shoes and grabbed a stylish yet seemingly comfortable pair of white and black sneakers. “Stand on this mat here, where the footprints are, it will say what size you need for the shoes.” As he did so, she grabbed a pack of socks from the wall nearby. “Clothes are fun. But, yes, some find them overwhelming. Put these on, I’ll grab you some clothes that are comfortable but stylish. This blue is really not doing anything for you.” She handed him the socks and sneakers in what appeared to be the right size and then wandered off towards the men’s clothing racks.
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To say that Paris was overwhelmed with the fluorescent lights and hustle and bustle of the crowded store was a vast understatement. He followed Anita around like a lost little lamb, holding onto what he was given and doing as was instructed. The woman seemed to go around picking out things that worked for his color pallet, whatever that was. It was confusing and far too much, but he was grateful for the assistance all the same.
She was giving him useful information, giving him tips he’d need to not only fit in but to survive. “I appreciate your assistance,” Paris spoke with a grateful bow of his head. “I will take great photos of you, this is a promise I make.” He put on the shoes as instructed, sitting on the bench to pull them on. They were constricting and strange, but at least they would stop sharp rocks from stabbing into his feet.
They shopping continued, from T-shirts to button-downs and slacks to jeans and pairs of socks. “I do not have a place to store these things,” he admitted, frowning. “I will need to hold onto the bags.” Paris then narrowed his eyes, looking around. “Never mind, I have an idea.” He spoke, beginning to keep tabs on an elderly couple that was shopping around the store. He would follow them home and take care of things.
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Anita spun around on her heels abruptly when he made her a promise, still a bit on edge following her trip to Ireland. “Don’t make promises to anyone. There are some creatures, not shifters but a species called fae, if you make a promise to them they can force you to live up to it. Just don’t say that phrase, okay?” After that warning, she shifted back to her more relaxed demeanor and proceeded to pick out a few outfits for Paris. She didn’t get too out of hand, mostly picking some basic staples so that he would have enough pieces to mix and match to get him through any given week.
Once he had the shoes on and joined her in the racks of clothes, Anita had him try on some things to make sure that they fit. Unsurprisingly she seemed to enjoy the mini fashion show a bit more than he did. After they found enough clothes to establish a basic wardrobe they went to check out and then she handed off the bags to Paris to carry. As they were heading to leave, however, his comment about having no place made her tense up slightly as she became worried that he was about to try and ask to stay with her. Before she could even think about the possibility, or what her response might be, he thankfully seemed to have an alternative idea in mind. She followed his eyeline and smirked, “Excellent.”
Anita checked her watch, she had a bit more time before she needed to head home for some party planning details. “Alright, there is a barber one street down and an electronic store not too far. I’ll get you a phone while you fix that mess on top of your head. After that I have to leave. I’ll put my number in the phone before I go.” She paused, not sure if it was a good idea or not but deciding to extend the invitation anyway, “I’m having a party tonight, actually. You should come.”
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Furrowing his brows at Anita’s insistence, he nodded his head. “Okay, I can… do that.” Paris frowned, still unsure as to why, but then she explained it. He didn’t want to be bound to anyone ever again, and that sounded like a sure way to get himself into trouble like the first time. Fine, no promises. He could do that.
He enjoyed the fashion show only very little, feeling rather silly showing off these strange clothes to a woman he hardly knew. He’d have to find money for a phone, first and foremost. Then, he’d have to find a place to live. He could figure these things out rather easily. Especially with that elderly couple that was checking out and making their way out of the store. He’d follow them later.
He nodded his head distractedly as she talked about a phone, something he’d seen the workers of the lab often on, taking calls and typing away to someone unknown. “I appreciate your assistance,” Paris spoke as she took him toward the barber where he would cut his hair to just above his shoulders, feeling instantly better the second it was removed. He’d receive the cellphone and immediately send a text to Anita, which would make him feel less alone in this big, scary world.
And then? Then he would go to a party, whatever the hell that was, and he would stand in the corner of the room, watching the world go by with wide, terrified eyes. Yeah, it was going to take a while for Paris to finally fit in around town, but at least he had someone looking out for him.
#fitting in#paris#thread#chatzy#t:paris#c:paris#//i cant remember my writing tag so now it will forever have to be both rip#//this was so much fun i love lamias!!!
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Not my farmer being the witchy version of me 🤭 (got lazy with jewellery)
She dated Seb for a bit but found him to be too much of a buzzkill, now she's with Elliott. Ofc bffs with Krobus, I wish we could have a basement connected to the sewers just for him.
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Things about the silent hill x submas au that I'm picking at but don't have any art to speak of atm other than my boys 2car:
Emmet was called back to his and Ingo's hometown by a polaroid of Ingo and Emmet in their hometown at the first station. It's them as kids, and at first Emmet brushes it off, but written on the back, in Ingo's handwriting, is a note: "I am waiting at our final stop."
The town is different than silent hill proper. It's a forever dark city that's connected by seemingly endless subway lines, though the lines all end and start at specific stops. In order to progress, Emmet must ride the rails to their ending point, then venture out into the city and face his demons while chasing a shadow of Ingo that always seems just out of reach. His goal? Reach the next station to proceed forward.
On his way through the town, he will run into people having their own journeys, different as they may be: Leon, having lost the champion title and lost without Rose to guide him and seeking some way to move forward. Volo, someone who seems all too familiar with the city and seems to know something Emmet doesn't.
There's a possibility of a modern day Adaman also searching, but not understanding what it is that he's looking for that may end up as a companion for Emmet like everyone else at points. I'm not fully set on this thought yet, but it's bouncing around in my head a little.
There's seven different monsters, plus at least 2 boss monsters.
Pokemon are not permitted in the town; upon entering the other town, all pokemon and pokeballs vanish, leaving Emmet needing to rely on himself to solve the city's puzzles and face his traumas and anxieties. Pokemon = safety and protection, and there's none of that here.
As with any Silent Hill game, there will be gore, dark themes and concepts, and body horror.
Thats all i have so far. I might make a town map at some point tho. I have lots of things i wanna draw and make for it, but i gotta find the spoons to do it.
#submas#submas + silent hill au#silent hill + submas au#.txt#i cant remember what my own tag for this au is rip
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"You were never meant to be alone, Steve."
#i will never recover from that quote#ever#it breaks my heart over and over again#IF I REMEMBERED WHAT FIC IT CAME FROM ID TAG IT#tony what do you mean tony#why must you point out that there were more vials of the serum#why must you point out that steve was never meant to be the only one#why tony#why must you point out that any comfort steve mightve gotten from other super soldiers was ripped away from him#huh??#because atp i feel like you did it to hurt my feelings#and the never ending guilt that tony will never be enough for him because he cant give steve back everything he lost??#he cant comfort him not knowing all that hes been through??#the fear that no matter how hard tony tries he could never compare to what steve had to leave behind??#this is why i read fluff guys#i cant handle angst#it permanently changes me#stony#stevetony#tony stark#steve rogers#iron man#captain america#superhusbands#ao3#fanfic#i deserve financial compensation
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can't stop thinking about kaeya like actually my brain is like that meme "instead of brain there is" there is kaeya in thwre
#he is so much more than he appears he is so much more complex rhan people think#he is one of the only characters that continually surprises me with what he does and says like i feel like i am always#learning new things about him#like his hangout was so good i cannot stop thinking about him like actually.#raahahahhhhhhhhhh#😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳#kaeya#genshin impact#i cant remember my genshin tag rip#quilfish txt. no. yep.
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atla movie news~
not sokka got demoted to supporting character😭😭
#atla#aang#katara#sokka#the gaang#atla movie#adult gaang movie#i cant remember my tagging system uhhhh#oh well#rip sokka
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a brief summary of leo's time in the prison dimension <3 the rest is under the read more, warning for uuhh. Limbs Should Not Bend That Way and also gore(??) it's the same level of detail/intensity as the rest of these drawings so
#my art#fic art#... not putting this one in any of the main tags!#uuhhh uh uh what else#ig warnings ? even tho theyre also in the post btu just to be safe#bc i cant remember if blacklist only checks tags or checks the full post#anyways.#gore cw#... idk what else rip. obvi the tag for Limbs Should Not Bend Like That but idk what that tag would BE#broken bone cw#i guess??#lemme know if i missed anything ig
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