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Paper and Ink | Pearata

Aquata had decided on a new strategy: personal appeals. 

This was difficult to admit, but Aquata was learning that just because she believed in this petition, it did not mean she was always the best person to speak on it. So if she could get a few key people on board, they could spread the word, and that might be more effective than Aquata simply spreading the petition far and wide. 

Pearl was a great place to start. Aquata knew, working at Swynlake Secondary, that Pearl was well-respected among her peers, especially when it came to trendsetting. She also knew that Pearl was a mermaid. Of some sort. Aquata wanted to get all of the merpeople on board with this.

She managed to catch up with her on the way out of school. “Hey! Pearl!” Aquata said, oddly reminded of her own days of activism back in Swynlake Secondary. “Do you have a minute?”

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There were a lot of mermaids in Swynlake. There were multiple families, which was disorientating. And awful. Pearl didn't want to throw up anymore except she still kind of did. Like, she should still want to throw up. It did still make her skin feel tight but it was manageable. 

She kept the conversations with them at a minimum, which was easy because the closest connection she had with any mermaid was basically Finn, who barely talked. But as someone called her name she turned around and blinked at Aquata. Pearl stopped cautiously. Her skin itched. 

"Uh sure." She paused, her eyes shifting. "What's up?"

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i-am-obnoxious​:

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Tad hummed. “I mean I guess so. Not everyone could do that stuff. I’d probably spill a lot of stuff.” Technically he had a job now at the inn, but he was pretty sure they were pretty chill with him even though he didn’t know how to fold the beds quite right yet and all that. Pip knowing what to do was sick.

That and Tad just really liked him. “Louie?” That brought him a little out of his super sweet zone that he got in when Pip was around. “Aw man he is.” That sucked. They were a thing and all, but Tad personally didn’t think that they vibed as well as he and Pip did. And he didn’t get why they were together. 

But oh well. “That harshes my vibe a bit. But like what can you do you know?”

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Pearl wanted to say that there was of course something he could do with the quirk of a smirk and metaphorical flames around them. Because there was always something that could be done. There was toilet paper that could be thrown or the well placed rumor that could have them crumbling down. But Tad never really struck her as the type to pursue vengeance like that. It was probably easier too, to be seen as likeable on the virtue of doing nothing controversial.

But still, she looked at him innocently. "Isn't there something you can do though?"

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ambereyed-mountain-prince​:

“Zen is supposed to be boring?” Well that explained a lot about the idea; coloring wasn’t by any facet exciting. “So being bored to sleep is the same as reaching that zen thing, great.” Maybe they needed a plan B in that case; colored pencils weren’t going to do it.

“Elementary school,” that term wasn’t entirely familiar or comparable to anything they knew other than the term school, which they hadn’t really attended in the basic sense. Even Cael glanced up for a moment, curious, before returning to his own efforts, ears still twitching some as his paws wrapped around the pencil.

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“Zen isn’t supposed to be boring.” Pearl scoffed. “Zen just is boring. You’re supposed to find comfort in how boring it is or whatever.” She never really found it interesting to be in silence or how it was so called supposed to be ‘self-reflective’. She preferred the pounding lights and the loud noises any day.

“Elementary school yeah.” Wait, did they not know what elementary school was? Who was she even talking to lowkey lowkey if they didn’t even know what coloring was and had a fox next to them. Was it rude to ask? Probably. “You know, school for elementary students. Have you ever been?”

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hngrylikethewoolf​:

[ outfit, 1 & 2 ]

Errol nodded his head at her question, a vague though positive affirmation. Continuing to maneuver through his warm-up stretches as she grabbed the cleaning supplies and cleaned a bit of the floor and the equipment. He hadn’t known if anyone would be here to help him today, so the effort was nice, even if they would be cleaning it all down again post-session. 

Pearl was dressed casually, appropriate enough for beginner sessions and demonstration, but Errol always liked to ask his students midway through their time with him to show up in as many normal, every day outfits they could think of. Being able to defend yourself, no matter what shoes you were wearing or how poofy the dress, was one of his top priorities. 

At the end of the day, every student should be able to throw him around the room with ease, and Errol wanted  it that way. 

Turning his head to catch a look at the girl’s face, the sheriff smile ruefully and nodded again. “Aye, it does. ‘s ‘cause o’ t’ magick I fink. Town’s full o’ it so it hasta get rid o’ it somehow, best I can tell.” Listening as she spoke, Errol chuckled quietly at her assessment of the dream she had lived. “Most o’ mine was t’ same, tah be ‘onest. Was still military, but wasna retired. Cavalry though.” 

If it was something that Pearl had noticed during her time here, it was that Swynlake was... different. It pulsed with something magical. But for it to actually have magic was a different thing altogether. "Magic? What, do you think it's like a physical component?" She made a gesture as if grasping the air. She didn't really like the events tbh but she didn't really know if that was a common sentiment either. So many secrets that this town had, Pearl mused.

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Tad had zoned out a little again, watching Pip serve people, the way he put on that customery smile. He knew it wasn’t the real Pip Seville smile. That was better and gave him the good vibes in his tummy. It was great. Anyway, he was vibing and watching his crush and best pal do his job when Pearl spoke up again. 

He blinked, glancing back over at her with wide eyes. “Uhh…I was like…watching Pip do his like…job thing. He’s like super good at that stuff.” Tad would probably zone out in the middle of an order and piss people off.

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There was this trending Twitter account that Pearl hated. It was called 'guys down bad' or whatever and it was basically a bunch of posts of people getting rejected. Which like, cmon it's not like everyone's attempts are going to be reciprocated, especially the super lame on. But Tad? Yeah he was down bad.

"This is like, minimum wage jobs. I'm sure he's very good at it." She looked over though in solidarity and noticed Louie. Damnnn. "I see Louie is over there too."

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realization (texas au) | self para

When she wakes up, the first thing she does is slam a hand for an alarm clock that doesn't exist. 

The next thought is wondering why she's awake, which doesn't make sense, because she always wakes up at 5 am sharp. It's when the sun rises up and—Pearl's a night owl. What the fuck?

Pearl doesn't swear (even in her head). Something is wrong.

She wants a drink and no, no she doesn't. She has only ever drunk the small doses of wine they give during communion. Ignoring her hands that are slowly trembling, she takes out her copy of the Bible, the clean one without all the notes and handwritten annotations. The glossy cover is smoothing and she flips to Leviticus and yes, her fingers know exactly where to go. It's calming. She presses her hands on the Bible, and closes her eyes. Leviticus, in her humble opinion, is one of the most underrated books. Sure, there's a lot of rules and a lot of names without that much story, but the names are repeated throughout the entire Bible. The thought process soothes her because it's familiar and there aren't any conflicting thoughts. She begins to recite it when she realizes—she can't.

Pearl Park, the reigning youth Bible Scripture champion in all of Texas, can't remember the first verse of Leviticus.

Idly, she wonders if there's a demon in her.

It would explain the growing discomfort she has with her body, the way her skin crawls and doesn't fit right, like she could claw it off and replace it. But she can't, because it's her skin.

(because the pearl who lives in swynlake still doesn't feel quite right in her body that's neither female or male but somewhere in the middle. the pearl who lives in swynlake doesn't flinch anymore when she sees merpeople, but something within her aches with longing and bitterness. the pearl who lives in swynlake sees the hum of magic in mei when she spots her around the streets and the hum of magic in van whenever they have the same shift at tiana's place, and knows that that hum exists within her too, that she's capable of magic and sorcery that none of the others can do, but it's the same reason why she'll never know her biological parents and she's still not sure how to deal or accept that.

the pearl who lives in texas has less friends than the pearl who lives in swynlake, is loved by her parents and hated by her classmates the same amount as the pearl who lives in swynlake, but doesn't realize that people whisper that she's a bitch and a bore behind her back. when the pearl who lives in swynlake wakes up back in swynlake, she'll wonder which life she'll rather live if she had a choice.)

Pearl doesn’t know if there’s a demon in her and is starting to disbelieve that demons are even real in the first place. But what Pearl does know is that she feels sick and there are so many clashing thoughts in her head. She looks at her pajamas, and on one hand their plain patterns are familiar to her and there's a Bible verse about unadorned clothing that she can't think of it. On the other, it's hideous and it reminds her vaguely of the term 'granny's clothing'. She can't do anything, look at anything without plunging into differing opinions.

There's a piece missing, something terribly fundamentally wrong with what's going on. The immediate thought is to go to sleep and forget about it, but something that both Pearls do agree on is the need to do something and the need to find an answer. She changes to clothes that is cute and hideous at the same time, puts on lip gloss that is absolutely the wrong shade for her with a practiced grace that shouldn’t exist to someone who only started putting makeup on two weeks ago, and heads downstairs. If there's a piece missing that makes this whole thing make sense, she'll find it.

She's Pearl Park after all.

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Fun Fun Fun | Surfer Pearl

i-am-obnoxious​:

@pinkpearlpark​

Yo so like Tad had been feeling the vibe for Pip for a while. And it was chill still. He figured Pip and Louie were vibing in their own way. But sometimes when he sat in his favorite spot at Hatter’s and watched his friend make lattes and stuff he felt a little bummed out. He got some sad vibes, though he ignored them when he sipped at one of his yummy teas.

It was chill.

Tad took a small sip of his tea, debating over getting a snack too. He startled a little as he caught sight of movement near him. “Woahhh you spooked me my dude.”

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Pearl scrunched her nose playfully in response. "Boo." She sipped the coffee that she had just grabbed (iced white chocolate mocha, no whipped cream but with sweet cream foam and extra caramel drizzle). Pip had it almost memorized at this point, although he did complain about it. She considered it as exposure therapy.

She hummed, enjoying the caffeine. School could really be a bitch sometimes, and Pearl's night owl tendencies was really not helpful for her studies. But she caught the fact that Tad was distracted either by absolutely nothing, or something. "Whatcha looking at?" she asked casually.

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CHARACTER PROFILE

Name: Pearl "PK" Park

Occupation: Student

How Long Have They Lived in Swynlake: Entire life! Around 17 yeras

State Fair Competition of Choice: None, we are all equal under the eyes of God

They’re the talk of the town because…: there's something off about this girl and people aren't sure that she's as pure as she says she is. Some have even said that she's a drug dealer!

Biography (200 words): 

Pearl has been born under two loving fathers, as well as the watchful gaze of the Lord. With one of her fathers being a preacher, she half grew up in the church and loved every second of it. The Bible is her favorite book and she's just a messenger. Her excellence at Bible verse competitions helped her with memorization, and her analysis of Bible stories has helped her with analyzing English passages. All that is the way of the Lord. As such, she's been an active participant of the church and school, even if she's stayed away from the more... unsavory things.

Pearl truly loves Swynlake! She doesn't really have any plans to leave and while small, she loves lil Swynlake and the people within it. Sure, she has been experimenting with makeup and clothes, but she knows that God loves her no matter what. But lately, people have been eyeing her funny and someone had even asked her if she had any drugs. As if! (3 John 1:11)

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ambereyed-mountain-prince​:

“Coloring.” Slightly corrected with a wave of a pencil plucked off the grass and motioning to the book and the, frankly rather badly attempted, picture of a fox. It was an interesting shade of a dozen different reds and oranges; honestly coloring wasn’t as fascinating as he thought it might have been.

“This is vastly less captivating than I assumed it would be.” They noted, deciding the young woman was a better focus of their attention. “I feel like I was misled in this whole…zen-inspiring endeavor.”

Lies, all lies; it wasn’t relaxing, it was boring and that was a downright travesty in Slightly’s highly biased opinion. And clearly their opinion was, of course, the most important one to them. It didn’t hurt to get a second view on the matter though. “Do you do this? Is this actually a normal thing?”

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Coloring. Ah, Pearl remembered when she tried it once. It was a whole trend on Instagram, where people would post coloring pages. She never really 'got' it. There were way better ways to let off steam, surely. Like... anything else.

"Oh, maybe when I was like, in elementary school." She cocked her head, looking at the drawing. It was actually pretty good. "I always did think there was more exciting things to do though. But isn't the whole 'zen' part the point?" She made air-quotes around the word 'zen'.

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hngrylikethewoolf​:

Cocking a brow upward, Errol watched the young girl as she bounced into the room, wondering at her absence. She’d not shown up for a good number of lessons and hadn’t reached out. If Errol hadn’t known any better about the town dream and some of the stuff that had gone on the last few months, he would have thought she’d disappeared. 

It was nice to see another familiar face returning, truth be told, and so he smiled at her when she turned to him to speak, nodding his head as he lifted an arm over it to stretch out his shoulders and the muscles of his arms. 

“If ye need any ‘elp wif it, jus’ ask. ‘m pretty ‘andy wif it, know me way ‘round a lab.” Which was…perhaps a bit of an understatement, but he didn’t like to broadcast the knowledge he had. Not for this, anyway. “But, aye, I did. Wasna rich, but I ‘ad me own ‘ands full wif what happened.” 

He distinctly remembered someone (Ratigan) trying to show off (and failing) and having to get his head fixed. Probably not all that different from real life, then.

Pearl started towards the closet. "The cleaning supplies are on the upper shelf right?" The floor was probably gross with all the sweat. It was something she liked doing just because it was pretty methodical.

Coming back, she started cleaning, although admittedly she was very lax with it. She probably had a bit of time, although she was also thinking about preparing for future lessons that she might help out with, which could make the floor cleaning a bit null. Ah well, at least she was doing something. 

"Does that sort of thing like happen often? Dreams and stuff." It had been on her mind for a bit, but she didn’t want to seem like such a new tourist. But she didn’t really feel like Errol would judge her honestly. Maybe it was the teacher vibe he gave off. She smiled. "I was pretty rich, which was nice. Had pretty dresses, knew random royalty dances."

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ambereyed-mountain-prince​:

“Possibly,” Slightly puzzled over it, that idea; technically it was a valid idea. Cael, who could understand human languages perfectly fine even if he couldn’t speak it, flicked an ear at looked at the girl for the odd statement before returning to coloring.

“Not too fond of this one either, kinda looks like an infection, huh?” They mused while picking up a shade of green that was a bit questionable. “Bleh,” they added with a disgusted expression; most colors were blander than back home anyway but a few? Were just bizarrely unpleasant. Slightly knew that mortals didn’t have the same type of sight as themselves but, come on, they had to know it was ugly.

Okay, so Pearl did have a tendency to ignore details that didn't concern her as much, but it was only when her attention was brought to the crayon that she noticed the fox. The fox who was coloring. With his paws.

Fucking Swynlake. Gotta love it.

She didn't know if she should acknowledge it in like, any way so she casually ignored it as she crouched down next to the crayons. "Green and yellow are like easily the ugliest colors." She looked at him. "Why are you uh drawing anyway? Or what are you drawing I guess."

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aesthetic 3/?: mei + pearl

“I’m not gonna be fake and say I’m doing this for Lock or whatever, we’re not like best friends, but I believe in female camaraderie. And I know that I can help you.”

“Alright. Let’s–go to a party. But, I’m not guaranteeing I’m going to have fun or, really, even, be fun.” 

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Human Experiences 101: Coloring! // Open

ambereyed-mountain-prince​:

Prince Slightly, agent of chaos and terror of the Fey lands, magic-wielding High Fey ruler of the mountains - literal king of the mountain thank you - and force of destruction upon the mortal realm…was really bored.

This was a common problem, as said Fey Prince was enjoying a far less complicated life since fleeing to the human realm. Less lumbering creatures trying to eat them, less sitting through the droning speeches over Court politics from the cousins, less having responsibilities at all. Which mean less of anything to do.

The activity of the day, on the ongoing list of ‘why do mortals enjoy this?’ that Slightly had decided to compile to entertain themselves was…coloring. Yes.

Seated on the ground at the edge of the park, pencils cluttered around in little piles, Slightly was leaned over and busy at work on a page - a geometric fox no less - in what Chapter Three had deemed an 'adult coloring book’. So far? The idea that it was supposed to be relaxing was vastly overstated but they were determined to finish the task. Cael of course sat by their side, scrubbing at a page ripped from the book with a bright green thick crayon (pencils were too difficult to manage with little Grey Fox paws but crayons, oh, those were soft enough to sink claws into) across the outline of a dragon.

They blinked at the soft crunch of a pencil rolled too far and underfoot of someone passing by, head jerked up at the sound shifting motion and frame, casting a forlorn look in the direction of splintered bits of a particularly unappealing shade of yellow. “Hey! Eh, at least it was an ugly color.” Slightly rolled their eyes, more amused than annoyed, yet anyway.

Pearl blinked from where she had been walking around the park. Honestly, because she had been focused on her phone (Taylor Swift drama!) she hadn’t even realized that she had stepped on some pencils. Swooping down, she grabbed part of a bit that she had grabbed and glancing at the activity, which in this case was coloring.

“It is pretty ugly. What were you going to use it for, sun barf?”

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hngrylikethewoolf​:

There had only been a handful of things that Errol had been able to do on his off days to keep himself occupied. When he wasn’t studying what made this town tick, running off his own leads for cases around the county, he was leant a room at the university or a spot at the gym to offer a self-defense course.

See, he’d been short handed lately, what with so few helpers and Meara unable to come down to lend her own help. But, well, today, one of those helped just waltzed in through his door. He saw Pearl, gave her a nod, but didn’t say anything otherwise. Not until he was done lining up the practice dummies how he wanted them.

“Haven’t seen ye around lassie? What brings ye?”

Pearl had actually started martial arts when she was a bit younger, because her father believed that every little girl should learn self defense. She hadn't made it to black belt, but it was on her to-do list. Before that though, she had found Errol's place, where he hosted his own classes, which was really cool. Pearl had even proven her competency so she helped out occasionally, especially during the stabbing incident because 'community service'. 

She had admittedly been busy with all of the recent drama happening — maybe a small town thing? — but well, it was good exercise. As she walked in, she started getting ready by putting her stuff away.

“Hi Errol! Was busy with studies, I’m taking chemistry and it’s kind of hell honestly.” She trailed off. Then smiled a bit at Errol conspiratorially. “Did you get that crazy dream a bit ago? The one where everyone were like aristocrats. Balls, gowns, the whole deal.”

There had only been a handful of things that Errol had been able to do on his off days to keep himself occupied. When he wasn't studying what made this town tick, running off his own leads for cases around the county, he was leant a room at the university or a spot at the gym to offer a self-defense course.

See, he'd been short handed lately, what with so few helpers and Meara unable to come down to lend her own help. But, well, today, one of those helped just waltzed in through his door. He saw Pearl, gave her a nod, but didn't say anything otherwise. Not until he was done lining up the practice dummies how he wanted them.

"Haven't seen ye around lassie? What brings ye?"

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