#king lamia

[doodle-zombie]

He very angy >:(

Inspired by some stuff on discord because @theriverpersonshadow likes to slay me daily with cute stuff. So have my vengeance!

Also a baby king for those who like @vex-bittys

[ellis-illustrates]

I found made a King bitty! He has no hood because i couldn't figure out how because of an accident!

Hes probably miniature or micro miniature because I forgot how long the miniature Kings are at @vex-bittys 's shop

He told me his name is Royal.

[awkward-ark]

@vex-bittys I decided to adopt another Lamia but this time I’m gonna be brave and welcome a king into my home. This is Pallidus, which is latin for pale. I might write a story about my lamia bitties soon too.

[yastaghr]

Treatment: Bitty Tale

My bitties and I have settled into a routine. We get up. We hang out. We go to sleep. But that routine was shattered recently. The doctor I’ve been seeing for one of my problems needed to retire rather suddenly. This meant I had to start seeing a new doctor, and for me, that was terrifying. I’ve had three really bad matches for doctors for this same condition, so I was worried it would be a bad match again.  

Because of this, I brought three of the four of my current bitties with me to the first meeting. Hemlock, my King from @vex-bittys, stayed right next to me and watched everything with suspicion. Gates, my Papython from @vex-bittys, stayed in my lap and kept interrupting me whenever my fidgeting turned too destructive. And Dijkstra, my Krait from @vex-bittys, was hanging by my ear and distracting me with questions about my current programming project. My fourth current bitty, Plato the Endogeny from @sometimesanartdragon, stayed at home where they weren’t going to make a mess of an exam room.

Part of preparing to meet with the new doctor was retaking some of the diagnostic tests. One revealed that even though I’ve made huge progress from where I was, I still have a long way to go before I’m anywhere near normal. Because of this, my new doctor suggested I try out a different form of treatment, one that would require daily sessions for several weeks.

The first day of my treatment, I only brought Dijkstra and Hemlock. More accurately, I only brought Hemlock, but Dijkstra snuck his way into my pocket, so he came, too. He was very excited about all of the machinery and was asking questions constantly.

Unfortunately, he distracted Hemlock, the doctor, and his assistants so well that they missed how much pain the treatment was causing me. I spent a great deal of the rest of the day trying to calm the pain responses down. Dijkstra felt very guilty and decided to hide in a towel nest for the rest of the day. Plato decided to join him. We had to un-goop them and give them both separate baths.

The next day of treatment wasn’t much better than the first. Hemlock was very insistent that they do something differently, but no matter how they changed the settings on the machines, it still hurt. Hemlock got very upset and insisted they stop.

They asked me to come in one more time. They planned to start again from the beginning, this time without the distraction of an excited little Krait asking them questions. It took a long time to convince Hemlock to let me go in again. He didn’t like that I kept getting hurt and nothing he could do could prevent it. It didn’t help that I wasn’t exactly certain that I wanted to be going back in. It had been a lot of pain, and I couldn’t take my anxiety medicine during this treatment.

Hemlock, Gates and I arrived on the third day. Gates had decided to come with me because of how much the anxiety was affecting me. He was the only one who really wanted to be there. The redo took a lot of time, and it went through a lot of pain. Gates kept my hands occupied through it all. At the end we found some settings that, while they hurt, were manageable. Hemlock wasn’t happy, but I was willing to try to see this through.

Day four almost felt like day two. A different nurse was running the machine, and she insisted we needed to increase the dose. It hurt a lot, but I tried to hide it from Hemlock. He didn’t buy it, but he did let me finish the treatment. Unfortunately, he had to help me through the rest of the day as my body had several side effects from the treatment plus continued pain signals.

Today is going to be day five, so we’ll see how it goes. Hemlock is just barely shy of insisting we call it off. If it is at all like the previous days, I’m inclined to agree with him.

[bitty-fluff]

3rd place @damnedxfate asked for their King Lamia to be drawn!

( King lamias were created by @vex-bittys )

[angelbittyabuse]

Lol, I absolutely love how the other anon just calls the King lamia "snakey." It isn't very smart to think everything will be fine when it doesn't even get a name!

XD Smart was never an option 8)

[angelbittyabuse]

Please do. Here, I have with me a business card with my phone number. Alright, that should be everything. Let's go, snakey. You should fit in the trunk of my vehicle just fine until we get home. I even made sure to put some blankets in it to make it nicer.

The employee waved her hand as the king quickly followed its owner. It still was un at ease, really scared, so to say, but being outside made it breathable for the lamia. It tried to be optimistic. This could be the beginning of a new life. Not all humans were demons, right? It could be alright. With passing time, it could convice its owner to take off that humiliating collar. Maybe even having them to trust their bitty. Not that the lamia was going to do anything stupid or dangerous- but the collar felt like a constant threat. If it behaved, if it really tried to, it should be possible to gain its owner's sympathy. There was this 'bonding' process with any bitty, wasn't it? So things would get nicer, gentler with time, wouldn't they? You can't hurt someone, something you like... No, there was no reason to be anxious. It was going to be alright.

[angelbittyabuse]

Hm... Go ahead and give me the address, but I'm not certain yet if I want to neuter or not. I could always keep the option on the table as additional motivation for him to behave. Here should be all the money I owe you. Hey, snakey, there's no one here you want to say goodbye to before we leave, right?

The king lamia shaked its head right and left. Because of its awful detention conditions, it didn’t had any chance to make any friends. The employees weren’t the most welcoming either. Seeing that, Elodie smirked as she was giving a paper with the self-made neuterer address written on it. “If you want to give it a friend, please come whenever you want. We never really know what to do with those big snakes.” Knowing the store owner hated snakes to the core, the employees had to keep the bigger one hidden from view most of the time, and that wasn’t helping them to get sold. “You know what, I can even call you next time we got a full size lamia, if you like.” The purchase was already heading to the exit, waiting for its owner to follow. It was hard to doubt how the lamia hated that store.