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kww sandwhich..... thnink about it

at some point we're just straying a bit too far into the unknown dont you think

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Is this. anything

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reddit, how do I make my firstborn stop playing with the fans, the ornaments, and the makeup when he is supposed to be a warlord. I fear I shall raise a poet.

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star-bright

Summary: Parrot is a lesser dragon who's looking for a wishing star to turn himself into a true dragon.

Notes: this is. hm. kinda weird even for me i think. if you've read requiescat, this premise is actually familiar to you, and you'll realize immediately how this is gonna end. unedited and hastily written to get it out of my system. divider.

Word count: 1,406

1 am

There's a clean impact crater in the field about three yards all around. There's a clear drag line through the grass heading north, where skyscrapers shine and the city coughs up smoke. It tapers off, but it's not hard to imagine that such a sight would be tempting to a falling wish.

Parrot has a wish to cash in, and stardust is easy to track.

2 am

Cities around here never sleep. It's part of Parrot's problem. He can't protect everything he wants, everyone he wants when he's this weak in a world this wide. Smoke billows out of the corners of his mouth, unthinking, unhappy, wings inert and senses dampened.

This wishing star is what will let him become what he was always meant to become.

He's been waiting to see one fall. They look like shooting stars, and there are plenty of those around, but a dragon can tell the difference. Even to a lesser one like him, they look brighter, tempting, more promising than the average star.

The trail this star has left behind is bright, sweet, lilac-tinted and sparkling. It weaves in and out of bars and tourist traps, between the bustling crowds and haggling merchants. Parrot is following, but just barely. It's trying to hide.

It knows its time is limited and is trying to extend it. How unfortunate for it that Parrot is the one who's going to find it.

3 am

The wishing star is eating a hot dog. Parrot is stunned when he finally catches up to it and it's at a hotdog stand. He honestly—

“ ‘s really good,” the star praises, smiling at the vendor.

“Can't believe you've never had a hotdog,” the vendor says wistfully.

“Crazy huh?”

The star finishes its meal, wiping its hands on a napkin. Its hair is dark with thin streaks of white, eyes violet and charming, and its skin deathly pale. It looks just like the old texts describe them— ethereal, impossible to look away from, delicious.

“There's a cart down that way that sells kebabs. You tell ‘em Vic sent ya, they'll make you my favorite.”

The star bounces up, brightens, and says, “I will! Thank you!”

“You have a safe night now,” the vendor calls out as the star walks off with a wave.

Parrot goes to follow, only to get his arm grabbed by the vendor.

“What's your problem?” Parrot snaps, shrugging out of his grip, the star getting further and further away.

“You leave that boy alone you fuckin’ pest, y’hear me?”

Parrot is— what the actual hell? He stares at the vendor, too baffled to respond for a moment.

“Don't think I didn't see you standin’ there leering,” the vendor continues. “It’s creeps like you makin’ this place impossible to live in. Fuck off.”

Oh god, this guy thinks Parrot is creeping on the star.

“I'm not doing anything wrong,” Parrot sputters out, stepping back and bumping into a passer-by. “I'm— I'm leaving!”

“Good riddance!”

Parrot scrambles off, flustered. He holds off on following the star’s trail until he's far out of the vendor’s sight.

4 am

It takes a little while longer, and Parrot spends way too long red in the face about it, but he eventually catches up to the wishing star again. This time, it's at a bar, which Parrot is deeply annoyed by. It's loud and smelly in here, but the irritated smoke that rises from his nose blends in with the eight people he sees smoking in here, so it's not all bad.

The star looks too sweet sitting at the bar. It's wearing a soft grey sweater and black slacks, with mismatched black and white boots. Despite that, the bartender is pouring it a drink with a big grin.

“This one has Midori in it,” she says over the music.

“Midori,” the star echoes. “Sounds delicious.”

“Oh it is!”

The star drinks from a cup with bright green liquid in it, and suddenly Parrot wonders how it's paying for this. Do stars descend with cash on hand? He's contemplating this as he edges closer and closer, shoulders being brushed here and there by other patrons. Someone brushes behind the star, and it turns at the resulting hasty apology. Parrot can tell the second it spots him in the corner of its vision— a hitched breath and a heavy hand slapping a wad of bills on the bartop are all Parrot gets before the star runs. It weaves so easily between people, like it's wafer thin, and the bartender yells after it. Parrot darts after it, tries to snatch its arm but fails as it bursts out of the bar and into the street.

Fine. If it wants to do this the hard way, Parrot isn't afraid of some hard work.

5 am

The goddamn star is still running and Parrot is running out of time. Wishing star luck piles up around it as it tries to escape, as it crashes into the arms of a wolf hybrid and a cat hybrid who accidentally block Parrot’s path, then it’s whisked a few feet away by a strange suit-wearing enderman when they trip into each other, then a different cat hybrid falls onto Parrot in a series of convoluted accidents that are only possible in fiction— at least Parrot thought they were only possible in fiction.

It doesn’t matter. Luck won’t be enough. Parrot will guarantee that.

6 am

Parrot finally catches the star. It’s racing back to the field it fell into, maybe trying to make it to the woods opposite of the city in an attempt to lose track of Parrot. But he’s sick of this game and he has to make this wish before dawn if he’s going to become who he was always meant to be, and that’s what pushes him to finally tackle the star down. Felled, it tries to scramble away, but Parrot catches its wrists between his talons and pins its squirming body down.

“Let go of me,” the star wheezes, ring-adorned fingers spasming wildly. “Let go of me!”

“Not until I get my wish,” Parrot snaps, breathing heavy, voice shot. He squeezes his hands and the star makes a choked noise.

“No, no no no, I’ll die if you do that, I’ll die!”

“I know that.”

“And you’re okay with that?!”

The star squirms, turning on its side to look up at Parrot. Its face is streaked with sweat and tears and dirt, but no blood; Parrot is sure these things don’t have mortal blood to bleed anyway, but he’s a little surprised it didn’t hurt itself on the way down. It just looks dirty now. Soiled.

“Fulfilling a wish costs the blood of the lamb.”

It tries again to wrench away from Parrot, but it won’t be able to get free. What Parrot wants is too much, too wide—

“I have a name, I’m a person,” the star begs. “I’m Wifies, I like— I like the color purple, I like Midori— at least, I think I do, I need more time, I could—”

“You are a wishing star, you aren’t a person! This is the point, getting caught and dying to a wish is the point of your existence!”

“Says who!” Wifies head drops down, voice wavering and wet. “Says who, the lesser dragons who use us? Of course you all think that’s all we’re good for! That’s what keeps you as lesser. If you can’t take it with your own hands, you’ll steal it from us.”

Wifies is heaving, pearlescent in the moonlight, and Parrot hates him.

“I have tried everything!” Parrot can’t control the way his voice rises, the way his mouth gets hot, the way his useless wings twitch on his back. “Everything to become better!”

“And you’ll kill me for it, because you’re a failure!”

“I wish,” Parrot is seeing red, he’s got to be precise with this, has to ignore the shuddering sobs beneath him. “I wish to become a true dragon.”

7 am

Parrot greets the dawn alone, no body, no heat, nothing beneath him.

He sits on his knees alone as the stars in the sky taper away to the sunlight. His wings unfurl to their full length, healthy and heavy, and he feels the potency in his throat, not just heat but flame flicking, flicking, flicking away in his gut. There isn’t even residue on his hands left.

Parrot greets the dawn alone.

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Wato pleeeease pleeeeeeeease

I'm the world's most normal wato fan guys trust trust <- is literally planning out a wato fic rn

hello eb100 wato my sweet wolfgirl

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captcha

blank ver! i watched the kww collab and ran with it

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can i have a kenfies pleasei beg you. or just a kenadian if you dontwanna do ship art .. i voted for branzy also but he lost rip branzy

lmaoo honestly whoever the wemmbu botter is is Dedicated my princess is probably not making it thru if im being realistic. thank u for doing ur part anyway i appreciate it

anyway heres your kenfies (plus a ken doodle)! i think of them as two strays i found under my porch

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can i have a kenfies pleasei beg you. or just a kenadian if you dontwanna do ship art .. i voted for branzy also but he lost rip branzy

lmaoo honestly whoever the wemmbu botter is is Dedicated my princess is probably not making it thru if im being realistic. thank u for doing ur part anyway i appreciate it

anyway heres your kenfies (plus a ken doodle)! i think of them as two strays i found under my porch

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yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy i finished it.......... im gonna go pass out now <- man who has spent all day doing nothing but colouring

(kenadian + wato design partially inspired by @mellohiizz's k/w designs. my general wifies design for those who havent seen it before is that hes made to look fully human / is as fully organic as a clone can be but he has modifiable parts, which is why he has dog features -> he did that to match with kw)

version without notes under the cut

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wifies calls parrot darling ohhhhh okay

derapchu, talking about parrot: y'know obviously like, i spend my days with (stutters) x2 but y'know um--yeah that's what i call him, that's what i personally call him no one else calls him that (...)

wifies: well i call him darling, but like y'know okay

derapchu: (laughs) YOOO??

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me and my bird

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x2 — experiment log

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ken design + more biblically accurate kww :3

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there should be a job called puzzle solver where you solve puzzles and get paid a living wage . i would be so good at it.

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I ❤️ unstable universe I ❤️ characters being assholes to each other

(LS: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 + x )