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(( Hey y’all. I think it’s pretty obvious that for the foreseeable future, I’ve lost my muse both for this blog and my Bark blog. If anyone still wants to write with me, I’m still active over on my OC blog @sentientquillbeast

Take care ))

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birdboyofbabylon‌:

“Heh, guess that’s always good news! Maybe we should just all get together and have a night on the town. You know, hang out and all that good stuff. I’m sure there’s still a few places out there that won’t kick me out on sight”

“And you know, about the whole ‘not being dead’, thing,” the hawk began, breaking up his words with a nervous chuckle, “I’m guessing the news never caught wind of what happened to me, huh?”

“Mmmaybe. I have a feelin’ you’re into way more livelier places than he is though. He prefers like...quieter places. Less crowded.”

The fresh start with Jet was nice, and while he’d like to hang out, he wouldn’t do it at the expense of Bark feeling anxious and uncomfortable.

“...What happened? Why is ‘not being dead’ relevant?? DID YA DIE!?! ARE YOU A GHOST RIGHT NOW AND DECIDED TO BE NICER ‘CAUSE YA REGRET NOT DOIN’ IT WHEN YOU WERE ALIVE!?!”

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birdboyofbabylon‌:

“Nah, nah, nothing like that! Let’s just say I got someone I gotta better myself for, now”

“I guess you know a lot about that now, though. Where was the guy hiding away, anyway?”

“Ooooh! I do know the feelin’! Best of luck to ya!”

He knew from personal experience that it could be hard. Sometimes you wanted to go blow up threatening people, but you couldn’t because it wasn’t the right thing.

“Oh, he wasn’t hidin’! Turns out this one massive jerk got him stranded in another zone. It was. Pretty bad. My friend found him, but didn’t know he was my Bark, since he thought I was dead!

Which I don’t blame him for! I mean, you’ve seen me! If I was a big protective dude that had to keep an eye on a lil guy that’s a magnet for trouble, and then suddenly couldn’t keep ‘em outta said trouble for a couple of years, I’d think he was dead too!

We got it sorted out eventually though, and neither of us is dead!”

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birdboyofbabylon‌:

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Seriously. I’ve…I’ve uh…well let’s say after the last few months, I haven’t really had much of a choice with the whole empathy thing,” the hawk began, anxiously reaching for the back of his head. “I uh…let’s say I ran into someone very unexpected kinda recently. It’s a long story”

Jet perked up back into his usual grin, though there was at least some sincerity to it. “So, how’s things been goin’ for ya?”

“Ah. Well I uh...I hope it wasn’t a bad thing???”

On one hand, maybe he met someone that made him feel all nice. On the other, maybe someone was forcing him to be nice, and that wasn’t good!

“Things have been good! I kinda ended up findin’ my Bark since we last saw each other!”

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Say it's for extreme gear use and rub it in Jet's face.

“Yeah, but then he’d wanna race me! He uses those things way more than I do!”

“...And I mean, yeah, messin’ with him a bit sounds fun! But Bark says I gotta pick my fights more carefully.”

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Maybe it's for being ULTIMATE SUPREME GRAND CHAMPION just in general?

“...Yeah but. Champions are gotta be champions of SOMETHIN’.”

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cute more like tasty

“Anon more like gone.”

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You're a bean shaped tiny green duck! Accept your cuteness!

“None of those things mean I’m cute!!! You morons need to accept I’m not cute!!!”

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No, it has to be for being cute, there's nothing else it could be for!

“Oh I don’t know, it could be for stuff I actually AM and DO!? Like best explosives expert, or best bomb maker, or somethin’!!! I ain’t freakin’ cute!!!”

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“That’s...incredibly like...empathetic of ya? Not havin’ a dig at ya for it, just, y’know! But...ah...it wasn’t all on you, I guess. I ain’t the best at puttin’ my thoughts into words, and I guess it all just came out...wrong.”

He’d spent a lot of time thinking about their last meeting too.

Like...a lot of time. So much so, that at the start it had put him into an emotional slump that he needed a bit to crawl out of. Yeesh.

“I’d like a fresh start!”

(Continued from here )

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…Oh.

Breathes.

“…I can’t tell if this is your special way of saying you’re ok with me again or if that’s a fake promise and you’re threatening to kill me, ALSO in a special way.”

“The former. You mind me being real with ya for a second”

“I had a lot of time to think about last time and…look, I know I was too harsh on ya. I mean, we avians already got it tough. So, you know…feeling like you can’t even find someone to connect with out of your own fellow birds…I can’t even imagine what it’s like”

“So how about we get a fresh start, huh?”

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Obligatory "How have you bean?" ask

“I’ve bean doin’ fine! Vacationin’ and such!”

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Being a Bean

“,,,It’s true. I’m green, n I’m bean shaped, AND my name’s Bean!”

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It's not for being cute so who cares, you won, congrats!

“But I wanna know what I’m winnin’ at!”

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Champion of all birbs or champion of cuteness probably - Other Anon

“bOY IF I WAS CHAMPION OF ALL BIRBS MY LIFE WOULD BE A WHOLE DIFFERENT STORY, HUH? AND I AIN’T CUTE!”

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tagged by: @sagexftime tagging: WHOEVER

rules: bold the aesthetic that applies to your muse

                             𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.

tired eyes.   coffee stains on the table.   listening to the bustle of the city.  unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains.   chapped lips.   walking barefoot across the floorboards.   dusty dictionaries.   black and white reruns. huge sweaters.   the ticking of the clock.   hearing birds in the morning.  fireplaces.   falling asleep during class.

                            𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

freckles.   the sun rising.   watching the sea.   taking shots of the city.   historical museums. bright eyes.   looking up at the clouds.  walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand.  painting for hours.  staying in uncrowded coffee-shops.   worn paperbacks. messy braids.  going to bed with your socks on.

                             𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.

dark hair. a little sophisticated.   always observing the world around you.  intricate designs.  high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces.   dim lights.   colourless photographs.   fancy furniture.   pale skin.  hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks.   bitten nails.   candlelight dinners.  dark shades of lipstick.

                             𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

chandeliers.   the clinking of a teacup. laced clothing.  modern architecture.   light hair.   watching the view from the terrace.  hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building.  botanical gardens. old films.  ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume.  breakfasts in bed.   reading about mythology.

                             𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.

compassion.  short writings on scraps of paper.   blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night.   loose hair.carpeted floors.   attending operas.  faint music playing in the background.   staying under the covers until midday.  the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers.  dancing around in silk dresses.  scented candles.

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*Slaps a blue ribbon that says "ULTIMATE SUPREME GRAND CHAMPION" onto his chest, at least it was the kind that used a not so sticky and easily washable adhesive rather than a pin*

“...I’ll accept this, but what am I even the champion of???”

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welcome back ducky!

“Thank ya!”