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(*also offers this because I’m Luv*)

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(Do you ever just... go through Voice Claims and remember how much you fucking LOVE them? :’D Also, I didn’t know there was a longer version of this song and I SCREAM.)

(Musings and Headcanons under the cut- 

(I’m remembering how Dedrick never really cared for music but would sing to Walter to make him happy and even write him original songs because he knew his Sunshine liked it. Just... soon after the break-up, Dedrick would sometimes grab his guitar and sing those songs to himself when he couldn’t stop thinking about Walter. Figuring that he might as well just give into it, hoping the music and thoughts would finally leave his head when he was done.)

(At times it’d be soft mumbles of music, leaving Dedrick more melancholy than anything when he was done serenading the air. But when he was feeling particularly shitty, then one could hear the music through the walls. Harsh strumming and loud singing acting as a release of sort for his frustrations, almost like yelling or hitting something... but less physically self-destructive. Of course, even when he was done, he would still be angry and hurt. But it was still a way of tiring himself out, and for a while Dedrick couldn’t help but indulge in the learned habit.)

(However, after some time— after a certain someone had given away a certain special scarf and he read a certain letter —Dedrick smashed his guitar in an effort to STOP from constantly running back to him it. Deciding to completely indulge in potions, exercise, and other methods of distracting himself rather than revisiting the past... These efforts are only semi-successful.)

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(Okay but what if... I also... made an OC..... to help get the juices flowing again)

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(Tfw you wanna write your birb bbies and get the urge to on the Near-Daily... but then the random Anxiety™ hits and suddenly you Can’t. :’D This is something I’ve experienced with my other blogs— ironically, the ones I write Most on —so I know I can get past it.)

(Self ramblings under cut— )

(Maybe a dashboard/graphic makeover will help... Take some time on here without worrying about ‘writing’, and just— make the blog more Pleasing for me to look at, like my fave ones. Try to ‘fresh start’ it without actually rebooting anything aside from the name and looks. Then slowly trickle things here... Like— try to boop something out at least once a week, because if I look at everything as a whole— with Any blog —I notice that I tend to get easily overwhelmed. But taking it in li’l bits might help)

(I just miss my bbies and have Thoughts about/for them and keep stopping before I even start... *lies down* :’D )

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This picture makes me angry now asdfghjkl

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I trusted you! I LOVED you!

WHY DID YOU FUCKING DO THAT TO ME?!

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Is he the best, or is he the best? He is. He is. …but? No “but.” I just…

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moodboard: pirates

“where there is a sea, there are pirates.”

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Pirate Lesbian

requested by anonymous

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Moon Jellyfish Aesthetic

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birdhcuse​:

{¤} A knock on the door (Jasper’s special knock) catches Emil off guard, not expecting to have visitors any time soon. He’s been so busy lately that he’s not even sure what day it is anymore, as evidenced by the calendar which is still unmarked…when it’s almost February by now. Is that even this year’s calendar?

There’s no time to worry about that now.

Squawking happily upon hearing the combination of two deeply loved nicknames, Emil rushes to the door. He’s already dressed up for work—his shift doesn’t start for another hour or so (though he still doesn’t know his shift won’t be starting today…or tomorrow, for that matter).

“Jaspie! Good morning!”

Emil gives Jasper a peck on the beak, though his rumbling purrs indicate he wants more. Now noticing the box in his boyfriend’s hands, he tilts his head curiously as he tries to guess what it could possibly be.

“What is the special occasion?” {¤}

{ ☆ } Jasper is excited. He’s never been more excited. Okay, that is probably a lie considering his track record, but still... His enthusiasm is apparent by how he practically vibrates in place, silky feathers puffed and sky hues alight as he bites his bottom lip to stifle the squees that try to escape. A feat he is only partially successful at. Lightly bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, tail feathers raise and fan out when the door opens to reveal his boyfriend, Jasper emitting a gasp of delight before eagerly moving closer so that Emil can kiss him.

Of course, ONE kiss isn’t enough. It never is. So, heart still fluttering from the nickname and stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of revealing his surprise, Jasper forces himself to remain silent about it for a bit longer. Just enough for him to wrap his free arm around Emil— precariously balancing the box in his other hand —and pepper his face with a few more ‘hello’ kisses. Cooing into the affection, beak roams across Emil’s cheeks, eyelids, beak... Everywhere and anywhere he can place a dollop of love before ending with a final, lingering kiss on his beak for good measure. Pulling away with a bright smile, tip of his beak playfully boops Emil’s before he finally allows his boyfriend some personal space.

“I’l give you a hint; it’s one of the most special days of the year... It celebrates one of the best people EVER born and involves eating this—“ The box is placed in Emil’s arms. If opened it would reveal a multilayered chocolate and vanilla cake, or... what was meant to be one. Honestly the cake batter had accidentally congealed into a choco-vanilla(?) swirl of sorts, with frosting dyed Emil’s favorite color hiding it. Dotted with beautiful yellow roses and pink hearts, the words happy birthday are sprawled in cursive on top. It might be a train wreck of taste... but it’s still gorgeous to look at.

“—before getting to spend the entire day doing whatever you want!” Jasper squeals, arms outstretching enthusiastically as he makes the surprise announcement. Hands then clasping in front of himself, yellow-spotted cheeks dust pink as he adds, “I hope you don’t mind, Emily-Willy... But I had a meeting with your boss and requested you have today off. Well, today and tomorrow... Because you shouldn’t have to exert yourself on your birthday, unless it’s from having too much fun. You know?” A hand daintily waves to brush off any concerns, Jasper giggling lightly, “And before you ask- there’s no need to worry about money! I’ll just pay you whatever it is you would have made, so it’s as if you’re not missing any work at all!”

A perfect solution! Emil gets a much-needed vacation and much-deserved celebration, all while not losing a single cent. Honestly, it’s hardly pocket change for Jasper— even with the birthday bonus he plans on slipping in —and as long as it’s just this special occasion, there shouldn’t be any backlash from certain people about ‘favoritism’ or ‘squandering money’. Some... ‘friends’ can be pretty sensitive about how the cockatoo spends his vast fortune, and the last thing he wants is to cause uncessesary waves. Especially waves that would likely try to capsize Emil’s little boat.

Jasper certainly doesn’t see any problems with this arrangement, evident by the giddy smile on his face, innocently beaming as feathers fluff and soft coos instinctively rumble from his chest. Sunshine incarnate, well-meaning as ever, he patiently waits to allow Emil to wrap his head around the surprise. { ☆ }

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